The life of a taboo phone sex whore never seems dull. And that’s because we only look like soccer moms. But we never act like them, at least not in the traditional sense. I go through a lot more cocaine over the holidays than I do any other time of the year.
And that always leads towards poor decision making. Earlier, trying to get cocaine, I found myself on a live auction feed where men planned on selling me to the highest bidder for God knows what. I dodged that bullet, but I came under fire again, two days later.
With my sons inviting so many bonus boys over for the holiday weekend I needed energy to keep up with them. Coke gives mature women the energy they need to keep up with young teenage lovers.
Plus, I had to deal with my sisters-in-law too. And that’s never pleasant for me. After all these years and two sons later, they still think of me as a trashy gold digger. And just for the record I no longer spend my husband ‘s money on cocaine. I earn it the old-fashioned way, even if it puts me in harm’s way.
This Mommy Does Unspeakable Things for Cocaine
I met with this drug dealer recently who I try to avoid. He’s one of the biggest producers of snuff porn in my state. But he’s known for paying a woman very well to star in one of his films. The problem is you might end up with a broken bone or two because he likes his films to look real. So, I know it’s always a gamble with him, but I also know he’s legit. Just violent. He appeared happy to see his favorite redheaded soccer mom too. He told me he planned on calling me to make me a sweet deal.
A very rich collector of snuff films reached out to him. He wanted a violent mommy son video where the son explores his rape fantasies for his mommy on film. But he would punch mommy, kick mommy and restrain her while destroying her fuck holes. I’m no stranger to rough sex. And I needed his money because I was starting to lose my energy. Plus, I ran out of Coke the night before. I needed this gig as much as he needed a willing, redheaded soccer mom.
One of These Days Some Man will Beat Me Dead
Luckily, the film lasted no more than an hour. But I did not escape unscathed. I did get my cocaine though. A huge bag of it too, but I earned every penny of it. My costar punched me and violently fucked my pussy and ass. This felt like an extreme ass rape porn. Destroyed my butt hole on film with his monster cock and even his fist.
I still have ligature marks around my neck from where he tried to strangle me. I needed to wear a turtleneck, so my husband did not see the marks. He broke a couple of ribs and my nose too. So, I told my husband I fell down the stairs.
I survived, but I look like I met Mike Tyson in the ring. But luckily, I have a big bag of cocaine for all the pain. And I’m a creative liar. I can make my husband believe anything. I’m sure he does not want to know what a truly sick bitch he married. I willingly endured that kind of pain just for a fix. And I will do it again in a couple days too.




















