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Goth Teen Phone Sex Cutting

Goth teen phone sex

I’m sure you think that all goth teen phone sex sluts have razor thin scars and cuts all over their arms and legs from self harm and masturbatory mutilation, huh?  You think that every gloom and doom loving girl with a violently horrible home life can’t help but to hurt herself because it’s the only thing she knows, right?  That might be the case for a lot of these horrific phone whores, but not me.  I mean, I’m definitely a cutter, no doubt.  But you don’t think I’m going to slice myself up, do you?

Get real.  If I’m not doing a ritual or trying to freak someone the fuck out, I’m not cutting myself.  I’ve had enough pain and torture in my time, my price has long been paid.  I do love the feeling of slashing into skin and making tiny, bloody gashes everywhere, though.  Since I don’t dare tarnish my alabaster flesh with crazy little cuts and scratches, you know who I set my sights on when I feel like having a little cutting fit…  “Here, piggy-piggy-piggy.” 

Fuck pigs are great to use for taking out all kinds of aggression, you can do a lot with them.  They’re great to violently fuck, terrorize, abuse and snuff out, of course, but they also make for great canvases for any skin sketches you might need to get out of your mind.  The best is finding a goth teen fuck pig who kind of likes it, too.  Moans and screams sound great together.  After an intense round of torture sex with whoever, I like to carve out some lines or stars, write my name, shit like that.  “Please cut me” is always fun to cut into someone, it makes me laugh, like drawing “Wash Me” into the grime caked on a dirty car.  I don’t know, it’s basically like simple doodling to decompress from a crazy hectic day, only these drawings tend to be permanent.  As permanent as the fucky-piggy-fuck-fuck I’m using to create them, anyway.  We’ll just see where the cutting leads us.

 

 

Blasphemy Sex and Fucking Jesus with Satan’s Cock

Fucking Jesus’ God Damned cock and Hailing Satan is the greatest thing ever. Blasphemy sex is a righteous kind of sex with me. I had this loser stalker that thought Goth girls were the filthiest little whores and wanted to give me a taste of Christ by attempting to forcefully penetrate me against my will. Fat Mother Fucker God damned piece of shit Bible thumper Southern Baptist Bat Shit nut job got his dues.

My quick reflexes and street smarts put him in a hold as I flipped my tight little body around and held his fat ass down. A quick move and my blade was out and slicing that cock right from his fat greasy balls. I laughed as he screamed bloody fucking God help me bullshit bitch screams. I rubbed his blood on my body and while he still spurted I did a little stitching and rendering of that prick of his.

In moments I had a bloody red strap-on ready for some penetrating truth of his Christ fucking dreams. That’s right Bitch take Satan’s phallus like the fat bastard you are and spit in his face as I rape fantasied that ass into oblivion with the power and force of Satan infused within it. Conjuring demons into dick cuttings is a great Hobby of mine.

Blasphemy Sex

What Are You Thankful For?

Gothic phone sex

 

Of all the things you have to be thankful for, is gory, grimy, filth filled Gothic phone sex one of them?  Do you give thanks for all of the rainy, depression filled days and nightly dreams riddled with nightmarish visions of death and violence that plague your very being, or are you only grateful for the few fun filled, sunny days and magical moments of joy that trickle down through the tragic parts?  You know that you couldn’t have one without the other, right?  Have a seat, let’s talk real shit this Thanksgiving.  No turkey, no stuffing, no pumpkin-fucking-pie, I don’t even have a table for you.  Just you, me and some talk that might be a little hard for you to hear.  You need it, though.

I’m sure you’re appreciative of all of the dumb shit you have in your life: cars, house, family, status.  People love having that shit, how it makes them happy, I’ll never know.  What I want to know is do you give gratitude for the little, darker things in life that people usually don’t think about.  You know, the parts of life that some individuals are forced to reckon with that you might not necessarily think about because it hasn’t happened to you in your sheltered, pathetically unaware existence.  Not yet, anyway.  We’ll see how our talk goes and where this conversation takes us.

