Category Archive: Knife play phone sex

Skilled at Snuff Phone Sex

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Snuff phone sex is to die for with me. See what I did there. I may be a dark bitch, but I have a sense of humor. I enjoy life. I just enjoy it differently than most people. Where many girls my age live for social media and dating, I live for killing. I enjoy snuff. And not fantasies. The real thing. I have been killing since I was in high school. Once you get a taste for killing, you keep on killing. My first kill was orchestrated by my grandpa. I miss him. He died about 10 years ago. I like to think he would be proud of me. I had a mean girl in high school. Not that I cared what barbie dolls thought of me. It was more that this girl was relentless. And she drained my energy. She had to go. My grandpa knew she made life hard for me, and he wanted to help me kill her in a way that I would not get caught. He also taught me the two birds, one stone philosophy. I had a guy I needed taken care of too. He spread false rumors about us fucking because I rejected him. He was a loser. I was not fucking him. My uncle was savvy in all things, including computer hacking and murder. We hacked both the mean girl and the tool’s computers to make it look like they were once a thing that ended badly. Rule number one in a murder, is framing some one for your crime. And rule number two is to make sure you establish motive for your patsy. I snuck in my mean girl’s bedroom late one night and stabbed her to death. It was a blood fest. I sexually mutilated her too. That would make it look like my tool did it because sexual mutilation is often a crime of passion. My grandpa was so wise. He instilled in me not only a love for crime, but the skills to be a criminal and get away with it. My tool was arrested for my mean girl’s murder and tried as an adult. He was sentence to life in prison and all his appeals were denied. It was a crime that shook my community because the mean girl was a beloved cheerleader and the crime itself was horrific. I have gotten away with snuff sex hundreds of times since. Now, I am passing on my killer skills to men like you. Who can I help you snuff?


Knife Play Phone Sex Cumslut

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My mom always taught me that you don’t play with sharp things, but that prudish bitch doesn’t know how to have fun. If she would have fucked my dad for fun instead of just to reproduce, she would have found that he could have introduced her to a whole world of fun. She rarely ever put out, but you know who did? Me. And not only did he let me practice all of my dick sucking skills on him, but it got even darker than that. He introduced me to things that make for amazing knife play phone sex calls.

Do you love running a cold steel blade up and down the body of a hottie like me? Maybe you never even draw blood, but even just the anticipation of wondering if that will happen is enough to set my pussy on fire. And when he does break skin with the sharp blade, well, that always sends me into a screaming orgasm. Do you want to talk to me about what that’s like? How far would you take our knife play? I want to hear everything, no matter what my fate ends up being. Don’t worry. I can take it.


Snuff Phone sex Is Life!

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I fucking love snuff phone sex and the men who come to me to use me as an outlet for their sick and twisted fantasies. I know that some men let the darkness build up and that causes them to want the most vile and disgusting scenes ever. Only theses scenes that I help them create are fucking hot and make me wet at the very least. Most of the time my fingers are shoved deep inside me as They tell me to cut a girls head off so they can skull fuck her dead little head. I had a caller ask me why I find snuff so exciting even though I’m so young? Well, some girls are just born this way. Snuff is my sexuality you could say. Much like being a gay girl, or bisexual, (pansexual) I love the dark, the bloody, cocks, pussy and all the accomplice fun we have while destroying sweet soft bodies. There’s no doubt that as your teen secret sadistic of accomplice phone sex we can get deep into what makes your pervert mind tick!accomplice phone sex


