I Want a Snuff Sex Death

snuff sexSnuff sex is what I am good at. I can die a thousand ways every day. I have a death wish. I am just too weak to do it myself. I have this new master in my life who I was hoping would do me in. He came close last night. I might have egged him on because I know how to push his buttons. He was skull fucking me and I bit his dick. I acted like it was a mistake. I apologized and then put the blame on him. I knew that would not go over well. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, wiped the blood off his dick and punched me in the face. He kept punching me in the face. I think he broke my nose. Blood poured from my nose. I cried. Not fake tears either. I was in pain. My cunt was wet too. I know, right? I am a pain slut junkie. I begged him to kill me and put me out of my misery. I tipped my hat. That was when he knew I had a death wish. He beat me up so more, but instead of killing me, he left me with broken bones in a pool of my blood telling me death was not enough pain for what I deserved. Maybe you will kill me?

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