Knife play phone sex, I think, is best enjoyed on snowy days. I love the look of blood on white snow. Such a stark contrast and that arouses me. Everything about blood arouses me though. The look, the taste, the feel, the smell… So, when we got our first official snow, I knew I had to hunt. I can always find some prick out at a bar despite the weather. Guys go for Goth chicks. But I am not the typical chick.
I went into my favorite Goth bar last night, and like a moth to a flame, Troy walked up to me with some cheesy pick-up line, and I knew he was my next victim. We had some drinks together. I acted interested in his boring life. Everything about Troy annoyed the fuck out of me. So, I knew he would be my next bloody phone sex victim. And I wanted to do it in the snow too. I love the look of fresh snow covered in blood.
The Look of Blood in the Snow Intoxicates Me
When I suggested we leave, he asked me to pay half the bill. What a loser. He asked me if I wanted something to drink. Even had the waiter put it on his tab. Then when he closes out his tab, he asks me to pay for my drinks. Yeah, this loser would lose his balls tonight I told myself. And he did. But he put up a fight. I thought for a moment he might get the better of me, but then I zapped his balls with a stun gun, and he fell to the floor with a thud. I had him in my kill shack off the beaten path.
Once he fell to the ground, I could take him out easier. I dragged his body into the snow, pulled his pants off and castrated him. First, I took his nuts. I mean I do love castration phone sex for a reason. But he did not bleed enough for my tastes. The cold slows blood flow. So, I decided to take his dick too.
No Loser Deserves to Keep His Balls
I knew the smell of fresh blood would draw out nature’s accomplices. Before long, I had an audience of bears, coyotes and wolves. Even a few birds came out too. In the snow, it is harder for them to find food. So, I like to help them eat. When I chopped his dick off blood splattered everywhere.
I made a small cut on his femoral artery too. I stepped away from him and the animals knew that was their cue to eat. And I watched as they ate him alive. He would not have lived long bleeding like that anyway. So, in a way my furry accomplices just helped put an end to his pain quicker. I knew I would find a loser out in this snowy mess last night. Another loser bites the dust. Who is next?