Of all things, I bet you’re most grateful for your loving family, huh?  Loving wife, attentive parents, maybe a rugrat or two running around?  Family is what makes holidays great, right?  You’re oh, so thankful for the clan in your kitchen cooking up a storm so that everyone can stuff their stupid faces and get fucking fat and watch stupid football and blah-blah-fucking-blah.  Isn’t that right?  Well, are you thankful for having a father who didn’t beat and abuse you and come into your room every night to have his way with your tiny little body?  And are you thankful that your mother never chained you down and whipped you with everything she could get her hands on and violated your virgin hole with random objects from around the house?  Do you give thanks to your parents for not using rape and torture as punishment when you were frowing up?  Maybe you should.

How about your closeted whore of a wife?  Are you going to thank her for not gaslighting you, taking all of your money and driving you completely fucking insane?  She could, you know.  You men are pretty trusting of the women you let into your lives.  Look at us talking now, for example.  Do you really think it’s smart to let a feminine force like me into your life when you obviously have so much to lose?  Not your smartest moment, I’m sure, but here we are.  Anyway, your cuntbag wife could just pack up your crotch goblins and all of your possessions and leave, one day.  You should tell her thanks for not being a complete psycho and taking you all out with some sort of poison or just flat out blowing all of your heads off with a shotgun.  I bet she’s thought about it.  

Never thought about being grateful like that, have you?  Grateful for all of the unfortunate things that haven’t happened to you that, very easily, could’ve.  And they still could, you never know.  Your mom might choke on a turkey bone and keel over at the table, stranger things have happened.  Your whole family might just die in a fiery car wreck while you’re all out driving around looking at Christmas lights.  If that’s your path, then so be it.  Or maybe, just maybe, the whole time I’ve had you here, distracted by both my bold, naked beauty and my wide open, rabbit hole of a mind, I sent a few friends over to your house to have some sadistic fun with your beloved family for Thanksgiving.  Hypothetically, if I did send some sordid baddies over to your place to eat all of your food, fuck your mom, wife and tots in front of your dad before they baste his brain with buckshot, would you be more thankful if I told my friends to let the rest of your family live or If I had them just take out everyone in the place?  Be honest.

 

Gothic phone sex

Gothic phone sex

Ever since I was old enough to know I’ve been Just plain disgusted by humanity and society. ASS FUCK THE WORLD. Knowing that nothing that someone else wanted was something I wanted. SUCK DICK AND DIE BITCH. Society would say I was clinically depressed These terms don’t make sense. TRICK YOU DON’T KNOW ME. When I finally got into my sexual points I prefer being cut burned or choked out. SLAP ME CHOKE ME PULL MY HAIR. Always being put in the wrong crowd. WANT TO DO SOME DRUGS? My mom’s boyfriends used to come and touch me when I was younger. I WILL KILL YOU WHEN I GET OLDER. This made it hard for me to get in they got into sex for a while, But when I did. FREAK YOU THE WEEK TIE ME UP AND GANGBANG ME.

Gothic phone sex

I’m going to do everything ACDC Was always in play. ANY AND EVERYONE CAN GET SOME. I always liked the edgy stuff. My sexuality was open and accessible. DRUG MEE, FIST ME, SPANK ME, AND SLICE ME UP. So when someone asks me about queening I was ready and willing Come on baby in this Gothic phone sex I can’t wait to see what you have in mind.

 

Haunted Willow

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I’m haunted by all of the spirits that got trapped in my house of horrors during all of the cum and blood filled rounds of torturous and treacherous gothic phone sex.  I can’t get away from them, they’re always around to make my life a living hell.  Probably because of the horribly sadistic and violent ways they died here in my happy home.  

I didn’t snuff out all of them, but I definitely facilitated their fucked up finale’s.  That’s enough to keep their focus on me for my foreseeable future and potentially the remainder of their afterlives.  I knew what I was getting into when I started living the way I do, there’s a lot of dark shit that goes along with my lifestyle.  I didn’t know I’d have so many pissed off ghosts literally living with me from it all, though.

