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Knife Play Phone Sex Prolongs the Torture

knife play phone sexI choose knife play phone sex every time. You see, I consider myself a wicked butcher. Plus, the knife seems more versatile as a weapon and less traceable.  Even though, if I snuff someone, I never leave the body somewhere it can be found. Nature helps me dispose of human remains. People bury bodies and get caught. Do not bury a corpse. Leave it in a wooded area for coyotes, wolves and bears to eat. Trust me. They will eat it. It seems like resources are thinning for wild animals, so they appreciate the free meal.

Wild animals make great accomplices. Trust me. I know something about this. I try to offer the wildlife behind my home a sacrifice weekly. Sometimes, I have a busy week, and they get a few bodies. Oddly enough, Easter brought out more annoying folks than usual. I thought if they were religious, I would see more kindness in folks. But I saw people spouting Christianity but acting quite the opposite. So, I gave a few women like that blasphemy sex.

Nothing Worse Than a Hypocritical Mean Girl

One of the cunts I killed, told me Goth girls need Jesus. Called me a Satan worshiper when she rammed her cart into my cart at the grocery store. She looked angelic in a pretty church dress, but she spewed such garbage, I knew she needed to die. Normally, I plan my kills more, but I watched this woman harass most of the other folks in the store for one reason or another. Her death would be a favor to the world. I followed her home. And I watched her house for 6 hours to see she lived alone. No surprise there. Who wants to marry a cunt.

Her house seemed easy for me to break into. As I checked out her home, I grabbed a few of the crosses she had adorning the walls. I shoved one down her throat as I told her fuck her god. And I took another cross and rammed it up her cunt while praising Satan. I drugged her while she slept, then tied her up. She woke up when crosses impaled her body. Torture sex with crosses amused me. She bled as I fucked her to death. Ripped her flesh from her body with the crosses. Destroyed her girl parts. And disemboweled her too.

I did not even need my knives for cunt number one. Turns out with enough strength, a cross makes an excellent instrument to impale the flesh with. And it added a little irony. A so-called Christian died by the cross just like her dead god. I did not clean up the crime scene because I left no DNA.  But I did take her body with me and fed her to my wild animal accomplices. They had an Easter feast.      

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my favorite. I can do so many things with a knife, like slice you open or cut off your balls, or maybe even your dick. I do not mess around. I am a sadistic bitch. I must be nice to some of you because I was told I have an attitude problem. Duh. I do not play well with others. Most humans annoy the fuck out of me. I don’t flirt. I don’t do small talk. If I greet you on the phone or on a chat in a way that seems opposite of my looks or bio, it is because I want to keep my job. It has nothing to do with me liking you or wanting to fuck you. I am not a friendly chick. I am certainly not a flirty one either. John found out the hard way that me saying excuse me as I pushed him out of my way on the way to the restroom does not mean I liked him. The loser followed me into a single restroom because he thought “Excuse Me,” meant “Fuck me please.” I was not at work. I did not have to be nice. I could show him what a snuff sex addict I am. I always have a few knives strapped to my body because you never know when you might have to shank a bitch. John was that bitch. I have no clue his real name. He did not offer it up when he followed me into the bathroom. And I did not ask it before I cut his dick and balls off. He thought he was getting lucky with a Goth Girl. I was the one that got lucky because John was a stupid fucker who cannot read social cues. If he thought he could fuck me with an “Excuse, me,” imagine what he would expect from some girl who smiled or actually said hello. This taboo phone sex bitch did the world a favor by castrating that mother fucker. Consider yourself warned. Do not mistake anything I do as wanting to fuck you. You are my accomplice or my victim.

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.

Knife Play Phone Sex: A Blade Over Bullets Every Time

knife play phone sexI enjoy knife play phone sex calls. So much you can do with a knife. It is more versatile than a gun. It gives more pain too. A shot to the head or the heart, die quickly. Where is the fun in that? A knife can stab. It can cut. It can slice. It can dice. It can peel. It can chop. It can castrate. A gun can just shoot. Guns are traceable too. Any one can own a knife. Trust me. I know. I own a lot of knives. I use them for many things. I will stab a bitch in the gut and watch her bleed out slowly or I can stab her cunt and ruin her baby making plans. I will cut an artery and masturbate in the blood spurt. I will slice limbs off for amusement. I will dice up body parts and eat them for dinner like I am Annabel Lector lol. I can peel off skin to make things very painful for my victim. I can chop off whore tits and a bastard dick. And, I can castrate worthless balls. If I can chop off a cock, I can’t just leave the balls, right? A knife is a better playmate than a gun. Trust me, I know.