Category: Killer phone sex

Sometimes I Need Fantasy Phone Sex

Fantasy phone sex

When you live a life like mine, you need to get out of your head every now and then or else the torment will eat you alive, so a little fantasy phone sex is just the escape I need for some slight refuge from my own rotten little world.  I need a bit of whimsy in my life so I let men take on delightful trips from time to time just to try to wipe my mind of some of my most dastardly deeds.

The other day, I went on a lovely winter walk in the woods with a handsome hiker.  He might be the nicest guy I’ve ever met, no one has ever treated me with the kindness and compassion that he does.  I usually don’t get mixed up with regular relationshipy date bullshit, love isn’t a luxury people like me get to have.  The way he spoke to me with genuine regard and looked at me with the kindest eyes, I just couldn’t resist him.  Against my better judgment, I let him take me out on a day date.  

I needed it, I’ve been going a little crazy with the fuckpig kidnapping and killing lately.  A calm and relaxing walk in the woods with a truly delightful man is just what the doctor ordered.  We strolled along aimlessly and chatted about whatever came to mind.  He really likes movies, just like me, so the majority of our small talk was cinema based, which was fine.  Just fine.  It worked to keep my mind off of all the blood I’ve spilled and lives I’ve utterly destroyed over the years… for a little while.

After a couple of hours, my mind got the better of me.  Eventually, he would find out.  This amazing man who wants nothing more than my attention and company would run as fast and far away from me as he could if he found out who I really am.  I tried to keep my mind on our conversations, but I couldn’t help myself.  Instead of kind eyes, I started seeing his face covered in blood and muck and in lieu of the soft heavenly sounds of an earthbound angel, his voice transformed into the gags and gurgles of a whorehog bleeding out from a slit throat.  So I did the only thing I could in the moment and started making out with him.

He was a great kisser but I couldn’t help but to picture myself biting off his tongue, so I got down on my knees and started blowing him.  That was fine, I love having cock in my mouth.  It’s very relaxing and puts me in sort of a trancelike state.  After a few minutes, he popped his prick out of my mouth and went down on me right there on the forest floor.  It felt so fucking good and I didn’t want to stop him but I did because all I Imagined was a decapitated head in my hands, swollen tongue protruding out of its smelly mouth lapping away at my labia.  When he quickly got on top of me and pushed his cock into my cunt, I realized I had enough.

He wouldn’t stop, though.  As nice of a man as he was, he wouldn’t listen to me when I asked him to quit.  I gave him more chances than I have ever given anyone to control himself and cool off a little, but he couldn’t.  So I did it for him.  A stiletto switchblade stuck right in the ribs finished with a hard twist will stop anyone, I don’t care what the movies tell us.  He rolled off of me right away and balled up in the fetal position on the ground, screaming like the fuck pig he was.  I didn’t let him suffer, I got right on him and slit his throat wide open, an even cleaner cut than I saw in my vision.

I didn’t wait for him to die, I left him there all by himself to bleed out in the bushes.  I stood up and simply continued my walk in the woods, sans accompaniment.  That’s what I really needed anyway, I should’ve known better.  I’m not meant to have a love like that in my life, my violent phone sex world just won’t allow it.  The trees helped me clear my head, I really enjoyed my day.  I’m not really sorry for how I handled things but I’ll be keeping the nice man in mind next time I feel a little weak willed.  Lesson learned.  I wear a crown of filth, not a crown of light.  I’ll never forget that again.

