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Bloody Phone Sex Christmas Time is Here

bloody phone sexRed is my favorite color, as in bloody phone sex red. And Christmas brings out violence in me. Always has because people act more like rude self-entitled assholes at this time of year. And this is the time of year that they should be much nicer. However, when I encounter a rude, self-entitled asshole, I take care of him or her. I show them some Christmas spirit.

I like to hunt for prey at Walmart. Personally, I would never shop there because of the people in the store. Might be a mass attack on a large crowd of assholes and bitches. But I decided that I can find such deserving victims there, especially close to Christmas. And I can restrain myself even if I want to kill every loser in the store.

And Last night I had too many candidates to choose from. But I found one. A young Karen type white bitch. I watched her snatch the last of some video game right out of a little boy’s hand. Then she had the audacity to yell at the mother who pointed out what she did was wrong. So young to be so self-entitled already. But she made the perfect victim on the 5th day of snuff sex Christmas.

More Folks Deserve to Die at Christmas Time

I followed her home. Of course, she lived in a trailer park. Now, I had to be careful. As much as I wanted her to scream, folks would hear her. So, I drugged her before I carved up her body. Normally, I would plan a kill better, but this bitch had to die. There are consequences to bad behavior. And she deserved everything I did to her. You could have fucked her before I mutilated her body. Hell, after I did it too.

I exsanguinated her with deep cuts all over her body. And I loved watching the crimson red blood flow out on her floor. It killed me to have her not suffer. But I could not risk getting caught. I mutilated her perky little tits, stabbed her cunt and carved cunt in her body. Eventually, I sliced an artery and watched her white rug turn a pretty red. Who has a white rug? Although it might not have been a very satisfying kill, at least the bitch died. Even if she deserved extreme torture sex, she won’t ruin anyone’s Christmas. One Grinch down, many more to go.

Sex with Dead Bodies that I created

 

Sex with Dead Bodies

Just got back from the graveyard. My ex was left there though. Gonna miss his dick…

Well, he had to be there. He’s dead. Buried him there with another dude, as the hole was already dug.

But that’s not what you wanna hear. You wanna know why. Why is he there? And what happened?

So we had a kink of going to graveyards and fucking. Kind of a role play that involved sex with dead bodies. Except this time, it was for real. As I wanted to penetrate him with my own blade this time.

Started out like any normal time. He was laying on top of a grave site, pretending to be “dead”. With the most massive of hard ons ever as well. Practically pitching a tent with his cock.

I “find” this as I’m walking through the graveyard to “visit my long lost love”. Only to find this perfect specimen that I really want to have inside of me. To which I do oblige. And proceed to fuck him while he lay there, motionless.

Up until I drove the knife into his chest. That’s about the time I got some fight out of him. Also the look of disbelief that I would actually fucking kill him.

Of course I would. Does he not know me?

After a few more stabs of my knife, he lay motionless again. But still hard as fuck. So I took the opportunity to really get my itch scratched. And rode him like a Shetland Pony into rigor.

I did fuck him a few more times before rolling his carcass into an open grave. Should be happy he was at least getting a burial in a graveyard anways…

Bloody fucking get’s wild.

Bloody phone sexBloody phone sex. I look like the typical hot slut when you see me, perfect ass and tit’s, but I have urges for one thing and that’s the smell, touch and feeling of blood. Men are my prey, they’e easy to trap once found. My tight bald pussy attracts only the best tasting flesh. Even better after I’ve fucked the living shit out of them leaving my tasting juices all over their bodies.

I never have to convince a victim to take off his clothes. I like it raw, rough and nasty.  My vulva pulsates and my body quivers when I shove you up my tight little cunt with my knife behind my back. While you’re in me that’s when you’re most vulnerable, it turns me the fuck on.

I’m always on top, your pubic hair rubbing against my bald snatch, grinding and fucking you hard and rough. My tit’s bouncing in your face. Once you close your eyes I slice your arm. You scream and I cum. I cut you again. I love the fear in your eyes and the taste of your blood. You’re crying as I rub it all over my tits down to my swollen wet clit. I lick my fingers as I just stare at you, smiling. Another one down, poor sissy boy can’t take pain.

 

Torture Phone Sex Season: The 24 Deaths of December

torture phone sexTis the season for torture phone sex fun. Remember, I am not your baby or your honey or anything other than your accomplice or your sadistic mistress. I lack that sap ass gene. Plus, I have no desire to have anything more than an occasional romp. Whereas most women my age worry about finding “the one,” I am contemplating finding the right victim to torture.

I am fresh off Killtober and Deathember. And ready to start the 24 Deaths of December. My own special advent calendar. Although I always welcome volunteers, I like to hunt too. Something so primal about hunting your pray. So, I played a little game with my latest victim. I am not yet Jigsaw level or torture sex, but I have my own games I play.

I live rural. My neighbors live miles away. And I know some of them, but they never hear the screams. The torture I mostly conduct in my underground dungeon that took me years to build. But I still have my kill shack 30 minutes outside of town in the middle of the forest. Either place, nature is on my side.

