Strangulation phone sex is one fantasy that I really love, for more than one reason! For example, I love the idea of someone strangling me. I have adored breath play since I first started participating in BDSM-type scenes, and strangling is my favorite method of doing breath play.
Secondly, I also like the idea of strangling another person. As I have mentioned a couple of times before, my personal snuff item is a garrote. I love the idea of sitting behind a girl who is lying on her back with her head in my lap. I grab her neck with the garrote and just pull it behind her head, strangling her off in the process. This can go on for as long or as short as I want. I can do it all in one fell swoop, or I can stop, give her a chance to breathe, then go back to strangling her again! It’s awesome, really.
How do you feel about strangulation fantasies? Is that what floats your boat, or do you prefer something a little different?
Tag: killer phone sex
Strangulation Phone Sex: A Perennial Favorite
Accomplice Phone Sex is Therapeutic
Accomplice phone sex calls will be on the rise in 2025 I predict. As folks stress about the cost of living, they need a creative outlet for their frustration and fear. But for some folks to get up the nerve to take out all their rage, they need a seasoned pro like me. Perhaps, you could call me a mercenary. I am a gun for hire. However, I never use a gun.
I am more of a knife girl. In fact, I have never owned a gun. For protection, I always have a knife or two strapped to my body. And in case of a home invasion, I have knives hidden all over the house. Plus, I keep my favorite knife under my pillow as I sleep. Much harder to find the culprit of a violent crime when the murder weapon appears to be a knife wound. Police can check for gunpowder residue. They can match bullets to where they were purchased.
If you want to kill someone, knife play phone sex just seems a better and safer option. Plus, a knife death takes skill. However, killing with a gun just takes good aim. A knife can torture your victim better too. And I am a firm believer that if you want to take a ride on the dark side, make it last. We can savor our kill much more when we prolong the death. Thus, providing a more therapeutic experience for the killer.
To Kill Requires Control and Skill and That Can Be Learned
And I am all about therapeutic kills. Work out the rage on a young body. Or anybody, as long as it is not my body, LOL. I would kill an accomplice who even looked at me wrong. But folks who hire this sadistic bitch for a snuff sex kill need my expertise to not get caught. You need impulse control to get out your rage and most people lack the impulse control to safely act alone.
And I know from experience a rage kill requires help. My grandpa cleaned up my first kill when I was a schoolgirl. And he trained me how to harness my rage and kill undetected. Now, I pass that knowledge on to men like you, for a fee of course.
Sinful Seductions: Embracing the Dark Side of Phone Sex
Hey, you sick fucks! Let’s explore the depths of darkness in the kinkiest ways possible. I’m talking evil, blasphemous, and downright killer phone sex.
Your darkest desires take shape as I, your sinful seductress, guide you through the shadows. No taboo is off the table. From twisted fantasies to devilish delights, I’m here to make your fucked-up dreams come true.You feel the rush of power as you indulge in blasphemy, reveling in the forbidden. And if you’ve got a taste for the macabre, I’ll tease your darkest thoughts, letting you live out your killer instincts, one fantasy at a time.
This ain’t for the faint of heart or the weak-minded. It’s raw, it’s extreme, and it’s designed to push boundaries. So, if you’re down for a sinful ride, come join me. Let’s embrace the darkness and make some fucked-up memories.
Wanna put me on a Milk Cartoon in Kidnapping Phone Sex?
You stand there horrified. Anger. Rage. Lose. She was supposed to be the one. Right?
Nope. That bitch that you fucked for years? Had a relationship with? All those dreams dashed when you found her in the bed of some rando. Glugging on his cock like a chicken peckin on a worm to eat.
Snapped. That’s what it is.
Dude is already dead. You dispatched him pretty quickly with a click click boom. Make his a quick one too. Right in the middle of the dome. Pink mist.
The perfect shot.
Now, this bitch before you. Crying and pleading saying “It’s not what it looks like”, or “It didn’t mean anything”. You realize that you should give her what she wants. Being nailed hard and long.
You grab her by the face, look into the beautiful doe eyes. And then slowly push her head towards your cock. She just starts sucking with fervor, telling you that this is the only meat she wants in her face from now on. She’ll never do it again.
You know she’ll never do it again. And you’ll make damn sure too. Because as she keeps sucking on that dong of yours, you put your own piece to her head.
Boom.
You still think about that night all those months ago… and still think her face looks really cute in those missing person posters.
Home invasion phone sex wear the red suit.
Home invasion phone sex wear the red suit. Dripping and soaked in blood. Big black boots. White pristine gloves. This time of year, breaking in, stealing them blind. It will not be noticed. Just like home alone. All the people are gone. Now we find the loot, take possession. Anyone left…oops be the bloody killer you want to be.
The red suit will soak up the blood. Home invasions are a great way to kill someone, cut them up, suffocate them, at the same time get your dick wet. Now I know as the misses in the house the cunt will be dripping. Right alongside of you going to help your soak all in.
Have that Killer phone sex with your whore. Edging you. Santa Claus is perhaps an elf. In some places called good old St. Nick. Dropping to my knees sucking your cock while you are strangling some little brat that is on good list to death.
