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Twisted Barbie

Gothic phone sex

I’m really digging the blonde hair and big boobs. I’m not your average bimbo. I’m actually pretty articulate and intelligent. I have done some killer things that I, of course, am proud of because I have gotten away with it and continue doing so.

Recently I got into quite an altercation with a guy I have been dating. He loves my new look but wants to be all macho and dominate me. That right there is mistake number one. I’m a twisted barbie, and I won’t ever let a guy dominate me. I can be your accomplice, but you shall not fuck me over. I’m okay with some gothic phone sex and some bondage here and there, but to try and make me a filthy obedient slut, you are barking up the wrong tree.

After hours of him trying to make me submit to him fucking me and choking me, I finally gave in with a twist, of course. I let him fuck my ass only if I could fuck his, he wasn’t too keen on it, but I got him all fucked up and did so. I went ahead and used my special strap with blades and laughed at his pain. That’s what he gets for trying to turn me into a subby slut.

Give it your best shot

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I’m bored and up for a challenge. Even though I am quite the dominant deviant, why not try to make me a subby slut?

I want to see if you can do it? Think you can really put me at your feet and show me that I am as worthless as the victims on here?

Can you truly make me a crying little snuff slut? I have tough skin and would usually laugh at guys that tried to inflict pain on me, but hey, I am feeling adventurous so let try. Any other day I would be down for only accomplice phone sex where I would be your helper, but tonight I want to be the one in pain. I want you to beat the shit out of me and spit on me and piss on me! Try to make me beg for mercy!!!

Give it your best shot. I’m waiting and willing to take it to any place you want. 

St. Patrick’s die

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Usually, St. Patrick’s day is a great holiday to go out and about and get drunk and find the perfect victim. This year with the whole covid restrictions, it’s a bit harder, but it doesn’t mean I can’t think about the past years where I have had my fun turning whores into bloody punching bags. A few years back, I took my bloody phone sex fantasies and turned them into reality. It was st. Patrick’s day and I got really lucky scouting the victim that fit the bill to a T. I saw this preppy blonde chick making googly eyes at my boyfriend. I played the game well and let her join us for some green cream. 

I watched as she got all handsy and flirted nonstop. You can say I was green with envy, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from fucking her up. After I put some nice sedatives in her drink, we both watched her drink till it was gone and immediately offered her to come to our place. As we got home, she was ready to knock out, and the fun then began. I let my boyfriend fuck her, and I went ahead and smothered her and sliced her throat till it was all bloody. It is hard to top that st—Patrick’s day. 

Gothic Phone Sex Castration

gothic phone sexGothic phone sex fantasies are making a comeback. Horror, death, and romance make a great fantasy trio. I am a Goth girl. I am dark and brooding like some male protagonist in a Gothic novel. I think more like a man, except when I am wielding my knife under a pair of nuts. There is this old castle on the outskirts of town. It has a unique history and is rumored to be haunted. The guy that bought the castle is turning it into a bread and breakfast, but before he does, he offered a night in the castle to ghost hunters and horror fans. I was in. I paid for my night, along with thirty others. I brought my knife. I ain’t afraid of no ghost. Fuck, I am not afraid of anything. I was ready for what ever scares they had coming my way. This loser would not leave me alone. Some rich bastard with a hardon for Goth girls like me. The castle had no power yet. We each had a lantern with a low light as we navigated the huge castle. We were locked in for the night. We surrendered our phones when we entered. Sadly, I busted no ghosts. I did, however, bust some loser’s nuts just like I do on a castration phone sex call. This guy would not leave me alone, so I castrated him in a dark, damp castle. I had no soldering pen to stop the bleeding. I used my hair tie as a castration band to show I had some humanity. The castle was so vast, no one heard his screams. I knew if they did, the other 28 folks would think it was sound effects of a haunted house. I could have killed him. I should have killed him because it would have added to the mystery around this ancient Gothic castle, but I would have been a suspect. I decided to just castrate him and rob him of his horny desires. Men rarely report when a woman assaults them. He was bleeding and in pain, but he would survive. He can always say a vengeful spirit ripped his balls clean off and people will believe him.

