I am a taboo phone sex queen. I say that because I mean it. I am always looking for creative ways to kill or creative ways to die. I am a sexy switch, after all. I was at this dive bar last night. I was minding my own business. I was just there to unwind. I had a few drinks, shot a few rounds of pool with guys in the bar too. I was smoking. Technically, we are not supposed to smoke in any bar in my state, but this bar owner is not a stickler for rules. I have fucked men on the pool table in his place and I have poured drinks in the guys’ mouths while naked on top of his bar like I was working in some XXX Coyote Ugly bar. Hell, I have filmed a gangbang rape porn on the pool table in this bar before. This one prick last night was complaining about me smoking. He was a little mommy’s boy who cries about everything. I had to stop smoking because this little prick was threatening to file a complaint. I did not want my friends’ bar to get fined or shut down, so I put out the cigarette like Sandy in Grease. I blew smoke in his face, then tossed the cigarette on the floor right in front of him and stepped on it. This was a prick who needed put in his place. I followed him home. I conned my way into his crappy little apartment. He thought I wanted to fuck him. No way he had a dick big enough to satisfy me. I had something more nefarious in mind. I convinced him to let me tie him to his bed. I castrated him. Castration phone sex is not my specialty, but this little loser needed to understand balls are for men. Not pansy ass snitches. Snitches get stitches. In this case though snitches get castrated. I left him bleeding in his bed. I did untie him and forced a ton of liquor down his throat. He will think twice now about meddling where he does not belong.
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