Knife play phone sex is my favorite. I can do so many things with a knife, like slice you open or cut off your balls, or maybe even your dick. I do not mess around. I am a sadistic bitch. I must be nice to some of you because I was told I have an attitude problem. Duh. I do not play well with others. Most humans annoy the fuck out of me. I don’t flirt. I don’t do small talk. If I greet you on the phone or on a chat in a way that seems opposite of my looks or bio, it is because I want to keep my job. It has nothing to do with me liking you or wanting to fuck you. I am not a friendly chick. I am certainly not a flirty one either. John found out the hard way that me saying excuse me as I pushed him out of my way on the way to the restroom does not mean I liked him. The loser followed me into a single restroom because he thought “Excuse Me,” meant “Fuck me please.” I was not at work. I did not have to be nice. I could show him what a snuff sex addict I am. I always have a few knives strapped to my body because you never know when you might have to shank a bitch. John was that bitch. I have no clue his real name. He did not offer it up when he followed me into the bathroom. And I did not ask it before I cut his dick and balls off. He thought he was getting lucky with a Goth Girl. I was the one that got lucky because John was a stupid fucker who cannot read social cues. If he thought he could fuck me with an “Excuse, me,” imagine what he would expect from some girl who smiled or actually said hello. This taboo phone sex bitch did the world a favor by castrating that mother fucker. Consider yourself warned. Do not mistake anything I do as wanting to fuck you. You are my accomplice or my victim.
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