I Love to Play Games with My Prey

So, this lovelorn dumbass did not listen to me when I told him to fuck off. And I said it nicely too. But he got pushy and sappy. Even called me his dream girl. So, I made him see that I was not his dream girl. More like his worst nightmare. He came back to my place willingly. And I suggested a little game of cat and mouse. My underground dungeon looks like a maze. I have tunnels that lead to the first floor of my home. Another that takes you outside. And others that result in dead ends.

If he could get back upstairs, I would fuck him. Make his dreams come true. But I knew with confidence he would not find the right tunnel. Under my house is a labyrinth I created. And sure enough he did not come up through the trap door into my kitchen. But he did make it outside in the fields. However, he emerged over 5 hours later.  Honestly, I thought maybe he had a heart attack or passed out in my underground maze. I had already planned how to flush his dead body out of the tunnels.

But he did not die. He seemed so excited because he thought he won the game, and I would fuck him. Instead, he got castration phone sex as a consolation prize. I tied him to my castration chair, put a castration band around his balls and chopped those worthless things off. Now, he won’t hit on any woman who does not want to be hit on because he will never fuck again.

Fantasy Phone Sex With A Hot Dom

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Fantasy phone sex is great because it means I get to play out fantasies I might never get to do in real life. Sometimes, it’s a fantasy where my Dom is a giant, 30 feet tall, who wants to use me as a real-life masturbation toy. Other times, it can be rape fantasties. Still others, it’s snuff fantasies.

Right now, what I’m in the mood for is a good snuff fantasy with a hot Dom. I want it to be slow and intimate and full of betrayal. I want him to make me think that he would never truly hurt me…and then he does. The story slowly unfolds in such a way that he first sexually tortures me, as usual, and then it starts to go down an even darker path, full of strangulation, exsanguination, and possible descration of my limp, lifeless body.

That’s the best thing about fantasy, in my opinion. Even if you’d never do it in real life, you can always explore the deeper, darker sides of your psyche with fantasy. I have lots of deep, dark sides, and they all scream out for your hands around my throat, slowly choking the life from me as the light in my eyes dies.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Thanksgiving Provided Lots of Leftovers for Me

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex has become a staple for me on Thanksgiving and Christmas. I like to treat myself to a very special meal that takes weeks to prepare properly. And it gets harder every year too. Personally, I like my food organic. No toxic dyes. No piercings. And definitely no plastic in the body and that includes shit injected in the lips and cheeks. So, I hunted for weeks until I found one.

She appeared all natural.  Blonde hair did not seem artificial. Tits looked real. I saw no visible piercings or tattoos. And no lip or cheek fillers either. No Botox because her face moved. Plus, she had some meat on them bones. Thin meat does not cook as well. And it does not taste as good either.

I lured her to my dungeon where she existed for weeks as I softened her skin with daily butter baths. That really is the key to succulent meat. Although she thought she might be a snuff porn victim, I assured her that she had a much higher purpose than that. She would feed me all winter long. But she did not know that until early yesterday morning when I tied her legs and arms and stuffed her cunt and ass with bread and herbs. And some cut up vegetables too.

Would You Like to Join Me for a Very Special Meal?

She required a large pan. But I have those and a large industrial stove for cooking such large slabs of meat. After ten hours at 450 degrees, she turned out perfect. She did scream for a bit as the heat of the stove burned her skin. But the fumes likely forced her to pass out before the real pain kicked in. Blessing in disguise for her, I guess.

With my carving knife ready, and my sides prepared too, I had a feast. Stuffed my belly with girl meat. And I do have leftovers. I cut the flesh from the bones, saved some organ meat to freeze, and packed up the loose meat into Tupperware containers. So, if you have the same acquired tastes as me and taboo phone sex does not upset you, be my guest. I have plenty to share.

Snuff Phone Sex Fantasy With Sexy Snuff Slut Rena

Hey there, my snuff phone sex fantasy lover boy! You know I’ve always had a thing for the dark and twisted side of life. How about we explore our naughty sides with a snuff phone sex fantasy? Imagine this: you’re tied up to a bed frame, your body completely exposed and vulnerable. I walk into the room wearing nothing but my favorite leather pants and an evil grin on my face. In one hand, I hold a sharp knife; in the other, my rock-hard cock is throbbing with anticipation.

I approach you slowly, running the tip of the blade along your soft skin as you shiver underneath me. Your heart races faster as you realize what might happen next. With one swift motion, I slice through your clothes until they fall away from your perfect body like butterfly wings torn apart by their caterpillar creator. My eyes feast upon every inch of flesh before them – those plump tits that jiggle when they should be scared shitless…that smooth stomach…those delicious thighs…and finally that pretty little pussy waiting to be devoured by my hungry mouth or ravaged by my rough hands (or both).