 

Snuff Phone Sex is Therapeutic for Us Both

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is on the rise. I look at this as therapeutic for us both. We can fantasize about killing anyone. I am a stone cold killer who never has remorse, but if I had my druthers, I would be murdering stupid cunts all day long. I would be removing the manhood of men too all damn day. I stay undetected because I kill less than I want. This kind of snuff line helps me too with my murderous impulses. If you went to a regular therapist for your wicked fantasies, that therapist might commit you to some insane asylum or report you to the police as a harm to yourself or others. Not me. I think your snuff sex fantasies are normal and healthy. I will help you explore them. I will help you act on your murderous rage too because I share that rage. Not a day goes by that I do not want to kill someone, many someones. I like to think we can help each other out. Maybe even trade murders to stay undetected. I swapped kills with this chick just last week. She came to me with a man problem. I had one too. The problem was we were both too close to our intended victims to not come under suspicion for their disappearances. Now, when I kill, I leave no trace. No body, no proof of a crime. But I do not like being under the radar at all, so I do not kill where I piss and shit. This chick has an abusive ex-boyfriend who pays no mind to his restraining order. I have a stalker who will not take no for an answer. I made her a deal. She kills my problem while I have an air tight alibi, and I do the same for her. I kill for any reason. The truth is, I like killer phone sex. Who can I kill for you?

Told my mom about uncle having Sex with dead bodies

I didn’t think my mom knew about my uncle having Sex with dead bodies, but i found out she was the first one to see him fuck a corpse. I told her about what her brother was doing and with fear in her eyes she told me so many stories of what he did to her. Like beating her before he ripped her holes open when she was in elementary. She told me he used her just like he uses me to find young victims. She told me all the details I know, how he ties them up and rips their clothes all off. Once naked he will choke them until they pass out just to see the fear in their eyes, before he fulfills his Rape phone sex fantasies with any of their little holes. Once they wake up from the pounding he is giving them. He will tie a rope around their neck and pull on it as they get torture fucked. My uncle loves feeling their body shake and fight against his hard dick when he is deep inside them. Mom said as soon as her brother felt their body stop moving, he started filling them up with all his cum. After he pulls out he makes sure they will never wake up by gutting them open. That is why mom says she was his accomplice until she could get away and I had to as well. That was the last time mom and I talked.

Sex with dead bodies

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Should Be Explored

killer phone sexDo you have killer phone sex fantasies? I know I do. I grew up too late for the golden age of the hitch hiker. I think it would have been hot to hike across the US trading my fuck holes for grass. My luck, however, I would have gotten into a car with Ted Bundy and ended up murdered, be-headed and buried in a state forest somewhere in Washington state. I think, however, my fascination with the serial killers of the 70s and 80s, made me have these killer fantasies. The thought of being violently attacked while hitchhiking has always made my cunt wet. I know. I am a sick bitch. My fantasies run dark. Sometimes, lovers will engage a dark fantasy with me, but most times I am too dark even for violent snuff porn dudes. I do not know if it is all the coke I do, or just my nature to be violent and crave violence. It does not matter why I am so dark and twisted. It only matters that we get off to my twisted fantasies. I had a caller last night who indulged me in a hitchhiking / murder fantasy. He picked me up hitchhiking along a country road. I thought he looked nice and wrongly assumed that he was safe. We got high in the car, then he snapped. Hit me so hard I passed out. I woke up bound and gagged in a cabin in the woods. The guy I thought was a nice man, had a bunch of men in the cabin and they all had rape phone sex fantasies for the stupid hitchhiking whore. I had a killer headache from the blow to the head. I was dizzy and out of it, but they did not care. I was not going to live. They were fucking me before they killed me. I was pretty much passed out when they started dismembering me. They fed my remains to the coyotes. It was a dark fantasy, but one that drenched my pussy.

Gangbang Rape Porn Home Theater

Gangbang rape porn

My most prized pieces of pornography are my old 32mm reels of homemade gangbang rape porn.  I’ll never sell them to anyone for any amount of money, they’re priceless to me.  If you want to see them, you’ll have to come by my place and watch them with me, otherwise you can fuck off.  These things are gash slashing gold, there’s nothing like them out on the internet today, except for maybe the black market on the dark web.  My classic, torture and blood filled fuck flicks are one of a kind and I’ll never get rid of them no matter what.

