Snuff sex is the only sex for me. And the best sex ever. Men yap too much when fucking. Plus, they try to cuddle and spoon with me even though I do not give off those vibes at all. I have needs like most women. Well maybe not like most women. I am not looking for a romantic partner. And I do not need sex as often as the average person. That’s because I get sexual fulfillment through killing.
Sometimes, I pick up a man just to kill him. And I did that last night. Found the least annoying man in the bar and took him home. He got more than he bargained for with me. Consider me a praying mantis of sorts. The females bite the heads off the men once they copulate. And I kill a man after sex. But last night I killed him while we were fucking. I went from fucking a guy to having sex with dead bodies.
I’m a Black Widow of Sorts. I Often Kill My Sex Partners
Although I did not plan on killing him while we fucked, he just got too annoying to let him live. Sort of like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct but instead of an ice pick, I keep a big knife under the mattress. So, the moment he started yapping about how he could fall in love with me, I knew he must die. I cannot tolerate that sappy talk. He meant nothing to me. I used him to get off. I killed him. Slit his throat. As his blood spurted all over my body, I continued to ride his dead cock. The dick stays erect for about 30 minutes post mortem.
He got me off. But he lost his life for my sexual gratification. I warned him. So don’t feel sorry for him. He died for a good cause. I rubbed his blood all over me as I came on his dead dick. And I had a hell of a time. Sure, it got messy, but I had a killer phone sex time.