Category: Goth teen phone sex

Castration Phone Sex Gets My Cunt Wet and Brings Me Joy

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is what gets my cunt wet. Guys ask me all the time what I really enjoy, and I am brutally honest. I am not your typical phone sex woman. I am not sitting around all day begging for men to call me. I am not waiting to service your cock. I enjoy torture and the mutilation of sex organs. Now, I do love a good accomplice call where we hunt and kill together; but a good genital mutilation brings me nothing but joy. I am superior to most men. I am superior to most people. I am intelligent and I act with reason, not emotion. Too many men act with their dicks instead of their brains if they even have any. I know that sounds egotistical, but emotions are what bring people down and send them to prison. If guys acted with their big head instead of their little head, there never would have been a Me Too movement. I have never looked at any man and been like I want him so much I am just going to take him. Now, I have looked at a man and been like he looks so fucking stupid, I must explore my murder phone sex fantasies, so he never procreates.

I had that overwhelming sensation last night when I met Oliver at my local Goth dive bar. He was spiking girls’ drinks. I see everything. I am never caught off guard. My sixth sense is strong. I drugged him first. Not the first time or the last time that will happen. I was going to take him to my kill shack where I do my best work and can prolong the agony, but this guy was about 250 lbs of dead weight drugged. I settled for a back-alley castration. He had a worthless wiener. No woman would want to fuck or suck that worthless nub. I drove him to the waterfront. It is a seedy warehouse district where all the drug deals go down and hookers hang out. His sexually mutilated junk would be blamed on some whore not a torture sex bitch like me. He was out cold. I pulled his pants down and laughed at the short stack he thought he could force on me if I had not outsmarted him. I used a rusty blade and cut off his balls and half of his cock and tossed them in the river for fish food. I left him there to bleed out and get jack rolled. Fucking loser. He will just be the victim of another random act of senseless violence. Although it was not senseless to me. The bastard deserved it all.

Drugged Up Young Slut

 When I was young, I was a torture goth teen. I had already had to take a cock in every hole more times than i could think and it had already corrupted my mind. I had seen a tiny slut playing with her friends.

Goth teen phone sex

I went up to her when her friends weren’t around and convinced her to come with me. Like a dumb young slut, she did. I took her to an abandoned house where all the druggies go. When I got her to the room, I made her pop some pills that my mom takes to pass out at night. Once she passed out, I got her naked. Her bald cunt smelled so good, and I stuck my fingers deep in her tight virgin pussy. Then I used my bloody fingers to fuck her tiny asshole I was having so fun i did not notice someone was coming up to the room. I grabbed my bag and hid in the closet. Two strung out men walked in. When they saw her naked body not moving, they checked to see if she was alive. When they noticed that she was just asleep I saw them pull their big fat cocks out of their pants. They each picked a hole to stick their fat cocks in and started pounding her limp body. I watched from the closet as they abused her pussy and asshole. It got my young cunt wet seeing someone get fucked like i had been fucked many times. I fingered my pussy as she got pounded and when I heard them grunt as they filled her, I came all over my fingers. After they left the room, I slowly came out and noticed she wasn’t breathing, I guess I made her take too many pills.

Goth Teen Independence

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In the mood to celebrate the Fourth of July with a little goth teen phone sex, huh?  Well I got some bad news for you, Slick.  The only thing me and my girls are doing tonight is calling forth the rise of the much needed matriarchy.  All you loud mouthed dicks with legs had your shot and you’ve obviously fucked the world up way more than it ever should’ve been.  Now it’s our turn, go lay the fuck down, guy.

What, I’m supposed to be celebrating our “great nation’s” independence?  Go to a cookout, eat a bunch of greasy processed meat products and imbibe copious amounts of alcohol so that I might pass out on a blanket under the fireworks and get fingerbanged in my sleep by a couple of patriotic creeps in the middle of a field full of a bunch of flag waving, fart ripping fuck pigs?  Yeah, no thanks.  I already have plans, but thanks for the invite.

My team of naughty nyctophiles and I are going to burn this whole fucking place to the ground.  The WHOLE fucking place.  The entire world needs to be wiped clean.  The patriarchy has got to go and the punishment for their careless treatment of everything over which they seek to claim dominion is a sure and fiery death.  Hey, it’s not my will.  Gaia has spoken and will be guiding us on our journey of much needed mayhem until her work is done.  Think of it as mother nature’s fiery house cleaning and we’re the maids.

Get behind us and watch the world start anew.  Stand in our way and you will be just as scorched as the earth upon which we march.  We march for the natives of this, and every other, country who were displaced and destroyed by another race of people.  We march for the poor and downtrodden who aren’t given a voice in any land and are dying to be heard.  We march for the women and girls who are forced to endure the misogynistic laws and social norms that classify us as second class citizens.  We march for peace, we march for fire, we march for the matriarchy.  We will march and we will destroy.

