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Castration Phone Sex is a Risk With Me Because I am a Sick Bitch

castration phone sexI was in a castration phone sex mood last night. That is not uncommon. Most men piss me off. They think because I have a pussy I will just be spread and ready for them. I am not a typical girl. If you have called me or met me out at a Goth bar, then you know fuck calls are not my thing. I need violence to get off. And don’t even think about it. No violence towards me. I am not your bitch or your whore. If I am going to cum, I need to hurt you. Now, sometimes that is just a cut or a stab. But sometimes, you die while fucking me. It is a risk you take having sex with a sadistic bitch. I am like a female praying mantis. They bite the heads off their male lovers after copulating. They get what they needed from the male species, kill the lover and move on. Now, I do not always kill a male lover, but when I do it is because some loser gets all sappy over me. I do not spoon. I do not do pillow talk either. I do not give a fuck about your day. I do not give a fuck about cuddling. Troy would not shut the fuck up after we fucked. He wanted to know what my dreams were and my astrological sign. He got to star in an impromptu snuff porn. Normally, I am not an impulsive killer. I plan and stalk my prey, so I do not get caught. But Troy was the most annoying mother fucker I ever fucked. If I went to jail, no better kill to send me there than that sappy ass loser. I cut his cock clean off and stuffed it in his mouth. I did not cauterize the wound. I let him bleed all over his bed. The kill had jilted lover all over it which was not exactly the case. This was not a revenge kill. This was a mercy killing. My mercy. If I had to hear him yap one more time, I was going to kill myself. Hey, consider yourself warned. I am a taboo phone sex bitch not a GFE.

Let’s Make Dead Mommy Pay!

Snuff PornI’ve always wanted to fuck a man on top of his cold dead mommy! I know you’ve been thinking of snuffing that bitch out, once and for all. She has always been a cunt to you and I know you’ve been planning your revenge for so long. I’ll watch as you strangle her and fuck her silly before you make the bitch beg. I’ll be playing with my cunt while you choke the life out of her and when she finally turns blue that will be our moment. We’ll climb on top of her and make her watch with her blank stare as you shove your cock in me. I’ll tell you to ride me harder while cold dead mommy gets crushed beneath us like she is our bed! What fun we’ll have while your mean old mommy rots away!

Killing Lust: The Kill

Murder phone sex fantasies

My little mouse lays her head down on a feathery-filled pillow every Tuesday night at around nine at night. Given my nights stalking and waiting I know that my soft delicate prey sleeps soundly. So unaware of the kitty with fangs just waiting, and tonight was the night. Blood rushed in my veins the moment I felt her body panic underneath me as she woke to me straddled on top of her. A sharp butcher knife in my left hand held up high, gleefully laughing as the little mouse tries to squirm free. Hitting, scratching, anything she could think of. Until I came down hard with a swift slice across her artery. The crimson droplets rained forward splashing me with a pleasant continuous splash for a few moments. As the blood trickled less I continued to hack until I felt satisfied with my work taking a single picture of my masterpiece. Careful to leave no sign of myself as I left. Wondering if her mangled body will make its way to my morgue.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite Way to Kill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my favorite. I am prone to violent tendencies.  A knife is my weapon of choice for many reasons. I have more control over a knife, and it takes skill to kill with one. Plus, you can do more things with a knife than a gun. You can stab, slice, gut, dismember, castrate, and slit throats with a knife and so much more. A gun has less variety. You shoot or pistol whip. No skill involved if you are in close range. Just aim and pull the trigger. Can you tell vanilla sex is not my thing. Vanilla is an ice cream flavor, not a type of sex, LOL. I was like Wednesday Adams as a schoolgirl. I wanted to play with knives not Barbie dolls. I never hurt animals like a typical sociopath. I do not think I am a sociopath. I just like to kill people. Not just any person, but folks who annoy the fuck out of me like mean girls, cock teases, tools, brats and shrimp dicks. I have always been full of killer phone sex fantasies. I have no set pattern other than I use a knife. I do not have a type I kill other than the fact that they have annoyed me in some way, but that is an indiscernible pattern to the authorities. I am never on anyone’s radar because I leave no trace. The bodies are never found because I will feed carcasses to the wildlife. They are bear shit or coyote shit and no one is testing the DNA in wild animal shit. I make a great accomplice because I can help you hunt and kill while keeping you off the radar of the authorities too. You just might have to modify some things like location and target to stay off that radar, but with me as your accomplice phone sex partner, I will help you have a satisfying surrogate kill.