If you just want to see some butt slut get slapped around by a bunch of assholes or jack off to a fine little fuck pig getting pummeled by a pack of fat guys with huge cocks then I’ll just direct you to any number of the free hardcore porn sites.  You can see a pussy vessel do just about anything you want without paying a penny on the web, you don’t need, and probably can’t handle, my harrowing fuck flicks.  These kidnapped bitches aren’t acting and neither are the men that are fucking the life out of them.

Unscripted screaming, impromptu multiple penetrations, flayed flesh on the fly and gallons and gallons of blood.  If that’s what you want to beat your meat to then we’ll set up a time for you to swing by and check out my shit.  I’ve been wanting to get my projector out anyway, we can make a night of it.  Just a warning; some of these sluts aren’t alive at the end of the flick.  Hell some of them bleed out halfway through it and you get to see a bunch of guys have sex with dead bodies for a while then fill those fuckable corpses full of cum.  Don’t ask me if you can “just buy one” when we’re done, I’m not selling you a goddamned thing except a ghoulishly good time.  Sound agreeable to you?  Just remember to bring cash, I don’t operate a free porn theater, friend-o.  And I hope you aren’t expecting any popcorn, this isn’t that kind of show. 

 

Necrophilia Phone Sex is Not Too Dark for This Taboo Accomplice

necrophilia phone sexHe wanted to try necrophilia phone sex. I made it happen. Not my thing to fuck a dead dick, but then it is much easier to fuck a dead girl than a dead guy because if the dick is not hard when the dude croaks, you are not getting the dick hard after death. But a freshly dead girl still has a nice warm cunt and a nice warm ass. I had to think of the best way to deliver him a dead girl. Do I steal one from the morgue? Or, better, do I kidnap a girl, kill her in front of him then let him fuck her freshly dead body? Yeah, the later was the best idea, so that is what I did. I found a young girl for him. She was playing at a park by herself. She was old enough to be out unsupervised for short bits of time was my guess, but not old enough to know much the birds and the bees. She was perfect. I lured her away from the park easily with my puppy. I chloroformed her in the P van and drove her to my lover’s cabin. We decided that his first sex with dead bodies experiment would be in the woods where no one would hear the screams and the body could easily be disposed of when we were done.

This girl was perfect. Young, innocent and a virgin. She lost her virginity after she died, however. Did you know a dead virgin does not bleed when you pop that cherry? That was a bit disappointing to discover. But my lover said he could feel the cherry pop. He ravaged her dead cunt. I pleased him. I was happy to make his fantasy cum true. I like to think of myself as the one you come to when you have dark fantasies to fulfill. I am a dark fantasy fulfiller. What are your dark fantasy phone sex needs? I want to help them cum true too.

Snuff Porn is What I Love to Watch and Make

snuff pornI love snuff porn. Do you? I am not the kind of girl who watches sappy ass flicks like The Notebook or The Titanic.  Just not who I am. I love violence and gore. When I was a young girl, I was not watching Disney movies like most girls my age. I was not into cartoons or wholesome family entertainment. I inherited my grandfather’s sick perversions. I have the serial killer gene. My grandfather helped me nourish it too. I am not the typical serial killer though thanks to my grandfather. I do not harm animals. I do not have a type other than a breathing human being. I do not have a dump site like most serial killers. I do not even have the same method of operation that often links unsolved murders to an identifiable serial killer. My grandpa trained me to stay under the radar. I am a serial killer phone sex bitch that no one knows about yet because I kill under the radar. Things I learned as a schoolgirl from my grandpa included never killing someone that I had a personal beef with, or at least a beef with that could be traced. Never kill in my backyard. Never kill the same person repeatedly. Never kill the same way twice so a pattern can be identified and never leave a body to be found. My grandpa had to clean up my botched first kills. That was when he took me under his wing to teach me how to be a well oiled killing machine. I am sort of like a female Dexter. I know how to clean up DNA and leave no trace of a body. But I do not just kill bad people. I kill anyone who annoys me or pisses me off, or I kill out of convenience. I am a natural born killer though. Snuff phone sex comes easy to me, but if not for my grandpa, I may have been caught ions ago. Everyone needs a mentor. Let me be yours.