Is that goth enough for you?  Is there enough angst in my words to make you feel like you want to spend a little time with me?  I don’t really give a fuck, guy.  You are part of the problem.  You and every other cum craving creepo that thinks women owe him something.  If you want to fuck me, you know which side of the line you need to stand on.  If you’re ready to fry and sizzle like a piece of fuck pig bacon, well.. enjoy the Fourth of July.

 

Fuck Em and Burn Em!

sex with dead bodies

I picked up a job at this crematorium and my boss is literally the sickest fuck I know. Almost all of the posthumous hotties that come in run the risk of being assaulted by his deviant dick. If I’m a good bitch, hell even toss me a few human bones to fuck my sadistic cunt with! I love a good hardcore fucking from a blood-filled flesh pipe so there’s something about watching my superior stick his warm meat in a cold piece of still flesh that makes my twat eager. He says he loves the chill that beams off of his victims skin as he caresses their lifeless body. His favorite is when someone “passes in shock” which is another way to say their eyes are still open. He force fucks their pale bodies until he fills them with his seed. Once he fucks em: we burn em. The best part is tossing them in the furnace and listening to their sling crackle like pork rinds as the perv in charge cleans the death off his meat. 

Watch Out For Willow… She’s In The Water!

Murder phone sex Fantasies

 

Something about the summer solstice makes me crank my murder phone sex fantasies up to an extremely elevated level.  Maybe it’s the sweltering heat smothering the shit out of me, could be all the sweat covered flesh flashed everywhere I look, it’s probably a mix of both with a little seasonal depression thrown in to top it all off.  I hate the fucking sun and all of the “fun times” that supposedly come with it.  I’m hot, I’m cranky and all of the bikini wearing bitches and brewski pounding bros around are going to have to pay for it.  They deserve it.

Ever hear how loud a bunch of coeds get when they’re partying at a lake house?  It’s always the same.  Stupid shouts and gleeful screams as someone crashes through a beer pong table that is somehow louder than the blaring electronic music that sounds like a robot getting raped.  The hoots and hollers of the drunken and drugged mass of party time fuck pigs as some random sorority slut clones strip out of their bathing suits and grind their whore holes all over the party.  They’re all like this, maybe with slight variations.  Makes for easy pickings, I have all the sound cover I need.

As much as the sun sucks, skinny dipping on a warm moonlit night has to be one of earth’s greatest pleasures.  There’s a lake not far from my House of Horrors that has lots of little alcoves and offshoots that are perfect for it.  Unfortunately, the summer lake crowd ruins it every year with their trash and noise pollution.  Selfish pricks.  The one thing I like about the season ruined on an almost nightly basis by a bunch of out of towner teens.  A couple of “accidental” drownings usually takes care of it, though.  And there’s always a few fucked up fuck pigs who want to skinny dip in the moonlight, too.

They never know I’m there.  Sometimes they just splash around, maybe the girls will play with each other’s glistening titties or slap their friends asses as they flip around in the lake, other times I’ll get a couple or two who are getting in the water to fuck.  Either way, I sit patiently and wait for my moment to strike.  Like a crocodile stalking its unsuspecting prey in the shallows, I slowly swim my way over to the good time group and position myself to strike as they unwittingly splash about. 

I wait for a straggler, one of the sluts who wander a little too far out into the dark water away from the group.  Sometimes I get a “gimme” and find a super fucked up slut passed out on the bank.  However I come across them, I just drag them under the water and drown their dumb asses.  If they’re conscious, they fight a bit.  No problem though, they’re already too deep to really do anything.  I can hold my breath for longer than any unsuspecting party slut, I just hold them down and wait it out.  By the time their friends find their bodies, I’m long gone with zero evidence of me even being there.  Just another drunk whore getting too fucked up and drowning at the lake.

It really is the best way to break up a party.  Murder, that is.  Do you think anyone can have a good time after they find their lifeless friend floating in the water or laying lifeless on the bank?  I mean, other than me, of course.

 

His secret fantasy

necrophilia phone sex

I have had an ongoing relationship with a guy. When we first met, I wasn’t completely attracted to him. I thought he was sort of odd.

Either way, he had a way with words, and sure enough, he had me under his spell before I could even realize it.

I was smitten around him and thought his personality was still different, but he had a certain charm that radiated. Who knew it had patterns of psycho. One day I was sleeping and noticed him taking pictures of me while I napped. It woke me up. He looked quite startled when I awoke. He could see I was weirded out, and he tried to play it out as he couldn’t help himself. I looked so cute when I slept.

After that, I didn’t think much of it. I went through his phone one day and could see he had a lust for necrophilia phone sex.