My Speciality is Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty, yet daily some looser IMs me with a “What’s up Boo,” or “I cannot wait to fuck you,” or even worse, “You gonna drain these nuts, bitch?” Those losers are stupid and do not read. We have bios and blogs for a reason. I do not do submissive calls. I do not do fuck calls. At least not your traditional fuck calls. I am a sick bitch. I carry a big knife and I am not afraid to use it. I castrate men who think they can make me their bitch. In what planet do I look or sound like the kind of girl who takes Daddy’s dick? I was born into this world to be a sick bitch. I was raised to be a dominant bitch. I do not do typical fuck calls. I am a sadistic phone sex bitch who enjoys your pain, anyone’s pain. The last loser who tried to fuck me with his worthless pecker got his dick cut off with his balls. I turned his balls into earrings. Men need to take heed of me. I am a Goth chick with a perverted mind. There is not an ounce of me who is submissive. I do not care how big your dick is or how much money you have either. You are my victim or my accomplice. I will cut off a big dick as easily as I will chop off a worthless pecker if you try to treat me like your bitch. Chris was Iming me all last night with misogynistic words. He got a much different call than he wanted. That is because the caller is never always right with me. I am right. What I say goes. I am not playing the part of some love sick submissive bitch just because you pay for it. I took his dick and his balls. And I will take yours too if you try to make me your bitch, your victim or your girlfriend. Consider yourself warned.


Killer Phone Sex Desires

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies are common. But I do not just have fantasies. I act on my desires. I am not the type of woman to show restraint. I am a narcissist and a sociopath. The only things different from me and most serial killers is that I never hurt animals, and no one diddled me as a little girl. I think even as a schoolgirl men knew not to touch me because I would have stabbed them in the heart. I had a weird fascination with knives when girls my age were playing with Barbie dolls. I grew up to be a taboo phone sex bitch because it is in my DNA. My grandpa on my dad’s side was a sadistic bastard who liked only me. I was his protégé. He was the warden and owner of a private prison once upon a time, but the government shut him down for cruel and unusual experiments on prisoners. I inherited his estate, which came with an electric chair and a huge knife collection worth over a million dollars because many of the knives go back centuries. My first kill was as my grandpa’s accomplice. He had kidnapped this young teen slut. She was hitchhiking. Grandpa used me as a wingman. Girls felt safe taking a ride from a grandpa with his young granddaughter in the car. I remember that first kill like it was yesterday. Grandpa had her tied up and naked. He fucked her and then carved her up like a side of beef. He left the deadly cut to me, though. That was my first snuff porn, and I was in a Catholic school outfit. My white blouse turned bright red when I stabbed my grandpa’s fuck meat in the chest. I went crazy stabbing her like 40 times. I was in a frenzied state because I was so excited to kill. My grandpa groomed me to be the stealth serial killer I am today. He gave me the knowledge, skills and tools to remain undetected by the police or FBI. I miss my grandpa, but I know I am making him proud in hell.


Ass Rape Fantasy Fulfilled

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Being a sadistic phone sex slut is easy for me. All I want is to hear your nasty dark fantasies. It turns me on and all I want is to be able to fulfill them. I’ll be your nasty accomplice. It will be easy to find a dumb slut to tie up and use. I want you to be cruel and take advantage of the naked body in front of us and paddle her until her ass is welted and begging for you to stop. Hearing her whimpers and cries turns my cunt on and gets me dripping. That is when I want you to bend over and make your ass rape fantasies come true and stick your cock deep in her asshole. I’ll put the knife to her throat and make her take it as deep as you want to your dick to go in her ass. If she moves, I will make sure to slice her neck open and she knows it so she takes your cock. Once you are done filling that tight asshole up, we can do whatever you want with the body.  


how about some bloody phone sex ?

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When I’m asked about my specialties, I always exclaim im the best butt fuck in town. My asshole indeed gets pounced so much that I have lost feeling, and the only way I can feel any sensation is if someone makes it bleed. The thing is, when you are a whore like me, you are run thru, and you get fuck like crazy, and it is all fun and games till you lose the ability to cum hard. When I noticed that, I panicked and began to try to find the fleeting feeling. The only way I got close was to bleed once I got my holes. That’s when all the sensation comes back. It’s a tough pill to swallow, but now I am all for blood and fucking, so if you want some bloody phone sex, you have the perfect victim.


