Cannibalism phone sex is for men with certain tastes. Not all men with such fantasies are Hannibal Lector, however. I have quite a few men who fantasize about being devoured by a hot bitch with peculiar tastes. I have a different palette than most people. I like a good pig roast but without the pig. I don’t eat swine. I do eat man flesh, however. Cooked just right, it is a very satisfying meal. Low calorie too. William paid me to kill him. We had a contract so that nothing would come back on me. The law says that someone cannot pay for their murder. So, he technically took his own life with pills. I just drank wine and watched. And waited while the oven preheated. No one would find his body unless they inspected my shit. I love eating men that have just died. They taste better fresh. I broiled William in a big pot over an open flame. I buttered him, so his skin would cook evenly and a pretty golden brown. I added veggies from my garden and turned him into man stew. It tastes great and it is healthy. Not to mention it last for a long time. William did more good to me dead than alive. He fed me for a month. He was very self aware. He knew he could do more for me dead than alive. Are you that self aware? I am hungry again.
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Cannibalism Phone Sex: Some Men are Better Dead
Sheets Were Soaked Again
I had this crazy squirting all night snuff dream. And I had to come on here and blog about it right away to all of you. I was on a date with a sadistic guy who wanted to beat the shit out of me. Which we all know I love. But where it got real kinky and messy is where he wanted to cut off bits and pieces of my flesh and eat. And have me eat my own flesh too. How freaking crazy fucking hot is that? In my dream, I could taste my own flesh and the pain of where it had been cut off. I could feel my cunt squirting and squirting as he kept feeding me my own flesh. Then in my dream, he says now I am going to stick my dick down your throat and cum as I slice your throat open until you bleed out. As I was slowly drifting off to death that is when I woke up. My sheets were soaked like I pissed the bed. But it was nothing but my own cum.
Sunday Snuff Phone Sex
Snuff phone sex Sundays have become my favorite day of the week. While others are going to church and resting, I am slaying stupid cunts and severing worthless dicks. I believe in Sunday, Bloody, Sunday. I was in a foul mood this morning. I was supposed to hook up with this guy to torture his little cock teasing niece. I had all the details arranged. I like killing with an accomplice, especially when the victim is a little girl. It is fun for me to watch you force fuck her holes until your dick is covered in her blood. He stiffed me a sizeable amount of money and I wanted paid. I decided to hunt him. I found him in his apartment. He was easy to find. He gave me fake info about his niece but used his real name. He was going to be fun to torture and snuff. He recognized me from the avatar I use on the Dark Net. Stupid fuck thought this was all some sort of joke. The joke was on him. I was going to remove his balls and his cock, so he would have to piss through a straw for the rest of his life. Some one as dumb as him, doesn’t deserve to have pleasure. Certainly, doesn’t need to reproduce either. Stupidity breeds stupidity. I stripped him naked, tied him to a chair and told him he was in for a world of pain. I brought my rusty saw and knife, so it would hurt more. He thought I was joking. I don’t mess around when it comes to castration phone sex. I take junk and I don’t do it painlessly. Where is the fun in that? I put his dick under a Bible and sawed it off. His blood seeped many pages of God’s word. Funny, right? I snickered as he screamed in pain. Taking his balls too was just for fun. Only a dickless man fucks around with a sadistic bitch, so I made him into what he already was.
Evil Phone Sex
Evil Phone Sex is what’s on my mind tonight. I just went through a bad breakup with a cheating ass no good loser. He did have a big fat cock though. I guess that’s why I stayed with him this long. But, it’s not like don’t get plenty of cock anyways here at work. And at least they don’t give me any shit either. But right now I’m just pissed off and I feel like mutilating some of these dead bodies. Nobody is off limits too. I’m fucking everyone in here up tonight. I think I’ll switch some of their body parts out. Give some of the less fortunate in the cock department an upgrade. Creating my own Frankensteins lol! Call me and tell me what you want me to do to them.
Murder For Dinner
My murderous torturing sexy self has been away for far too long. But I am back with a vengeance. I was sitting in my room cutting a gaping hole in my leg because I was bored and decided to go find some fresh meat. A nice human home-made meatloaf seemed in order. The local truck stop always has tasty lot lizards offering pussy. As I slunk in the shadows I saw a fat trucker forcing himself on a young hitch-hiker. He didn’t see me as my shiny scalpel came out and sliced his throat wide open. The pretty young thing was thanking me until she saw me lick the blood of the razor-sharp blade gashing my tongue in the process. She took off like a bolt. Her beautiful tits bouncing as she ran. I chased her happily until I caught her and slammed her pretty face into the ground. I turned her over and sliced off both nipples. She screamed the most perfect scream for me. My pussy started dripping as I sliced her mouth from ear to ear. Now the screams were muffled as I took my knife from my boot and started fucking her with the double blade. The stupid little bitch went into shock on me. I sat there for a moment feasting on the nipples I had carved off her. I was mad because she wouldn’t play anymore. I stomped her head in with my boots, over and over. I gathered her body and brought her back to my kitchen. She did grind up nicely for a meatloaf. As she was cooking I used some of her left-over blood to lube my fat dildo and fuck myself. I really need to find a nice cock that will kill with me.