I had opened a can of worms and finally found a section where he confessed he loved to take pictures of me asleep and loved to imagine me dead and how his cock would feel inside me. After that, I cleared any signs of me going through his phone and tried to head out as fast as I could, but he was in front of the front door.

I guess the indoor cameras should have been a dead giveaway.

Sadistically Evil Phone Sex Goddess

I am exactly what you need. A Sadistically Evil Phone Sex Goddess. My Satan’s Lemonade will intoxicate you and make you even weaker still for me. It’s my special mixture of menstrual fluid and urine and it is what my slaves will crave from me. Groveling at my feet wanting me to stomp on their ball sacks until they are punctured or bruised. Those penis pops I make great money off of from perverts is one of my other specialties. Little boy dicks severed before they are burned in the sacrificial fires of Hell. I hunt little brats and destroy them.

On occasion a grown fool gets caught up in the hunt and needs to be removed. I have no qualms in destroying a bitch or cunt assed man. I get pleasure with a slow torture even. In fact I am feeling pretty sadistic for ruining a bitch assed man now. I can smell the aroma of grilled cock sausages and testical burgers.

Evil Phone Sex

Bloody phone sex slut

bloody phone sex

Bloody phone sex makes your cock throb. Go ahead and pull out that dick and slide it into my bloody asshole. So many guys have had their way with me and used me up. I’m not here to complain or talk about my sob story. I’m here for you and to please as you make my gaped asshole your cum aim. 

Let me know that I am nothing but a gross whore and I am unlovebale. Show me that I will never be anything more than a  cum dump and will be a bloody bitch for the rest of my life. 

I’m going to be beaten and abused and fucked so hard that my insides feel the penetration. I’m the kind of girl you fuck over and feel no remorse about doing so.

Anal Rape Fantasy On Goth Teen

I was a gothic teen when I was young and the hottie slut all men drooled over. When I was babysitting one night, I decided to drink from the parent’s liquor cabinet while the brats were asleep and no noise around. I started playing with my cunt when there was a knock at the door. I checked no one was there so I went back to masturbating. That is when someone jumped on top of me, covered my mouth and tied my hands. He pulled a knife out and cut my shirt off and pants. He pushed me on my tummy and forced my legs open, I felt his cock being forced into my ass. The pain of him ripping my asshole open with his fat cock shot up my body but I concentrated on the knife he had. He was fucking me rough and hard, my hands got loose. That is when I was able to rip the knife from his hand and shove into his arm.

Goth teen phone sex

He fell off of me and I jumped up and stomped on his dick and balls. I made him tie himself to the table, that is when I cut his dick off, gave him a new pussy and shoved it into his mouth. He used me to make his anal rape fantasy come true, so he was going to remember it forever just like I did. Now I’m a sadistic bitch who makes men like him have brand new pussies to fuck.

Don’t Screw It Up, Guy!

Teen phone sex

 

I always find myself in these positions.  I hate feeling like this, it’s the most useless, submissive urge and desire I ever have inside of me, but I have it, nonetheless.  Sometimes I forget about my bloodlust for just a bit, just long enough to find a stranger who wants to experience my beautiful blossoming body and tight teen pussy.

No, I don’t find a guy who wants to chain me up and degrade me or slap me around until I’m bruised from head to toe.  That’s normal shit for me, getting beaten is part of what fuels me to fuck the world in the first place!  When I submit, it’s to myself, to my desire to take that extra step.  It’s not easy to control, believe you me.

I typically don’t give shits one or two about making a man my meat puppet for the rest of his pathetic existence, it’s my fucking modus operandi, all planned and laid out for me by a dark voice that echoes through my mind.  But there’s a tiny voice in there as well that just doesn’t stop whining and bitching.  It cries for passion and warmth, begs to feel the tender touch and gentle caress of a caring lover who wants nothing more than to give pleasure.  It wails and moans woefully until the dark voice relents and takes a backseat, if only to stop it from bellowing.

Here’s the thing…  Those men are not easy to find on a whim.  Passionate pricks are usually in a relationship that they don’t want to disrupt.  Makes sense.  So, oftentimes when I think I have a guy who can give the soft side of me what it wants, they end up getting rough and doing their domination thing in an effort to make me squeal and scream so they can cum inside of me.  Silly them.

Once the rough stuff starts, the dark voice comes back with a vengeance, slapping the simpering slut in me aside with a “told you so” while it flips her the bird.  After that, there’s no telling what’ll happen to my wannabe alpha fuck pig.  The one thing I do know is that there will be blood.  It’s hard for me to be vulnerable, being gentle is me at my most masochistic.  Don’t screw it up.  You either pound my pussy with passion and affection to quell the beast inside me, or you give in to the slap happy creature in you and suffer the wrath of Willow.