Killer phone sex fantasies consume more men nowadays. I know because I hear their murderous fantasies daily. I even help role play some of those dark fantasies too. In my real life, I do not blurt out my killer experiences or fantasies to just anyone. A few men know my dark experiences, but that is only because they have even darker ones.
I have known Marcus since I was 18 years old. Almost 20 years of friendship means I am in his inner circle. He had a problem and he called me for help. He picked this young whore up on the streets. Paid her a few hundred bucks for rough sex. Marcus drank too much, and his demon side came out. He enjoys choking bitches. I know. He choked me once too hard, and he had to resuscitate me back to life.
I almost died. I owe him my life. Of course, I flew out the door to help him with his snuff sex problem. He killed the girl accidentally. Choked her too hard and could not revive her. Luckily for him, I am an expert accomplice. I know how to get rid of a body. Unlike me, Marcus is a normal man with a normal job and a normal family. He just enjoys his whiskey and that opens his dark side.
I Take You Down a Dark Rabbit Hole
Are you like that? I enjoy men who party to unleash their inner demon. In fact, I encourage it. Yes, I am that nasty. Rabbit holes need the right accomplice for the journey down. I told Marcus I would protect him. And I did. I chopped up the dead whore into tiny pieces of meat. I know a man who pays premium prices for this kind of meat. This guy makes Hannibal Lector look like a Disney character. I once watched him eat girl tartate. If you do not know, that means I watched him eat a young girl while she was still alive.
He scares me, unlike Marcus. But his money spends well. I cut Marcus’s whore into little cutlets. However, I made a mess. Carving up beef is never neat and tidy. Marcus thanked me profusely. He thought I just carved her up to feed her to local wildlife. Nope. I carved her up for a cannibalism phone sex lover. I helped two men with their dark needs with one little whore. That makes me a great accomplice.
You have me completely under your spell. I will do whatever you say. You’ve mutilated my body, cutting me with knives and completely scarring my body, leaving me a scarred mess. You’ve fantasy raped me multiple times until my pussy bled and I couldn’t scream or cry any more. My head is completely fucked, but fucked in your favor. You need someone to lure men in with my pretty face. They drive me back to your place. I invite them inside, revealing my fucked up body. By the time they step back in horror, it is too late. You tie them up to your operating table, numbing them but allowing them to watch as you castrate them, making them completely impotent. Your power only grows stronger the more you castrate and consume them, which now allows you to fantasy rape the men you really want. I stay by your side, ready to slice his throat so he can never tell about how you humiliated him.