Killing Lust: The Hunt

Home Invasion Phone Sex

The dark urge struck me the other night as it does when I can’t keep the boredom at bay. With only one corpse on hand at work, and just a boring one at that it was bound to happen. I stared at my utensils for what felt like hours imagining myself taking the tools and cutting them into flesh. Warm fresh flesh, where the blood flows freely and doesn’t dribble out slowly like black goo. I want the warm rich red liquid that replenishes itself as much as it can. Unable to shake the image, I started thinking of the woman I met at the last wake held upstairs. Runs a rug cleaning business out of her home, and it just so happens she gave me her business card. 

Seems like a silly thing to openly put your address on a business card, but it’s also in poor taste to be self-promoting at someone’s wake. Two mistakes she will be regretting very soon. As I turned off my cell and pulled out a local map. I’m not a rookie, I know not to leave a technology trail even if it means taking a few extra steps. I mapped out a route to her house, finished up my work for the evening, and set the course. Parking in the dark shade of trees in a good line of vision to watch her place. Observing her behaviors, and much to my delight confirmed my suspicions that she does live alone. I will keep watch on and off at night, this is not something I ever rush. But I do assure you by this time next week, she will be dead. *Grins*

Snuff Porn Saturday Nights with a Sadistic Bitch

snuff pornSaturday nights are for snuff porn. Well, with me, any night is. I will kill anyone any night of the week. But Saturday nights are prime hunting nights. Now that colleges are back in session, you can count on some annoying drunk coeds to piss me off enough that I must kill them. It is really community service when you think about it. I hate cock teases and there are no better cock teases than coeds. I was not in the mood to be fucked with last night. But this one blonde sorority cunt was all up in my face in a Goth bar. She did not belong. She was drunk and stumbled in trying to get guys to buy her booze. She was being a drunk bitch and the guys in the club were not into sorority girls. She assumed I was gay and was like you can buy me drinks and I will let you eat my pussy. Nope. I was not having anything to do with her and it was pissing her off. When she got in my face and told me I should be so lucky to eat her pussy, I had killer phone sex impulses right then. I kept my shit together until closing time. I followed her drunk ass until she stumbled into the park trying to cut through to the nearby campus was my guess. I had my knife with me because I always have it with me. I could make it look like a sexual assault or a robbery. I shanked the bitch. I made it quick because I did not plan this one out well enough to torture her for hours. I stabbed her in the right place to kill her with a slow bleed out. She fell to the ground paralyzed from the pain and bled out. I took her purse to make it look like a robbery. It was all over the news this morning, but it will just be another random act of violence to go unsolved. Nothing random about snuff sex for me. I kill the bitches who deserve to die.

I’m Afraid Of What Daddy Will Do Next!

Killer Phone SexI’m starting to worry about daddy’s violent fits of anger, I get so wet when I know he is going to force fuck me but I’m scared it will end with me getting snuffed! Daddy abuses me so often now I’ve actually started to enjoy the pain; daddy only hurts me harder when he knows I like it. I’m his perfect victim because I used to trust him so much, he was the best daddy in the world until I grew up and I tempted him with my hot little body and tight fuck holes. As soon as daddy fucked me and broke my nose everything changed, good daddy disappeared and became so dark and evil. All daddy cares about now is fucking my holes hard, making me pay for tempting him and making him a pervert for my young wet pussy.

So Sick Of Suffocation

Suffocation phone sex

 

I’ve got a couple of clients who love choking bitches out with a breathtaking round of suffocation phone sex, so I did what I do best and kidnapped some dumb cunt so they could have a little fun and I could make a little coin.  This shit’s getting too easy, I’m going to have to find a challenge for myself soon or else I’m going to go ballistic.  They love it, I mean just look at them.  They’re going at her like she’s the last steak on the buffet, but I’m just feeling pretty blah about it.

