Blasphemy Phone Sex with a Black Magic Woman

blasphemy phone sexBlasphemy phone sex, I enjoy. I am not religious. Honestly, I do not believe in God. How can I believe in something I cannot see or experience. But I dabble in the dark arts. More witchcraft than Satanism. Little spells and hexes here and there. I have a friend who works in a black magic store down in New Orleans. She has taught me a lot about how to navigate that realm most of us do not believe in, but just in case, we still avoid.

She visited me this week and cast a spell on this loser who would not stop harassing me at my favorite Goth bar. Not that I date a lot of men, but I don’t do boring vanilla men. Guys need to be Goth or Steampunk to get my attention. Vanilla white boys, hard pass for me.

My friend, Sienna, got some of his hair, and tied it around this little voodoo doll and controlled him. If I had not witnessed it with my own eyes, I might not have believed it. She told me I could do snuff porn remotely, but I like to experience the killing and torture firsthand. But being a puppet master to some loser does sound appealing.

I Guess You Can Call Me a Black Magic Woman

Although I do not believe in God, I think I believe in Satan because black magic falls under his purview. And she manipulated this little prick with a single strand of his hair and some magic dust. If that is not black magic at work, I do not know what is. She made him show off his little dick to everyone in the bar. We all laughed. She even made him dance and chug a lot of beer.

My mind worked overtime thinking of all the things I could do to this loser. I dug my key into the little doll’s crotch and watched him fall to the ground writhing in pain. So, I tossed the doll on the floor and dug my heel into the crotch and that boring vanilla boy became more interesting as he screamed in pain. I told Seinna I need to learn how to create a doll like this because there are plenty of losers I want to destroy and women too.

I wanted to test the power of this voodoo doll, so I put it in my panties and sat on it. Sort of like a suffocation phone sex call where I smother a man to death with my pussy and ass. But this was live. Sienna and I watched as he struggled to breathe. The bartender called 911 but when EMTs arrived it appeared too late. It will be a mystery how he died. I am sure of that. Because no one believes in black magic, right? But I do. And now I know how to use it too.

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