“Hey,” you whimper between gasps for air as if trying to plead for mercy while also begging me not to stop teasing you so damn good! “Please…” But it only makes me harder because hearing those words come out of such beautiful lips turns me on even more than seeing all these gorgeous curves at once! So instead of showing any kindness or compassion, I lean down and take one of your nipples into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make you cry out in pain mixed with pleasure. Then I move lower, trailing kisses along your stomach until finally reaching between your legs where I spread them wide open and bury my face in the warmth of your womanhood. My tongue darts in and out of your pussy like a snake tasting its prey while two fingers slide inside you rhythmically, making sure every last drop of wetness is coated on my hand before pulling it back out again.

“Oh fuck!” You moan as waves upon waves of pleasure wash over you despite the fear coursing through every vein in your body. “Damon…please don’t stop…” But trust me when I say that this isn’t nearly over yet! With one swift motion, I stand up straight again holding both knife and cock aloft for emphasis as if considering which one will bring about our mutual climax first – yours from orgasm or mine from release?

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Knife Play Phone Sex Calls I Savor as a Sadistic Bitch

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex calls I never get enough of as a butcher girl.  Perhaps, I am a sick bitch. No. I am a sick bitch. And I know it. So, does everyone around me. I am not a ray of sunshine. Never will be either. Yes, I have friends. But my circle is small. And I do not make friends the traditional way. Either I save a girl from a predator at a Goth bar, or a girl hires me to off her attacker, and we bond over it.

I have an eye for talent. When I meet a woman or a younger girl, I can tell if she has that sadistic streak in her. And I can tell if it is in there and she needs help realizing her true potential. A few weeks ago, a young girl who just turned 18, hired me to kill her abusive stepfather. She inherited a bunch of money her late father left her. And she used a portion of it to hire me.

She helped me kill him. And she got into the torture sex. She completely mutilated his cock and balls. Technically, she killed him. He died from the Colombian necktie she gave him. And since then, we have worked together a few more times. Natural talent. So, I decided to mentor her.

Killing is Fun, But it Becomes More Fun with a Protege

Last night, she assisted me in offing this Goth girl predator. He slides into Goth bars, drugs girls and attempts to take advantage of them. Way too many losers like that prey on Goth girls. But I do try to kill everyone of them.  Although, I do kill my share of bitches, I never touch a fellow Goth girl. We have a code. So, if you hurt one of my Goth friends, I hurt you.

My new accomplice set the honey trap for him, and we got into his place. I followed behind them as she acted drugged. When the predator tossed her on his bed, she grabbed the light and hit him over the head. That enabled her to let me into the house.

And we worked in unison to tie him up and castrate him. But we made the cock and ball torture last. Castration phone sex revenge needs to be savored. Little cuts in his predator cock prolonged his agony after I severed his balls and stuffed them in his mouth. My protégé delivered the final blow when she cut his femoral artery. We left him bleeding on his bed. But before we left, we wrote Predator on his walls in his own blood.

Bondage Phone Sex At The Dungeon

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Bondage phone sex always reminds me of the hot times I’ve had at the bondage club/dungeon that I like to go to pretty regularly. A lot of bondage clubs won’t let the participants fuck there, but this one has bedrooms you can use for the night. So when I played with one of my favorite Doms and he had me suspended from the ceiling while he and his friends whacked me with floggers like I was a pinata, I knew I was in for a good night.

I didn’t break open with candy, but I did bruise up nicely. After they took me down, there was some bloody knife play that carved me up pretty good. Then, it was time for this Dom and me to make our way to one of the bedrooms. I was still dripping blood a little as he pulled me in there by my hair.

He didn’t even give me time to lay down on the bed. He just pinned me against the wall, lifted my body up, and slammed his cock in me! The blood from the knife play earlier coated both of us as he fucked me. He came inside me, then pushed me down on my knees to the floor to clean up his cock. The cum dripped out of me and onto the floor as I used my mouth the clean him. I ended up covered in blood, cum, and spit, and it was AMAZING. 10/10, would do again!

Cora’s Conundrum: A Tale of Mostly Consent

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Howdy, perverts! It’s Cora Takayama, that kinky little kitty you’ve been searching for.

I’ve got a thing for dominance, a real kinky streak that needs satisfaction. Some might call it a problem, but fuck ’em. I love it when you treat me like the filthy cum bucket I am. Roughly grabbing me, tying my hands, and dragging me to the bed like a physical manifestation of your wildest dreams. Once pinned down, you assert your dominance further—buckling me like a precious baby deer, leaving me vulnerable to your salty pecks. But the best part? The mind-blowing moment when you thrust violently into my cunt is pulsating pit stop. Pound me senseless, leave me breathless—your brutal incessant thrusts will have me seeing stars. Tearing off my clothes, you expose my sensitive nipples, delivering sharp tingles with each nibble. This power play leaves me helpless—a delicious athletics of total submission.

So, super sleuths, go find these helpless victims like me—tie ’em up and give ’em a good old fashion ass whooping.