Category: Gothic phone sex

Snuff Sex: You Can’t Outsmart a Sadistic Bitch

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Snuff sex is the best sex. I picked this guy up at this Steam Punk bar I go to often. He wasn’t really a goth or Steam Punk guy. He just had a thing for goth bitches like me. I wasn’t going to marry him. He just looked like a good fuck. Had money too from the way he was dressed and the gold Amex card he used for his tab. He bought me drinks all night. He was an out of town business man. Married of course. He took his ring off to hit on me, but I saw the tan line still. Nothing much gets by me. Again, his marital status didn’t matter to me. I was fucking him, not marrying him. His hotel was nice. One of those ritzy sky rise places downtown. I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, but I wasn’t a hooker. All eyes were on the Goth girl as she walked in on the arm of older, wealthy frequent flyer. All the staff knew his name. We get to his room and he pours me some Absinthe. The kind that is illegal in the US because of its potency. Something was up. My gut was going off, but I wanted to see it through. I scanned the hotel room. It was clear from little things his wife was on this trip with him. Threesome? I started acting drunk. I figured if I acted out inebriated, his true intentions might come out. They did.

He wanted me to kill his wife. In fact, if I didn’t kill her, he would kill her make it look like I did it. He paraded me through the hotel lobby like a show pony. Everyone would remember the Goth girl at the Carlton. My finger prints were on the glass. He was smart, just not smart enough.  I fucked him so his DNA would be inside of me; slipped him a roofie in his drink, waited for him to pass out, then I used his phone to text his wife. Waited for her to come back to the room. She wasn’t happy to see me, but I had her cheating, contract killer hiring husband tied up spread eagle. I explained his plot to her. It’s her money he likes to spend, so I made a deal with her. I castrated her sorry excuse for a husband so he couldn’t cheat on her anymore. In fact, she helped me. She would be my alibi if he tried to go to the cops.  She would divorce him and share with the police his murder for hire scheme should he try any bullshit again. I cut his balls off with so much joy. Used a rusty blade. Let him bleed enough to scare the fuck out of him, then cauterized the wound. I left her his worthless balls so she could keep them in her purse. Never mess with a sadistic bitch or a wealthy wife.

Sex With Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesWhen my friend informed me she has sex with dead bodies, I laughed. I know how it works for guys, but girls? I didn’t think it was possible unless rigor mortis had set in to make his dick stiff as a board. She explained it all to me.  There is a special anal device that stimulates the prostate making the cock hard even in the afterlife. I enjoy sex. I just don’t enjoy people. I don’t want to cuddle. I don’t want to chit chat. I just want to fuck till I cum, then be gone. I masturbate a lot. I have a Bob (battery operated boyfriend). Lilith convinced me to go to the morgue with her. We snuck in last night to check out the new meat! Death doesn’t scare me. I kill and torture for a living. If I can make people dead, why can’t I fuck the dead? We opened up drawers to check out the goods. I was looking for a porn star John Doe. I found him too. A dead nigger guy. Looked like a linebacker. Gunshot to the chest was listed as the cause of death. They didn’t shoot his dick thankfully. Even in death his dick looked huge. My first corpse was going to be a hung one. Shoved that probe up his ass, sprung that monster corpse dick to life and took the ride of a life. Came so hard on Hung Doe’s cock. It was nice. He didn’t try to cuddle. He didn’t want pillow talk and it was all about my pleasure; plus, he was hung like a horse. My friend works at the morgue, so we have decided to host after hour parties for women. Fuck Tinder. Cum on down to the morgue and have no strings attached fucking. Now I understand why necrophilia phone sex is so popular.

