Taboo Phone Sex: Let’s Spread Christmas Fear Instead

Taboo phone sex calls can be your Christmas gift to yourself. I find that many men get filled with rage over the holidays just like me. And they need a creative outlet for all the anger. People act like fools this time of year. Fighting for the last toy or game for their brat. Or demanding expensive gifts from their partners. Although I am not a person who ever gets filled with Christas cheer, I still think folks should be nicer around the holidays. But that’s rarely the case. So, I assist with bringing Christmas fear instead.

Mark wanted his ex-wife dead. And I could see why. Not only does she milk him dry in alimony and brat support, but she keeps his brats away from him. He does not seem like a pervert daddy. Not a drunk or a druggy. Not abusive either. She’s just a bitch who likes to deny her husband his legal right to see his sons. And she started demanding a lot more money for Christmas shopping for the boys he cannot see too.

So, he needed me as his accomplice phone sex partner. Without the bitch in the picture, he saves thousands of dollars a month and he can see his sons. Normally, I would just kill her on my own, but he paid extra to help me kill her. He wanted to see the look on her face when she took her last breath. Since the police look at the husband, current or ex, anytime a woman dies, I provided him with an airtight alibi. But no body, no crime. And right now, she is bear shit.

I Spread Christmas Fear Not Christmas Cheer

We did not kill her in her home. We nabbed her on her way home from a date. Took her to my place. Dumped her car to look like a car hijack.  Back in my dungeon, her massacre began. And I only got one stab in. Mark took one of my knives and went Helter skelter on her. He must have stabbed her 100 times. But I am sure she died after the first couple thrusts of the blade in her stomach.

I would have enjoyed making her suffer longer, but Mark needed to let his rage out. By the time he finished, her blood and guts had sprayed all over my dungeon floor.  Too bad I did not film this one because this kill would have made for an excellent snuff porn. We dumped her bloody carcass in the woods for my animal friends to devour.

This bitch just disappeared. Kidnapped? Murdered? Ran away? No one will ever know what happened to the cunt but me and Mark, and now you. But you will not tell a soul.

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