Yeah, sure the money’s great in snatching up a slut and selling strangle sessions to all of the sick and sadistic sex addicts that run in my circles, but it’s just getting to be so simple that it’s kind of boring me, now.  Stalk and creep on a fine fuck pig, hogtie her and throw her in the van, unload her dumb ass and dump her in my dungeon, call the crew, take their cash and let them get at it.

Of course I keep an eye on things while I go at my gash, but the thrill isn’t the same for me anymore.  Like watching a porn too many times, seeing a couple of hooded hornballs strangle and suffocate some random slut just isn’t doing it for my lady boner, these days.  I don’t know, I think I need to crank it up a notch.  Yeah, I’m going to have to just go in there and take things into my own hands.  I’m not giving any refunds, though.  Fuck that.

Am I going soft?  Do I actually feel bad for the bitch?  They cut off all her air, she doesn’t even know that dude’s big donkey dick is inside of her or see the other guy jerking off in her hair.  I don’t feel bad, she got herself into this position by not being careful.  I don’t feel anything.  Except for boredom.  The only thing that’ll get rid of this feeling is a bloodbath.  I just so happen to have three meat pumps ready to give me exactly what I need.  Like I said, no refunds.

 

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Require a Skilled Accomplice

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies run deep. I have always had homicidal urges, but I have never been able to control my urges. Luckily for me, I am a good planner. I know how to avoid getting caught. I can separate emotion from my need to kill. Most of my callers have not honed their urges yet and that is what will get them in trouble. You want to kill a young girl or anyone for that matter? You need me to tell you how to get away with murder. You need a stealth and patient accomplice. I have ice in my veins because I feel zero sympathy for any victim. We can be a victim, or we can be steely bitch like me. The choice is ours.  I have a new client with rape phone sex fantasies for super young girls. He told me he was not a killer though. It is easy to fool yourself like that. But if your need to fuck a tender age brat is that strong, then you can kill too. It becomes a matter of preservation. You cannot fuck a young piece of meat and expect her not to talk. I mean you cannot have taboo fun and leave any evidence. For the men who still cannot kill after my little self-preservation speech, I make them a deal. They pay me for the clean-up. They have their fun, and I keep them out of prison.

John paid me top dollar to clean up his mess this weekend. He acted on impulse with out consulting me. He drugged his daughter’s bestie and fucked her in his home destroying her pussy. No way she was not going to notice the blood bath between her legs and feel the pain. I had to charge him a much higher rate since I was not able to help him plan his perfect teen rape porn scenario. He paid me well and without complaint. I am worth it though. That little bitch was disposed of and all traces of her being in his house erased. I am sure he is still nervous, but I am a good cleaner. He got to have his fun and he will avoid prison if he never pisses me off. I own him for life now.

Broken Little Dolls

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

I want to tell you about the three new dolls of mine I have laid out on the slabs right now. Now I’m used to being sick, twisted, and an outright psychopath but let me tell you these girls were really put through the wringer. A shame the sick fuck didn’t offer to sell tickets me and a few friends of mine would have happily enjoyed the show. Whoever you are just now it’s my job to put them back together again, don’t worry though I’ll be enjoying your art every step of the way. From the precise cuts to the very steady and forceful stabs. My only real curious question, and do not take as a criticism I’ve done it myself but why only castrate one of them? Makes me curious if she was a bad girl. I wonder to capture her true charm while I fix her up if I should remember that she was a bad girl. Or maybe you were just experimenting…if so guess you didn’t enjoy it as much as me..unless she was the last one. She does seem fresher than the other two. I wonder if you are not done quite yet, will you be sending more dolls my way? Kind of exciting to think about, it’s like a love letter. You brutalize them, discard them…and they find their way to me to add my own artful twist too. That’s too romantic though, you had no way of knowing your victims would fall into my morgue. For now, I will chop it up to wishful thinking but should more come my way…I may have to stop and ponder the thought.