Cannibalism Phone Sex for Brunch

cannibalism phone sexI have strange cravings on occasion. Last night I was famished. I stopped by Waffle House around 2 in the morning. Even after eggs and bacon, I was still hungry. When I saw her sitting at the counter eating pancakes alone, I knew what I was craving. No, it was not pancakes. It was flesh. Human, female flesh. I told you I had strange cravings sometimes. I followed her as she stumbled out of the diner. Even with food in her belly, her buzz was still strong. I offered her a ride home. I told her I was an off-duty Uber driver and I wouldn’t charge her. I insisted I was just concerned for her safety and others if she drove drunk. She bought that too. While she was giving me directions, I offered her a bottled water. She passed out after a few sips of my special water. She woke up in my basement kitchen. She was strapped to a metal table. I wash washing her body with olive oil. It makes the skin turn a beautiful golden brown in the oven. I removed her jewelry and make up. Seasoned her with some spices. I inserted some vegetables in her ass and pussy, then plopped her in my big cooking pan. She was a little chunky. Just how I like them-with meat on their bones. While she was baking, I cleaned the house. Cooking a 160lb girl takes longer than cooking a frozen 25 lb turkey. The aroma of my spice mix and girl flesh permeated the air in my house. If Yankee Candle could only capture that scent in a candle! I even took a little nap. When I woke up, I was simply ravenous. My special meal was almost ready. I added some melted butter to her skin. Damn. She turned out fine. She browned evenly and smelled marvelous. I made more than I could eat, but that is why I have a big freezer. Perhaps you will join me for a meal soon? I so enjoy cannibalism phone sex.

Evil Phone Sex Sunday

evil phone sexEvil phone sex Sunday? Has a nice ring too it, doesn’t it. Evil describes me well. So does sadistic bitch, snuff queen, sick, twisted, antisocial and depraved. I am not warm and fluffy. I’m evil. Pure evil. If I don’t like you, consider yourself warned. I won’t warn you twice. I was flying recently. I hate to fly, but it was not avoidable. I had been paid to dispose of a bitch for a guy. It involved me being across the US to do the deed. On the way back, this annoying little twat was sitting behind me. She kicked my seat non stop. I warned her. I warned her mother. Both looked at me with indignation and the problem persisted. Obviously, I could not snuff them both on the plane. Well not without ending up in prison. I’m smart. I’m patient. That is the best kind of evil. I waited for my luggage near them so I could get the name on the badge. I watched the car that picked them up so I could get the license plate number. I have connections. I had their address before I was even home. I know this really sick molester who loves little girls. He recently got compassionate parole. He wouldn’t mind going back to the joint for the pleasure of killing, fucking and dismembering a cute yet annoying little brat. When I told him about her, I tossed in he should do the momma too to throw suspicion off the P man just paroled in the neighborhood. He was putty in my hands. I drove the getaway car.  I knew he did them both good. He came back with souvenirs. He sliced off the little girls tits and her little bald cunnie. I told him I would freeze dry them for him. He was covered in blood, but I could still see his evil grin. He told me sex with dead bodies was something he really missed in the joint. His days are numbered because of lung cancer, but I think until then he is going to be the perfect accomplice. He has nothing to lose.

Kidnapping Phone Sex with Marley

When you’re on the road hitching, making money in any way you can is a must. Sometimes, you’ll do some really dumb things without thinking, just because someone offered you money. When he pulled up alongside me and told me that he was a photographer who was looking for a few models for his portfolio, and that cash money was involved, I couldn’t pass it up. Taking pictures for cash? I could do this!Kidnapping phone sex

He drove me to this trashy little neighborhood, like many I’d passed through on the roads, and parked alongside this narrow, dingy house. He invited me in, and I followed. He asked if I had any kind of night-clothes that I sleep in, as that would help him most. I changed into my little sleeper set. Once he saw me, he was ecstatic, and brought me directly back to a bedroom. I started getting antsy, wanted to bolt, but the money was on offer, and I needed it. He asked me to climb onto the bed and start some poses, and picked up the camera that he’d put around his neck. The camera looked legit enough, I climbed up and started posing with some of the pillows I assumed were there for just this purpose. He asked me to start taking my clothes off, said it would really help his portfolio.Teen phone sex I hesitated, and he came over and smacked me, hard. Then, he took something out of his pocket and jabbed me. Within minutes, I couldn’t see straight to save my life. I couldn’t focus, and his commands started coming. I had to struggle to focus on what he was saying, and following the commands were something I had to do. After a few more shots, I felt his hands on me, rubbing over my bare nipples, into my panties, even as he ripped them. He moved me onto my knees, and pushed up into me from behind, but I don’t remember much after that…