In my opinion, all of the little fuck pigs that get fucked to death under my roof are lucky.  When you die, wouldn’t you love to go out while you’re getting banged?  A lot of my victims get to live out that fantasy.  Or die out that fantasy, as it were.  How many people get to take their final breaths while they’re being forced to have multiple orgasms?  Don’t all whores want to die while they’re cumming?

I’m not going to stop, these spunk covered specters don’t scare me.  They annoy me.  What are they going to do to me, they’re fucking dead.  I’m going to step up my witchcraft game and clear them out with my own will, just like I did with their lives.  In the meantime, I’ll keep adding more cum covered ghouls to the group.  

 

accomplice phone sex for him

accompliace phone sex

I have managed to get on my master’s good side. I know a bit of strategy is what it takes for him and him to get on the right page. The nastier and more perves I am for him, I endure anger.

Ever since I figured it out, I have begun to use this tidbit to my advantage. I won’t deny that it is too some fine-tooth combing to figure out how to approach the situation.

I am so glad I was able to make my master quite happy when I brought over my friend to use. It’s pretty easy to degrade that one she slept with the whole school. A little accomplice’s phone sex has gotten me into the mood to destroy for master.

Real Goth Teen Phone Sex Means Real Pain

Goth teen phone sex

 

All of these little goth teen phone sex bitches who think they have dark souls because they had a rough life need to get a fucking clue.  And I’m going to give it to them.  Those gloomy girls need something to cry about other than mommy and daddy not giving them as much attention as they’d like.  So, as it goes, I’m going to give them some attention that they’ll definitely hate to ensure that their dim outlook on the world is well founded and that the crocodile tears they love to cry are filled with pain.

Imprisonment works wonders for making a tragically gothic styled girlie feel the bleakness of their bland and boring daily lives.  I keep them locked up for a couple of days without any contact with anyone, even myself.  48 straight hours of solitude in a dim and dingy basement is living hell for a teen slut.  No texting, no social media, no parents to get into some weird, angsty fight with.  Just their completely naked, stripped down selves in an empty cell.

When I finally show up in their cold little prison, they always start crying and pleading with me to let them go.  Always.  I tell them that I will in due time but they aren’t ready to be released yet.  I’m not lying to them, I mean it.  I like the potential in them, they just need some help realizing it so they can live a truly melancholy life of gothic misery.  I want them out there in the world spreading their little bits of misery to everyone, but first, they have to learn their lesson.

When I strap them down, they fucking lose their shit.  Those mere moments of freedom between the cell and the Saint Andrew’s cross I lock them up on for proper torturing purposes gives them a glimmer of hope, but the iron shackles locked tight around their ankles and wrists rips it away instantly.  Sometimes they get violent and try to bite or headbutt me, it messes with them so much.  I get it, I don’t blame them a bit.  But I can’t be getting knocked out by some random slut’s oversized forehead or what have you, so I encase their cabeza’s in a big heavy skull mask.  Cools their jets instantly.

From there, I shove a fat black dildo that I attached to the end of an ax handle deep into their counterfeitly catastrophic cunts and take them through whippings and beatings with various tools and implements.  Wooden spoons and stinging nettles are a pretty fun flogging combo.  For me, anyway.  I’m also fond of taking handfuls of thumb tacks and throwing them at my captives as hard as I can.  Leaves really cool marks and sometimes I even get some to stick, it’s pretty fucking funny.

As promised, when I’m satisfied with my work and am certain that they’ll never forget the time they spent with me, I take them out to a completely random location and let them go.  What they do and where they go from there is up to them.  I like to think that they go on to spread real pain and suffering throughout the world instead of the fake as fuck, woe is me grim and gothic phone sex shit that they did in the past.  We’ll see.

 

The Best Blasphemer

Blasphemy phone sex

 

Do you know why I love blasphemy phone sex so fucking much?  It isn’t just because I get to recount all of the times I defiled a church with my mere presence or corrupted a clergy and made them fuck me in the sanctuary with someone who is just as willing to sin and as morally tainted as I am, though I do love those sacrilegiously sordid trips down memory lane.  Sometimes they can make my callers a little squeamish, though.  No, I love to take blasphemy calls because I get to talk with folks who think that, because I live a dark and dangerous lifestyle, I don’t have a close and personal relationship with the lord.