Pussy Slayer

Snuff PornI could feel him pulling me across the room with his eyes.

The music was loud and the club was crowded.

His hypnotic eyes seduced me and held mine as I floated through the crowd.

His arms wrapped around me tight as if I would try to escape and his body, pressed so hard against mine, started to sway to a sinister song that only we heard.

The sharp blade of his knife pierced my stomach and the jolt of my body mimicked the other dancers in the crowd.

His tight grip held me up as he repeatedly plunged the knife into my gut!

I must of appeared to be a drunk girl that he was helping off the dance floor as he held my limp body and pulled me into the alley.

“Tell me you love me!’, he commanded as he slowly kissed my dying body and forced his swollen cock in my tight cunt!

His hard cock was powerful and as the warm juices began to rush to my smooth velvet lips, and I suddenly realized that I was not afraid of dying!

The only fear I had was that I may never feel this intense frenzy of lust as my body succumbed to his desires!

My pussy started exploding…a mass eruption of squirting cum blast from deep inside me as I rose my hips to meet his pelvic shattering thrusts!

It was only then that I saw his cock in his hand and the cum start to splatter my bloody body as he choked the seed from it’s bulging purple head!

The intense thrusting continued to penetrate my body and I looked down to see he had not been fucking me with his cock at all!

As he pulled the bloody knife out of my shredded cunt and held it high in the air, I looked into his eyes, and with my last breath, I softly whispered, “I love you”, before the final plunge of his hard steely blade skewered my….

Snuff Sex is what I love

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I tried to be all prim and proper, but in reality, I’m a wicked slut. I love snuff sex, and that’s the only thing I want. I am not into guys being all sweet and loving. I want rough sex and love pain and pleasure. It goes hand in hand with me. I want to feel you rip my holes up and stuff me deep. I can’t get enough of torture and inflicting pain. I want to dedicate my time to finding the perfect girl and snuffing her out with my lover. I like using girls. I am notorious for befriending them and turning on them for my pleasure. I want to strike when they least expect it and show them I’m a dominant boss bitch that will fuck them and have them crying in agony. I love to use fire and burn their pretty faces off while my sadistic helper watches and strokes his erected cock. The screams and pleads make addicted to more.

 

Cannibalism Phone Sex

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex is so delicious. This is the perfect time to hunt for your next meal too. Folks still have their winter weight on them. Personally, I love it when a meal is pleasantly plump. Not too fat, not too skinny. I am a skilled hunter. I can look at my potential dinner and know how he or she will taste. Personally, I like my meat natural. No tattoos. No hair dies. No fake tits. A meal tastes better free of dies and preservatives. Once I eye my meal, I like a hunt. Makes the kill more satisfying. I have a meal waiting for me as I type. Female, young flesh. Tender like veal. She is in a cage in my basement drying out. She is not old enough to drink, but she stumbled out of some party too drunk to drive, so I pretended to be her Uber driver. There was not much hunt with this one. It was more luck. I was in the right place at the right time. And I was hungry. I was high and driving around not knowing what I wanted to eat, and she made my tummy rumble. I do not like fermented meat, so she is drying out. I have prepared a bourbon glaze with honey and butter that will mask any residual vodka taste. I have a big pan with chopped veggies and water to prepare her in too. She will take a good day to cook. She is a 140lb bird. She is going to be tasty, however. Very juicy and succulent.  It will be hard not to snack before she is done cooking, but I do not want to ruin my appetite. I will feast for a year on just one little bird. That is unless you want to join me in a meal.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Christmas