Blasphemous Sex Bitch

blasphemy sexI am a blasphemous sex bitch. I believe in nothing. And I would pick Satan over God any day. I think churches rob their followers blind. Stupid sheep who need to believe in something to get through a day. I have my own Pagan rituals and they involve blood and sacrifice. I believe in two things life and death. That is it. We are born and we die. Some die sooner than others. And some die at the hands of a blasphemous bitch like me. Almost every night, I kill some loser. My sacrifice to Satan or any dark lord. Often, I am killing vacuous mean girl cunts, small dicked losers, tools and soul stealing brats. I have no use for any of them. Last night, I was in the mood for a young sacrifice. Some young stupid lamb who goes to Sunday school and church. Girls like that grow up to be frigid cunts and holly rollers who think they are better than everyone else. Best to kill them young before they grow up and wreak havoc on your life. This little brat was dressed in a white laced dress with Mary Jane shoes. She had her blonde locks in barrettes. She was getting ice cream at this little kiosk when I snatched her. I put a knife to her back and told her I would stab her dead if she screamed. She walked willingly out the mall door with me. Her parents were nearby no doubt, but no one noticed me grabbing this little brat until it was too late. I had her in my cabin, naked and chained when the amber alert went off on my phone. This little cunt was some one’s precious angel. To me, she was about to be a sacrifice. I gutted her like a pig. Buried my knife deep into her tender flesh and scooped out her insides. I watched her die slowly and brutally. I said a few blasphemous words while she bled out. After my snuff porn sacrifice, I fed her to the coyotes. They are the best accomplices because they devour every trace of evidence. Who can we sacrifice together?


Castration Phone Sex Through the New Year

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Castration phone sex Christmas? Christmas may have come and gone, but I am still castrating losers. Ball removal is my gift to me. I have quite the collection this year too. I have severed more testicles this month than I have all year. I had no clue there were so many losers around who needed to part with their balls. I met one such loser at Walmart last night. I hate going to Walmart. Only the dregs of society shop at Wally World. My phone charger died on me, and it was the only place open in the middle of the night to get a new one. I sucked it up and the first person I meet is a douche bag player who thought he could pick up a Goth chick in Walmart. I would never date or hook up with some leisure suit Larry I met at Walmart. He stalked me. He harassed me. And when he got pissy after I rejected him, I decided he need a free ball removal. I was not even going to charge him. This castration was on me. I played his game. I got him to think he was in control luring me back to his apartment. I know he thought he was going to bang me. I mean I am not desperate. I am never desperate. He did not deserve to live thinking I was going to fuck him. Men are so delusional. I do not pick up guys in Walmart. I spiked his drink when he was not looking. He woke up tied to a chair naked. I stuffed my panties in his mouth which was as close to my hot pussy as he was going to get. Torture sex ensued when I whacked his balls off with a kitchen knife. I could have cauterized the wound, but he annoyed me. I mean who hits on women at 1 am in a Walmart? No man that deserves to reproduce. No clue if he bled out or if he was able to get some help. I left his severed balls on the table with a Christmas bow. If he survives and gets his balls reattached, they will never work like they once did. I made him a eunuch for Christmas.


Christmas Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexIt was a castration phone sex Christmas for me. It is a tradition for me. I have no family alive anymore, but that does not give me the holiday blues. I always find some poor sap who wants to spend Christmas with me. Some schmuck who overestimates my need for him.  I was sitting at a bar alone last night. I knew someone would approach me. Someone always does. They falsely assume I am desperate and lonely. They think I am an easy lay. They think they are doing me a favor by taking me home. Cannot play the player. This loser fell into my lap so easily last night. He had cheesy pick-up lines, and back-handed compliments. Just some loser who has to troll for pussy. He will not be trolling any more because I took his nuts. I could have killed him. Perhaps, I should have killed him. I wanted him to be scarred for life and I wanted him to have a memory that would never fade. He will never troll for another chick again because I neutered him. I took is balls in his own bed. He never saw it coming either. He had me pinned on his bed, but I was not helpless. My big sharp knife was nearby. And that knife sliced his testicles off with one swipe. The look on his face was priceless. I do not think he felt it until he saw the blood. It was like the alcohol and shock numbed the initial pain, but once he saw the blood and his severed balls, he knew what happened. He fell over and I had to decide if this was just torture sex, or a snuff date. I went into his kitchen and heated up a pan. Then I cauterized his wound. He will have a nasty scar, but he will live, and he will never fuck again. He will not underestimate women ever again either.


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