My Brother’s Dark Side…

Torture Phone Sex It seems like a lifetime ago when my brother and I were close, now he treats me like a sex object, just like daddy. Before daddy started using me as his whore my brother was my best friend, we did everything together. We would tell each other everything and we both feared daddy’s mean ways, that is until I hit puberty. Things changes when he saw daddy fucking me in my bed one night, it’s like something clicked for him triggering his dark urges. He started coming to my room at night, at first, I thought he wanted to be nice to me like we had been but then he forced me to suck his cock. I cried the whole time he abused me, that only made him like it more… as he fucked my face making me puke all over his hard dick, I realized then that my brother had a dark side just like daddy and I wasn’t safe from either of them.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Can Cum True with the Right Accomplice

rape phone sex fantasiesDo you have rape phone sex fantasies? I was fucking this dude the other night and he wanted to roleplay that I was much younger than I am and not as willing to fuck him either. I love naughty roleplays, but after we fucked, and we were lying there smoking cigarettes in post coital bliss, I told him I could help him with his rape fantasy. His eyes got as big as the sky. He looked at me, tilted his head and said, “Really?” Yes, really, I replied. I explained my submissive past with my father and his friends. I told him I help men like him with their dark fantasies. He asked me the cost and I told him nothing. Sure, I do charge most men to help them with their taboo phone sex fantasies, but this guy was hung and a great fuck. I wanted to keep him indebted to me. He was like a dog with a bone after I told him what I could do for him. He did not want to talk about anything else. I decided to strike while the iron was hot. I got him in my car and took him hunting. We found a young teen girl hooking on a street corner, picked her up and took her to a no tell motel. She was willing to fuck for money, but we did more than fuck her. We killed her too. My accomplice lover choked her to death as he rammed his cock in and out of her tight teen holes. Even as a street hooker, she was tight in all the right places. I helped him fuck her. I helped him kill her too. As her lifeless body laid on the no tell motel bed, we fucked next to her warm corpse. I encouraged him to cum in her dead pussy though. Sex with dead bodies is just as hot as fucking a live one. My lover agrees. I pushed him further down the rabbit hole of depravity. He is never going back either.

Snuff Movies: You Can Be My Accomplice or My Star

snuff moviesI like to watch and make snuff movies. The question I have for you is do you want to star in my snuff flick or be my accomplice? Men serve only two roles in my world. Men are my victims or my accomplices. If you have read my blogs, you know that I am not your typical woman. I do not need attention. I do not need a man in my life to feel complete. I do not want or need romance. I crave violence. I like blood. I like the pain and fear of others. Your pain, your fear are my aphrodisiacs. When I met Alan on the dark net, he said he wanted to be my accomplice. He has long wanted to make a snuff porn with a young brat. Since I have zero maternal instincts, I have no problem kidnapping brats and killing them. The problem was that Alan was annoying. He was not accomplice material. He whined about everything. He did not want to take direction. We had the girl of his choice, but I decided to turn the tables and make him the victim and this little sassy girl my accomplice in killing him. She was spunky for a victim. She was shaming and threatening us as we kidnapped her. I love a fighter, but this little girl scared my so-called accomplice. I liked that this girl saw his weakness and used it against him. She was smarter than him. She was more of a fighter too. Because she was clearly superior to my accomplice, I armed the girl. I told her to fight for her life. She made a better accomplice phone sex partner than he did anyway. He just about shit his pants when he saw this little girl coming after him with a knife that I gave her. I told her how to cut off his cock so he could not do this to another girl again. I have a new, young accomplice protégé.