Category: Killer phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex is What I Have Been Training For

knife play phone sexWhen I was a young girl, my parents knew I was different. Maybe they never would have guessed that I would grow up to be a knife play phone sex queen, but they knew I was not the typical girl. Girls my age were imitating Disney princesses. Me, however?  I was worshiping serial killers and movie psychopaths. I never wanted to be a teacher or a nurse. I wanted to be a stone-cold killer. My mentors were my sadist grandpa, Norman Bates, Michael Myers, Chucky, Jason Voorhees and Freddie Kruger. They taught me killing was necessary. Snuff sex is how we rid the world of bad parents, narcissistic assholes, bimbo Barbies, cock teases, and stupid brats. Anyone who annoys us really. And October is my favorite time of year to slay. My heroes are celebrated and back on TV. I root for the bad guy every time. What I need this month is a killing accomplice. My killing skills have been perfected over the years. I am a meticulous killer which makes me the best accomplice. I research our prey’s habits. I have a plan for every step of the process including trapping the victim, killing the victim and disposing of the body afterwards.  I have been killing folks since I was a schoolgirl. I have yet to be caught. I never will be caught because I am careful about who I let be my accomplice and I have been studying my idols for 20 years now. I realize some of my idols are fictitious, but I like Jeffrey Dahmer, Ted Bundy, John Wayne Gacy, Ed Gein and many more too. Sure, you found me on a snuff phone sex site, but this is not fantasy for me. And I want to make it not fantasy for you either. October is the best time to kill together. Let us slay together.  Are you ready?

 

Necrophilia Phone Sex Time

Necrophilia phone sex

It’s the time of year when the real fucked up freaks come crawling out of the woodwork for bloody, viscera filled necrophilia phone sex.  That means I have to get busy amassing all of the cold bodies I can so my craven customers can have something to blow their hot loads inside of, something that will actually let them fuck it.  

I guarantee that none of the mangled meat I provide for your depraved pleasure will complain that your cock is too big or that you’re fucking them too hard.  I’m pretty sure they won’t laugh at you if you have a tiny little micro-cock with a spit fire hair trigger, either.  I mean, I wouldn’t expect any sparkling conversation or charming banter or anything like that, but you probably don’t want to talk to it much, anyway.  Just fuck it while you beat it up and cut hunks of flesh out of it, huh?  I can tell, I see it in your eyes.

Yeah, I’m talking to you.  You wouldn’t be reading this if you didn’t like the idea of shoving your cock into a permanently immobilized pussy and pounding away on that cadaver cunt until your heart’s content.  Something about being able to dissect a dead body while you drive your dick as deep inside of it as you can flips that sick little switch in your brain and fills you with ecstasy even before you ejaculate inside of that corpse.  The jizz is just the icing on the bloody, flesh covered cake, isn’t it?  

 

Demonically Evil Phone Sex

Evil phone sex

Freaks call me up for evil phone sex because I really let my dark side out, and when I open the floodgates, the torrents of damnation and despair that flow out of me let them tap into their most wretched, vile selves, too.  They say misery loves company.  One fucked up, fright filled call with me and I’m sure you’ll agree.

I don’t just juice your junk while we dream about degrading some street whore before decapitating her and using all of the shit that drains out of her head as lube or talk you through taking some poor, helpless teen out to the middle of nowhere and torturing her before I make you fuck her until you split her in two.  Cool conversation, and all, but I go much, much deeper than that.

I’m in your loins before you even call, I get into your head within minutes of speaking with you and I infest your soul as I take you down avenues of abuse, onto various pathways of punishment and down dark alleyways of anguish and agony.  Once you feel my dark presence way down in your gut, you’ll never be the same.

There will be pain, there will be tears, there will be blood, there will be cum.  I’m going to exploit every bit of torment and sorrow your pathetic soul has ever experienced.  If you caused someone any grief or suffering, I’ll know.  If someone berated or beat you and made you feel empty inside, I’m gonna find out.  My dark side will drag whatever it is that makes you sick in the head out of you, and when it does, I’m going to make you blow your load all over it.  Sadistic phone sex doesn’t even begin to cut it.  Phone fucking with me is downright demonic.