Feel the hardness as you wrap your hands around that scrawny neck. Squeeze with all you might. The saying might be Momma had a brat, and the head popped off but I do believe it good old St. Nick came a calling and a bloody massacre happened in the home invasion. It’s a killer time of the year.
Fuck my cold body in Necrophilia Phone Sex
For my Necrophilia Phone Sex, I draw my inspiration from some of the newer horror movies that have come out. Not the scary parts, but there are a few that have these dudes just boinking the shit out of these “dead” girls. Always wanted to know what it was like.
Just me, completely “lifeless” on the table. You just come up and start caressing my tits, realizing I’m not really dead. Just can’t move. And I know this excites you more. The bulge gives it away.
And of course, fuck foreplay? Why when you can just stick your fuck stick in the hole of your choice, and let whatever fluids accumulate be your lube. No matter what it is.
However, it’s the fear in my eyes because I am conscious of what’s happening. Well, at least for now. Because witnesses talk, right?
Doesn’t mean you’ll stop having your way with my holes though. You got at least a few hours before body temp starts to drop. That’s plenty of time to even carve out some holes for yourself.
Snuff Phone Sex: Giving My Life To Please
Snuff phone sex is a fantasy that never ceases to make my pussy wet as fuck. As you probably already know, I love being submissive, and what is more submissive to another person’s will than giving your entire life to please them, in the most literal manner possible? Nothing that I can think of is more submissive, anyway!
It would start out like a normal day. You’d come to me for some bondage sex and a nice blowjob. I’d give it to you like the good girl that I am. You’d be so pleased that you’d even tell me what a good girl I am for Daddy.
Then, as you have me tied down, spread-eagled, to the bed, you’d wrap your hands around my collar as you start to fuck me. The pressure would slowly, slowly get stronger and stronger. I wouldn’t notice at first because I’m used to having your hands on my throat, and I’d be so caught up in the ecstasy of you fucking me. But eventually, it would get hard to breathe, and I wouldn’t be able to overlook it.
When my vision starts graying out, I’ll realize exactly what’s going on. Then, as darkness descends, and your orgasm starts, the death throes of my body will send you into heights of pleasure you’ve never known before!
Fuck me while I play with my knives
Knife play phone sex. I take pride on my massive collection of knives. I have so many I’ve lost count. I love to throw them in the back as well as practice on my victims when we play. I don’t like ending my men after a good fuck, I just want a little taste. The fear in your face turns me on, I get so fucking wet when I bust out my machete. “What’s your plan with that?” they always ask.
Tonight I’m playing with you. Don’t be scared. Your cock get’s hard when I dress up in my little devil outfit. I love prancing around you as it grows, bending over showing you my cute little ass. You can’t take it and grab me by my hips and sit me down on your lap. I slowly slip my tight little wet pussy on top of you and start swirling and grinding. I can feel your girth expanding deep inside me.
It’s the perfect time to bring out my 12 inch knife. Don’t stop fucking me or else. I run it down your arm as you’re bouncing me on your lap, my wet pussy wrapped around your cock, trapping you. You can’t feel the blood oozing as I lick it up, spreading it all over my tits. Mmmm you taste delicious, I promise not to kill. The fear in your eyes makes me cum. I can’t handle it!
Killer on the hunt to fuck young pussy.
Killer phone sex. Your motive is blood and cum. You move fast and it’s always at night. You break into homes in search for young hot fresh pussy and it never ends well. You violate women with your rape fantasies tearing their cunts wide open using various weapons with thick girth like a fat cock. It’s those young ladies with those fresh little bald pussy’s that cry and whimper the most when you stick items up their cunt. They make the perfect meat dish, they smell so sweet you have to eat it.
You wake them up in their sleep. Before she’s even able to scream you grab her neck choking the fuck out of her. Force her down, tear her clothes off and spread her legs. Tonight you have a gun which you ram up her snatch. She’s torn and cut open but your weapon is soaked. You pull it out and it tastes like candy, shove it in her mouth and make her lick her own sweet tea. Poor girl never had a fight chance…
Sex with Dead Bodies that I created
Just got back from the graveyard. My ex was left there though. Gonna miss his dick…
Well, he had to be there. He’s dead. Buried him there with another dude, as the hole was already dug.
But that’s not what you wanna hear. You wanna know why. Why is he there? And what happened?
So we had a kink of going to graveyards and fucking. Kind of a role play that involved sex with dead bodies. Except this time, it was for real. As I wanted to penetrate him with my own blade this time.
Started out like any normal time. He was laying on top of a grave site, pretending to be “dead”. With the most massive of hard ons ever as well. Practically pitching a tent with his cock.
I “find” this as I’m walking through the graveyard to “visit my long lost love”. Only to find this perfect specimen that I really want to have inside of me. To which I do oblige. And proceed to fuck him while he lay there, motionless.
Up until I drove the knife into his chest. That’s about the time I got some fight out of him. Also the look of disbelief that I would actually fucking kill him.
Of course I would. Does he not know me?
After a few more stabs of my knife, he lay motionless again. But still hard as fuck. So I took the opportunity to really get my itch scratched. And rode him like a Shetland Pony into rigor.
I did fuck him a few more times before rolling his carcass into an open grave. Should be happy he was at least getting a burial in a graveyard anways…