Category: Killer phone sex

Snuff Sex in a Haunted House is an Easy Way to Kill

snuff sexSnuff sex in a Haunted House? Hell, yes. I crashed a haunted house tour the other night. I was dressed up hiding my face and gender. No one asked questions. I just acted like I belonged, and I was just one of the fellow actors ready to scare some lightweights lol. I had a huge knife under my black cape.  I stabbed countless folks going through the haunted woods attraction. I was on the last stop. I told the dude there that the boss wanted us to switch. I wanted that spot because of the lake. Some folks never make it through the entire woods, so knowing who is who would be impossible. I am a smart killer phone sex bitch.  I only killed the solo folks who ended up getting through the woods.  No one would immediately look for them. The setting was perfect. Dark and Gothic. It is a well-known haunted house in the country rated very high for their realism. I stabbed folks who came around the corner to what they thought was safety. Some bodies I dragged to the water, but most I turned into haunted woods props. It was so dark no one would know the bodies were real. The blood was real but in that kind of darkness, you could not tell the fake blood from the real blood. I killed several women, and a few men. It was weird that more girls got through the maze alone. Maybe they got separated from their friends during the course of the maze, or their friends were at another attraction. By the time people realized their friends were MIA, it would be too late. I would be long gone. I mean I was just there to do a mass murder spree that would never get solved. Nothing in the paper yet. The Haunted House is still open. I guess they have not found the bodies yet thanks to my excellent snuff porn skills. They will eventually though. The smell will soon permeate the woods.

Bloody Phone Sex October is Here: Hunt with Me

bloody phone sexOctober is bloody phone sex season. This is the time of year to carve pumpkins and carve up young girls. Halloween brings out the bimbos. Even the young teen sluts dress like Bimbo Barbie for Halloween. How do they expect men like you to behave? Cock teases every single one of them. That is why you should hunt with me. I will be that devil on your shoulder telling you to fuck those Bimbo Barbies. Hell, I will tell you to do a lot more than fuck them too. I want to massacre these little whores. Sure, I can kill them all on own. But where is the fun in that? I am a snuff porn queen, but slaughtering the lambs is just more fun with an accomplice who has a cock. You can fuck those hairless cunts and torture their fuck holes with your cock. Me on the other hand, I can torture them with all the sharp objects in my arsenal. You destroy their pussy and assholes. I will destroy their bodies and souls.

I had a random encounter with Nathan last night. He was in a bar I frequent and bitching about cock teases. I bought him a few drinks, so I could plant my evil thoughts in his mind. I started with, “To bad we cannot just kill them all.” I saw the look in his eyes. I got him liquored up and took him on a killing spree. He may regret it now, but in the moment, he loved the little cock tease I picked out for him to murder and fuck. She was this blonde high school girl working at Hot topic in the mall. A little Goth punk princess wannabe dressed like Harley Quinn. She was the epitome of a cock teasing cunt. I lured her away to my kill shack and made Nathan explore his rape phone sex fantasies. If you are my accomplice, you will get your hands dirty. That is how I stay out of jail. You must have as much to lose as me. He enjoyed fucking her cunt as she screamed. But he came the hardest fucking her dead corpse after I mutilated every ounce of her flesh. One bimbo Barbie down, so many more to go.

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*