cannibalism phone sexI had a cannibalism phone sex meal for Christmas. Jealous? I captured my holiday meal a few weeks ago. I found a young teen girl. Those young girls taste better than veal. Sometimes, the younger girls are the tastiest. That is because they do not have tattoos or body piercings yet. They definitely do not have Botox or anything fake in their bodies like saline bags for tits yet. That is the problem with kidnapping an older woman for a meal nowadays. You are what you eat. I do not want to eat botulism, neuro toxins or plastic, yet most girls over 21 have something like that in their bodies. This girl was all natural. Her natural hair color, the boobs she was born with and nothing injected into her face. She was easy to take too. I snatched her up in a crowded mall and no one came looking for her. Well, they did not come looking for her in my basement. I am sure they looked in the basements of all the registered sex offenders in my community though. There is no evidence of the girl I kidnapped. I am smarter than Jeffrey Dahmer. I do not play with my food either. I took this girl and I fattened her up, so she would be succulent come Christmas. I also seasoned her to perfection. I basted her the day before so her skin would be tender. Seasoning is always the key to a perfect meal. I cooked her for hours. I had to use a huge pan. I put in some mushrooms, carrots and baby potatoes. Just like a pot roast. A very special pot roast fit for a taboo phone sex queen. I had a few friends over to eat. Friends with the same acquired taste for flesh that I have. I sent them home with leftovers in Tupperware containers. I ground the bones up this morning and mixed it into some raw hamburger meat and it fed to the coyotes. I am afraid there is nothing left of that girl. At least nothing left that that will ever be found because when I hunt of a meal, I use all my catch.

Dinner Date Dine and Slash

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It was a Dine and Slash kind of Holiday. I had a dinner date with an old friend for Thanksgiving. It was with his family. I really don’t get along with the suburbia family fuck feasts of annoyances. I hate family, and why I killed off my own eons ago. We don’t talk about the ‘rents. I did not kill my sister though but she is out of the country. I have just broken up with my boyfriend and this old friend stopped by. WE had some good times in school ducking classes, smoking pot, dropping acid and creating havoc. We always snuck out at night to cause more havoc and play in the cemetery. It was with him that I dug my first fresh corpse up to fuck. But that was years ago.

He is a very gay sadistic. We have so much fun together. He invited me to his lovers family home so we can create our old school kind of fun… His lover would not be there. In fact we weren’t exactly invited. He was sick of the fucking wanks always upsetting his lover with their overly narrow and religious views. We showed up as though we were old friends and pushed our way in the home. The feast was great, we helped ourselves as the family was detained and forced to watch us enjoy their feast. The wine flowed but so did the blood. Carving knives are wonderful for carving more than a turkey. I rather enjoyed slicing up some human. I slit throats, arteries and cocks. We really enjoyed it and I enjoyed fucking the father. He was a minister and I have a very unholy affliction for priests. I fucked his throbbing cock before the slashing began. My friend fucked their turkey full of spunk. We cut the holy mans prick off and prepared it in some oil and garlic and enjoyed sharing it before dousing the home in fire and dashing on down the road, covered in blood.

 

Gothic Phone Sex Fantasies: I Wanna Be a Vampire

gothic phone sexGothic phone sex means you are looking for darker fantasies like perhaps a sexy vampire fantasy. I am not a vanilla girl. I like dark fantasies. I am obsessed with vampires and monsters I prefer Dracula over the Notebook. Vampires are so damn sexy. I think of the vampire in Fright Night, Interview with a Vampire and all the sexy blood suckers in the True Blood series. I like to watch snuff flicks and horror films. I want to see blood. I want to see blonde bimbos like me running around getting mutilated and tortured. Sometimes finding a really hot snuff porn is difficult. Some movies look so staged with fake blood. That is why I am here, asking you to make a real snuff film with me. I guess I have a death wish. You just need a bitch like me who is willing to die for you. I think my ultimate fantasy is to become a member of the undead. A sexy vampire has his way with me. I got to thinking last night about filming vampire sex. Would you even see him on film? Or would I be getting fucked and abused by an unseen force? Either way, having a sexy vampire turn me, gets my shaved pussy wet. I would be a hot vampire like one out of an Ann Rice novel. Even if a vampire fantasy is not your thing, I promise you that I am good victim. You can kill me any way that makes you cum.