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.
Fantasy phone sex lines like mine let you explore your dark side. There is nothing illegal about our thoughts. I love talking to perverts who like naturally bald pussies. I talked to a guy late last night who was driving around in his car peeking into people’s windows. He had some wicked home invasion fantasies that got my pussy wet thinking about being his accomplice. He went by this one house with a huge bay window. He could see the family in the living room. He described an idyllic family, like something straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting. When I was a little girl, I always wished I had that kind of family. He described a pretty mom with a handsome husband and what appeared to be fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. They were likely still school age. He parked across the side of the road and called me for a home invasion phone sex fantasy while he jacked off watching the family he was fantasizing about. That really turned me on. We pretended that I was with him. It was dark, but it was early still. We pretended that the family he was jacking off to was asleep. We broke in through the basement door. My partner shot the husband. His blood and brain matter splattered on his wife who was now screaming. I dragged her out of bed and ripped her clothes off her body. I shoved her dirty panties in her mouth to muffle her cries. I tied her up so my partner could fuck her. I went and got the brats. I tied them up, but after I stripped them naked. We were going to explore our rape phone sex fantasies for those young teens. My partner fucked the wife, then he came to help me fuck the son and the daughter. It was a hot fantasy. And knowing that he was outside their home watching them and jacking his cock in his car made our role play even hotter.