 

Castration Phone Sex is a Risk With Me Because I am a Sick Bitch

castration phone sexI was in a castration phone sex mood last night. That is not uncommon. Most men piss me off. They think because I have a pussy I will just be spread and ready for them. I am not a typical girl. If you have called me or met me out at a Goth bar, then you know fuck calls are not my thing. I need violence to get off. And don’t even think about it. No violence towards me. I am not your bitch or your whore. If I am going to cum, I need to hurt you. Now, sometimes that is just a cut or a stab. But sometimes, you die while fucking me. It is a risk you take having sex with a sadistic bitch. I am like a female praying mantis. They bite the heads off their male lovers after copulating. They get what they needed from the male species, kill the lover and move on. Now, I do not always kill a male lover, but when I do it is because some loser gets all sappy over me. I do not spoon. I do not do pillow talk either. I do not give a fuck about your day. I do not give a fuck about cuddling. Troy would not shut the fuck up after we fucked. He wanted to know what my dreams were and my astrological sign. He got to star in an impromptu snuff porn. Normally, I am not an impulsive killer. I plan and stalk my prey, so I do not get caught. But Troy was the most annoying mother fucker I ever fucked. If I went to jail, no better kill to send me there than that sappy ass loser. I cut his cock clean off and stuffed it in his mouth. I did not cauterize the wound. I let him bleed all over his bed. The kill had jilted lover all over it which was not exactly the case. This was not a revenge kill. This was a mercy killing. My mercy. If I had to hear him yap one more time, I was going to kill myself. Hey, consider yourself warned. I am a taboo phone sex bitch not a GFE.

Let’s Make Dead Mommy Pay!

Snuff PornI’ve always wanted to fuck a man on top of his cold dead mommy! I know you’ve been thinking of snuffing that bitch out, once and for all. She has always been a cunt to you and I know you’ve been planning your revenge for so long. I’ll watch as you strangle her and fuck her silly before you make the bitch beg. I’ll be playing with my cunt while you choke the life out of her and when she finally turns blue that will be our moment. We’ll climb on top of her and make her watch with her blank stare as you shove your cock in me. I’ll tell you to ride me harder while cold dead mommy gets crushed beneath us like she is our bed! What fun we’ll have while your mean old mommy rots away!

Killing Lust: The Kill

Murder phone sex fantasies

My little mouse lays her head down on a feathery-filled pillow every Tuesday night at around nine at night. Given my nights stalking and waiting I know that my soft delicate prey sleeps soundly. So unaware of the kitty with fangs just waiting, and tonight was the night. Blood rushed in my veins the moment I felt her body panic underneath me as she woke to me straddled on top of her. A sharp butcher knife in my left hand held up high, gleefully laughing as the little mouse tries to squirm free. Hitting, scratching, anything she could think of. Until I came down hard with a swift slice across her artery. The crimson droplets rained forward splashing me with a pleasant continuous splash for a few moments. As the blood trickled less I continued to hack until I felt satisfied with my work taking a single picture of my masterpiece. Careful to leave no sign of myself as I left. Wondering if her mangled body will make its way to my morgue.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite Way to Kill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my favorite. I am prone to violent tendencies.  A knife is my weapon of choice for many reasons. I have more control over a knife, and it takes skill to kill with one. Plus, you can do more things with a knife than a gun. You can stab, slice, gut, dismember, castrate, and slit throats with a knife and so much more. A gun has less variety. You shoot or pistol whip. No skill involved if you are in close range. Just aim and pull the trigger. Can you tell vanilla sex is not my thing. Vanilla is an ice cream flavor, not a type of sex, LOL. I was like Wednesday Adams as a schoolgirl. I wanted to play with knives not Barbie dolls. I never hurt animals like a typical sociopath. I do not think I am a sociopath. I just like to kill people. Not just any person, but folks who annoy the fuck out of me like mean girls, cock teases, tools, brats and shrimp dicks. I have always been full of killer phone sex fantasies. I have no set pattern other than I use a knife. I do not have a type I kill other than the fact that they have annoyed me in some way, but that is an indiscernible pattern to the authorities. I am never on anyone’s radar because I leave no trace. The bodies are never found because I will feed carcasses to the wildlife. They are bear shit or coyote shit and no one is testing the DNA in wild animal shit. I make a great accomplice because I can help you hunt and kill while keeping you off the radar of the authorities too. You just might have to modify some things like location and target to stay off that radar, but with me as your accomplice phone sex partner, I will help you have a satisfying surrogate kill.

