Killer Phone Sex: My First Kill

killer phone sexKiller phone sex is at an all-time high the last week of October. I think Halloween inspires people. My first kill was on Halloween night when I was in high school. The death of a popular cheerleader was never solved. At least not the death of the popular cheerleader in my community. She was a queen bitch. She made Regina in Mean Girls seem like Mother Theresa. This pretty little cheerleader was so cruel and self-entitled. She made my life hell. I could have handled the name calling and constant torment at school, but she went way further than that. She treated me like Carrie at the prom. And I was way savvier and more astute than Carrie White. One day, I snapped. She poisoned my lunch, made me super sick, so I killed her. I played the victim role, but I got my pound of flesh.  I stabbed her in her bed a thousand times. I injected her with a paralytic drug. She felt every ounce of pain, but she couldn’t scream or move. Her parents were asleep down the hall, while I butchered their daughter with glee. I used a big dildo with a condom on it to penetrate her cunt and ass. It would look like some one had rape phone sex fantasies for her and throw suspicion off the girls she tormented. That was 12 years ago, and it is still an unsolved sexually motivated murder. The bitch had it coming. I am grateful to her, however. She made me realize how easy it is to kill. How much fun it is to inflict harm onto another living person. She gave me my passion for murder. Once you have your first kill, you are hooked. You kill again and again and for far fewer personal reasons. Let me help you have your first kill.

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