Fantasy Phone Sex Turned Sci-Fi!

I was freezing. It had been several hours since anyone had driven by, much less stopped to offer me a lift, and I was regretting my choice of roads. Finally, someone drove by, and they pulled off the road several feet in front of me. I did my best to run to the car, which was hard given how cold I was. They opened the door as I reached the rear of the car, and I climbed into the lovely warmth. No sooner had I closed the door, telling them my best thank you, than I felt a slight pinch in my neck.Fantasy phone sex
I woke up to gentle pats on my face. I was completely naked, and I couldn’t speak. No matter how I tried, my mouth refused to cooperate with my thoughts. He told me to step forward, and my body just did it. He asked me my name, and I responded, even as my brain screamed that I would not cooperate. He then told me that I had been sleeping for a week, and that my body had successfully been turned into that of an android. I would do as commanded by him and anyone he gave control of me, and I would never be allowed to argue.

He commanded me to strip him of his clothes and suck his dick, and I did just that. My brain cried out for it to stop, and I could have cried, if he’d left my tear ducts. All that was left of me was my exterior and my brain, and all I could do was suck his dick. Then, he told me to bend over and spread my ass cheeks. Apparently he’d left certain parts of my anatomy alone, too, and he shoved his dick into my parted cheeks. I didn’t make a sound, I couldn’t have unless he told me to, even though it hurt. He told me I could moan to moan out my pleasure, and I did that, too. I couldn’t do anything except what he told me, though. My life was officially fucked…

Sadistic Phone Sex Fantasies: Are You My Accomplice or My Victim?

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex fantasies are all I have. My callers fall into two categories: accomplices and victims. Some men just need a sick bitch to help them with their sick fantasies.  I have no limits, so I am a perfect accomplice. Other men know they are pathetic losers who need a strong woman like me to torture and abuse them. I enjoy  being an accomplice as well as being a sick bitch in charge. I am perfect for this kind of job because I don’t fit into the white collar world at all. I am a Goth girl with dark fantasies, very dark fantasies.  Of course, some of the things I blog about are my fantasies, but I have done some things, many things, that would get me arrested. I am no goody two shoes. In high school, I made the queen bitch of the school disappear. I am not going to admit killing her here, but I made sure she could never be found. I have not been back for reunions, but folks still think she just ran away with some sugar daddy. I have drugged little brats in my charge as a bad babysitter for my amusement and for the pleasure of older men with big wallets. I have castrated men for cash. I grew up on a farm seeing sheep and bulls castrated. I even helped.  It is not that different for men. I have tortured a few individuals for my own pleasure and for money. Mostly revenge type scenarios.  I have anally tortured my share of men too. Some begged for it, others just deserved ass rape porn. There really isn’t anything I won’t do if the price is right, but sometimes I encounter folks too stupid to breathe, that I do some charity torture work for free. Are you my accomplice or my victim?