Killing Lust: The Hunt

Home Invasion Phone Sex

The dark urge struck me the other night as it does when I can’t keep the boredom at bay. With only one corpse on hand at work, and just a boring one at that it was bound to happen. I stared at my utensils for what felt like hours imagining myself taking the tools and cutting them into flesh. Warm fresh flesh, where the blood flows freely and doesn’t dribble out slowly like black goo. I want the warm rich red liquid that replenishes itself as much as it can. Unable to shake the image, I started thinking of the woman I met at the last wake held upstairs. Runs a rug cleaning business out of her home, and it just so happens she gave me her business card. 

Seems like a silly thing to openly put your address on a business card, but it’s also in poor taste to be self-promoting at someone’s wake. Two mistakes she will be regretting very soon. As I turned off my cell and pulled out a local map. I’m not a rookie, I know not to leave a technology trail even if it means taking a few extra steps. I mapped out a route to her house, finished up my work for the evening, and set the course. Parking in the dark shade of trees in a good line of vision to watch her place. Observing her behaviors, and much to my delight confirmed my suspicions that she does live alone. I will keep watch on and off at night, this is not something I ever rush. But I do assure you by this time next week, she will be dead. *Grins*

Snuff Porn Saturday Nights with a Sadistic Bitch

snuff pornSaturday nights are for snuff porn. Well, with me, any night is. I will kill anyone any night of the week. But Saturday nights are prime hunting nights. Now that colleges are back in session, you can count on some annoying drunk coeds to piss me off enough that I must kill them. It is really community service when you think about it. I hate cock teases and there are no better cock teases than coeds. I was not in the mood to be fucked with last night. But this one blonde sorority cunt was all up in my face in a Goth bar. She did not belong. She was drunk and stumbled in trying to get guys to buy her booze. She was being a drunk bitch and the guys in the club were not into sorority girls. She assumed I was gay and was like you can buy me drinks and I will let you eat my pussy. Nope. I was not having anything to do with her and it was pissing her off. When she got in my face and told me I should be so lucky to eat her pussy, I had killer phone sex impulses right then. I kept my shit together until closing time. I followed her drunk ass until she stumbled into the park trying to cut through to the nearby campus was my guess. I had my knife with me because I always have it with me. I could make it look like a sexual assault or a robbery. I shanked the bitch. I made it quick because I did not plan this one out well enough to torture her for hours. I stabbed her in the right place to kill her with a slow bleed out. She fell to the ground paralyzed from the pain and bled out. I took her purse to make it look like a robbery. It was all over the news this morning, but it will just be another random act of violence to go unsolved. Nothing random about snuff sex for me. I kill the bitches who deserve to die.

I’m Afraid Of What Daddy Will Do Next!

Killer Phone SexI’m starting to worry about daddy’s violent fits of anger, I get so wet when I know he is going to force fuck me but I’m scared it will end with me getting snuffed! Daddy abuses me so often now I’ve actually started to enjoy the pain; daddy only hurts me harder when he knows I like it. I’m his perfect victim because I used to trust him so much, he was the best daddy in the world until I grew up and I tempted him with my hot little body and tight fuck holes. As soon as daddy fucked me and broke my nose everything changed, good daddy disappeared and became so dark and evil. All daddy cares about now is fucking my holes hard, making me pay for tempting him and making him a pervert for my young wet pussy.