It’s really funny when I get asked if I fear God’s wrath and worry about burning in hell for all of eternity.  That ill-thought out question always makes me laugh.  Nevermind the fact that there are hypocrites in every house of worship who live a life of rape or incest or murder while hiding it all under a pious mask of false purity while I uncompromisingly show the world who I am, only hiding enough to stay out of trouble and avoid the laws of man.  Pretty sure that, in God’s eyes, I’m better than all of those people any of my fanatically religious callers associate with.  

Here’s what they don’t understand…  If God created everything with some sort of master plan in mind and doesn’t make any mistakes, then there’s a reason for all of us to be here.  Most of those assholes hate gay people and think they need to die or dislike people who follow other religions and will call for their heads on a pike before actually taking the time to understand them.

Here’s a tip for any of you geniuses who might be reading this now; everyone who prays to a single god is praying to the same god no matter what name they call it.  Don’t take things so literally, especially if they were written hundreds to thousands of years ago.  How much do you think people knew about the world back then?  I’m sure they didn’t realize that homosexuality exists in multiple animal species, not just humans.  Personally, I think it’s just nature’s much needed population control, alongside natural disasters and murder.  That last part is where people like myself fit into the mix.

Go ahead and test me if you want.  The last unchristlike christian bitch who questioned me got a little more than an earful, she got stripped, whipped, fucked and crucified then left to bleed out in the middle of a little baptist church.  I even made her a crown of thorns so she could feel what it’s like to be a true martyr instead of just a self important fuck pig with false faith and a personality to match.  

 

Bloody Fantasies

Evil Phone Sex Sin

You have been such a naughty man, punishing those little sluts without me using all my chains and knives like you own them. Now it’s my turn to torture you, how I love watching you moan and groan- I have yet to make you scream. Oh darling I know you don’t understand how I have strapped you up with those arms so tight above your head and that heavy weight holding your hard cock down. But it’s satisfying to me knowing you can’t get yourself out ahahah! Placing those hooks deep into the skin of your thighs so I can tug and lift your legs as I please getting ready to rape you with this big black cock strap on makes me so fucking excited. I know that weight pulling on your hard cock as you get lifted in the air is going to make those balls feel like they are getting torn off and that’s exactly what I need babe. I want to rip your cock clean off while the rest of your skin gets peeled and that ass gets stretched out as you beg for fucking mercy.

Gothic Phone Sex Fantasies are Super Hot for Me as the Accomplice Too

gothic phone sexGothic phone sex fantasies are super hot to me. I love vampires, zombies and monsters in general. If I had my pick, vampires are the hottest of the supernatural creatures we see in movies. I think of the hot vampire in Fright Night or the gorgeous blood suckers in True Blood or the Vampire Diaries. I get monster type calls periodically and when I get to chose how I die, I go with the sexy vampire. Why would I not? Of course, I know they do not look as good in their undead form but while walking at night looking for blonde bimbos to feast on, they are often hot as fuck like Eric from True Blood. I had a caller earlier in the week who usually kills me rather violently during our fantasy phone sex calls. He let me pick this time how to die, so I suggested he be a Gothic blood sucker. He liked the idea of eternal life and turning a bunch of sexy bitches into his eternal sex slaves. It was a hot roleplay, more romantic but with plenty of violence and gore to turn me on. I am a pain slut. My sexy vampire made me his head sex slave which meant I had to lure him some young things to turn. When you get the vampire’s kiss, you stay the way you are forever. He likes pretty young things. I am pretty but not so young, so I lured some barely teenage girls to his house to party. I lead them to their slaughter, their blood bath. It works for me too because then I have young cute sex slaves to worship my dead cunt. I love being an accomplice phone sex partner to the dead and the living. What kind of fantasy can we do and who can we kill?