What are your killer phone sex fantasies? I have too many to name. I am a misanthrope. That means I hate people. I have always been a loner. I will never marry. Under no circumstances will I give birth to a brat. The kind of human interaction I like is when I am killing some loser, some brat or some cunt. If I am in a touchy feely mood, I might take an accomplice to share in the carnage. I hated the human population a little less the other night when I joined forces with Tina. Tina was slashing the tires of the car parked next to me in a parking lot. The tires were on some mid life crisis sports car. I assured her I was not going to call the cops. I helped her by taking a tire iron to the windshield and the side mirrors. When she told me what her ex-boyfriend did to her, I suggested revenge in the form of castration. He drugged his own girlfriend and had her gang banged for his friends. When she woke up and realized what had happened, he told her she needed it. A jackass like that doesn’t deserve testicles She lured him to her place for reconciliation sex and I surprised him with my big rusty knife. He didn’t deserve a clean castration. Once his drugged glass of wine kicked in, she strapped him to a chair with a belt. I unzipped his pants. First, I made fun of his small, flaccid dick. Tina was slumming with him. I told him I wasn’t fond of tiny dick pricks who assault women. I was going to taunt him more, but he pissed me off by calling me a dyke. With one clean swipe, I took his balls off letting him bleed. I shoved his balls down his throat and made out with Tina. I did more for her pussy than his worthless cock ever could. At least now, he cannot breed little psychopaths with small dicks.
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