Castration Phone Sex? Yes Please!

castration phone sexCastration phone sex fantasies are more common than you think, for men and women. Of course guys call me daily for junk removal, but I talk to women too. Face it men. You all know a few women who  want to chop your balls off. I am all about equal opportunity. If a woman wants to pay me to take the balls of her dirty daddy, cheating man or tool ex, I am all about the Benjamin’s.  Loretta approached me last week with a suitcase of money. She heard I was the one to see for junk removal of worthless men. I told her she came to the right person. I love that I am known as a junk removal specialist. Loretta is my favorite kind of woman too. Filthy rich. Her husband is a cheating bastard. I asked her why not just divorce him because it is her money. Silly lady thought a man half her age with zero money of his own married her for love. No pre-nuptial agreement. They reside in California, so he could take money he is not entitled too. She wanted him under her control. She wanted to stop his philandering. She paid me 5 times my normal fee because she wanted a dirty and painful castration. She gained some respect from me for that. Didn’t erase the no pre nup stupidity, however.  She gave me the codes to the mansion and her cheating hubby’s schedule. I arrived when she was out of town on business. He actually thought his wife hired me as an escort for him. Stupidly runs deep with those two. I played along just to tie him to the bed. Then I broke out the rusty chainsaw. I love the sound a chainsaw makes, especially when combined with screams of agonizing pain. He kept passing out, but luckily I have smelling salts to revive the losers. After his balls were severed, I sat on his face and pissed on him. I threw that in for free. I left his bloody balls on the pillow next to him and told him, “Cheat on your wife again, I come back for your worthless cock.”

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Taboo Phone Sex – Hit and Run

Taboo phone sex marley (2)There was ringing in my ears, and my head felt like it had been smashed against concrete. I couldn’t figure out where I was, what I was doing there, or what was going on. Finally, I realized that my eyes were closed, so I tried to open them. That made my head hurt even worse, but when I felt hands groping my body, I became even more determined to see what was going on. When I finally got my eyes to crack open, in spite of the pain, I saw a strange man looking down at my body from very near my own face. His face was a mixture of concern and that leer that says that he’s turned on. I slowly came to the realization that my shirt had been torn open, and his hands were working over my rib cage, under my tits, and then up and over the mounds. I moaned, and I heard my own voice, but I didn’t hear his voice over the ringing in my ears. I did, however, notice the smirk that took over his face when he realized I was conscious. That was when I felt his fingers dive into my cunt. He kept talking to me, but I couldn’t hear him, so I just shook my head gently from side to side, whimpering out a “no” through the pain. His smirk got bigger and bigger as I whimpered no, over and over. Finally, he climbed on top of me and shoved his dick inside my cunt. I finally caught up with lip reading and realized he was telling me that I was a beautiful little cunt, and he was so glad his car hadn’t killed me. This mother fucker had run me down, and now he was fucking me. If I hadn’t been feeling so weak and nauseous and like I needed actual help, I would have smacked that shit-eating grin right off his face. As it sat, any movement I made, including those he was forcing me to make by fucking me, sent jolts through my head. It was so painful that I wound up throwing up all over myself, and he just laughed. Finally, I guess he finished, because he climbed off of me and walked away like it was any normal day of the week. I remember feeling the movement of his car as it drove by before blacking out again….

Knife Play Phone Sex with a Blasphemous Bitch

knife play phone sexI’m a blasphemous knife phone sex bitch. When I kill my prey, I make sure they know they going to hell because there is no God. I look them square in the eyes as they are praying to their make believe God for help. “If God existed, do you think he would let some random bitch kill you,” I always inquire before I gut them like a pig. God is dead. God is nonexistent, but the devil is real and alive inside of me. I think the clinical terms for me are insane, sociopath, narcissist, crazy ass bitch. Well maybe the last one is not a clinical term, but it is my favorite. I like to spread fear not joy. I like to bring death not life. This world is over populated with assholes, dip shits, annoying fuckers, brats and whores. Think of me as population control. Really, when you think about it, I am a do-gooder who is making this world a better place by killing the ones we don’t need. You will thank me one day when I off that cheating whore girlfriend of yours or kill that demanding boss who has never given you an ounce of respect in the decade you have slaved for him. Hell, you may even thank me when I decided to kill you because you are too weak and pathetic to stand up to either. Fuck God. Fuck you.