Fucking The Dead
Sitting alone at your laptop looking at pics of dead bodies and jacking your cock raw? Something about their cold lifeless bodies really turns you the fuck on doesn’t it? Knowing that it’s so taboo and you couldn’t dare tell any of your friends about your weird fetish. It must get very lonely not having anyone to share in your enthusiasm over fucking the dead. I knew at an early age that being a mortician was exactly what I wanted to do when I grew up. I’ve had the hots for cold dead corpses for as long as I can remember. I love getting naked as soon as I get to work. I put on some music, lock the door and fuck my way through the room. Every day is different. Different bodies, different fuck toys to do whatever I want to with them No one will ever know what really goes on here. Curious? Call me and I may share some of my gory details with you.
Torture Sex Gone Wrong
When I walked into work today, I was not expecting what I saw. Apparently this bitch was having some crazy torture sex and the sick motherfucker she was fucking, got a little carried away. No, not just a little carried away, a whole lot carried away. This bitch was bloody as fuck. Apparently they were all coked up, meth’d up, you name it, they were on it. She had gashes everywhere. He even cut off her nipples. Which was kinda fucked up for me, cause I have my own little nipple collection at home. Anyway, her neck was also broken. The police said that neighbors had called 911 when they heard all the noise and screaming. By the time the cops got there, bitch was swinging from the chandelier twitching her last moments away. Spewing blood everywhere. He was still holding the knife when they broke down the door. The told him to drop it, but he was so fucked up, he tried to approach them and they filled his ass with lead. He had about 25 bullet holes in him. This was definitely a case of torture sex gone wrong. At the end of the day, I get them. Now, what shall I do to them?
Snuff Sex is the Best Sex
Snuff sex is the best if you ask me. Fuck them and kill them. I am not one for pillow talk. I am not one for cuddling either. Once I cum, my need for a guy is over. Just like once you fuck a tender age slut, you don’t want to send her home to rat you out as a dirty P man, right? They lose their usefulness. Normally, I don’t kill my accomplices, but I rarely fuck them either. Ted hired me to procure him a virgin school girl. At the age he wanted, finding a virgin was not difficult. Ted was not a creepy fat fuck driving a white van with a mattress in the back who is forced to register with the police department whenever he moves. He was a handsome, sophisticated and intelligent man. He wanted a young girl because he could afford it. Enough money gets you whatever you want in this world. He had a rape fantasy involving a super young girl. I made it come true for a price. I think I got super horny watching a good looking dude fuck a little bitch. Of course, I was also aroused by her screams. After it was clear he was done with her, I killed her. That turned him on. His dick got hard again when he thought he was drained dry by that bald tight slit. Never underestimate the sex appeal of a snuff porn bitch. I carved up that little beauty queen and fed her to the coyotes. We fucked like wild animals afterwards. Her blood was still on his dick and all over my body. After he came, he tried to cuddle. Like what the fuck man? I just killed the little slut you assaulted. Do you think I wanna spoon? He got a knife to the chest. It’s a knee jerk reaction to any attempt at intimacy. I fuck and I kill. I was a tad remorseful because a good cock shouldn’t go to waste. But, he shouldn’t have tried to spoon. A spoon gets the knife every time.
My Gal Pal
My gal pal Kerri and went to a local BDSM club. We were looking for sadists who really wanted to beat the bloody mess out of us. Just like me blood turns right the fuck on. The smell, the look, and the pain that comes with extracting it out of my body We found one who said he wanted to have us both and he promised our flesh would be torn up from head to toe. And that we would be to weak from the loss of blood to walk out. We would have to be carried out. We called his bluff and followed him back to part of the club that had all sorts of whips, chains, Knives, and other torture devices I did not even recognize. I could feel my cunt creaming in my pants and I could see the look on Kerri’s face. I knew she was just as sloppy wet as I was.
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies On My Mind
Coming in to work at this morgue and looking over all of these dead bodies begins to give me some murder phone sex fantasies of my own. This makes my pussy so wet. I grab a cold dead hand and begin to rub my pussy. Sticking his stiff fingers in and out my wet sticky cunt, then licking them clean. I love the taste of my pussy, especially off of cold dead anything. Cocks, fingers, cold dead lips. Grabbing his hand again, I begin to massage my pussy, sliding his fingers slowly in an out of my dripping wet pussy. I tilt my head back and begin to imagine my own little killing spree. What would I use? A gun? Too easy and quick. I have all sorts of medical instruments I can easily use. Maybe you could bring me someone I could play with. I want it to last for hours. No one but us will know. It can be our dirty little secret. Oh, how you’ll get off watching the beast inside of me unleashed on some poor unsuspecting victim. Give me my fantasy!