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Knife Play Phone Sex is My Specialty So Don’t Try to Fuck Me, Loser

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my specialty. Yet every day I get several idiots calling me for vanilla shit like the girlfriend experience. Some men even want me to be their mommy. Do I look like somebody’s fucking mom. I hate brats. No way will I ever be a wife or a mother. And no way will I ever be some basic bitch specializing in the girlfriend experience. Some idiot Instant messaged me this week wanting me to be his submissive little daughter with a cum filled pussy for daddy. I wanted to slit his throat right then and there.

I like knives. And I’m always in control. I’m not your daughter, your girlfriend or your wife. And you’re not my boyfriend, my husband or my son. You can be my victim or my accomplice. But nothing else. Do not ask me to roleplay some lame shit. I’m on a snuff site because I’m a dark sadistic bitch. And my favorite thing to do in this world is castrate losers, and dumb fucks as well as stab, cut up and mutilate all genders with a big fat sharp blade.

Richard hired me recently as his accomplice. He told me he wanted to go hunting for something young and sweet and tender that would feel super tight on his cock. So, the first day we met, we went window shopping so I could get an idea of what he wanted. And then the next night, I got him the perfect girl. I don’t know what the fuck he thought he paid me 50 grand for, but this fuck face acted shocked that I brought him a young girl to fuck and slaughter afterwards.

Sometimes Men Die Simply Because They Are Idiots

You don’t pay somebody that much money for their company. You pay that much money to make a teen rape porn. And you pay that much money so you can enjoy your fun without the fear of going to prison because your accomplice keeps you safe. But when he changed his tune, I let the girl go. However, not before I told her about his intentions. And that the only reason she ended up in this little kill shack was because he wanted to do bad things to her. And I gave her my knife.

I would guess this girl appeared to be in her young teens. Pretty girl and just the type he likes. But I couldn’t let him live. And I could only let her live if she committed a crime, so I could control her. She seemed to know what she wanted to do. She lunged at him and stabbed him right in the gut. I think this girl might like horror movies. Once the knife plunged straight into his belly button, she yanked it all the way up to the sternum, then back down and his guts and entrails literally spilled on the floor. She stood there in awe and amazement over what she did to him.

Although I Hate Brats, Sometimes I Meet

Now I think I could be a mother to a girl like that. No hesitation. No guilt. And at that moment she knew what she needed to do to survive. She never fucking hesitated. As he lay there bleeding out on the floor, trying to push his insides back where they belong, I instructed her to slice of his cock and his balls off, and shove them in his mouth. She giggled but did it quickly and happily.

Because I like this girl, I gave her half the money he paid me. And I told her to keep it a secret from her parents as well. What occurred in that cabin stays in that cabin. Then I drove her back to where I nabbed her from. I trust her. She won’t say a word because she liked the kill too much. I saw a lot of me inside of her. Although it is true, I’m not a fan of brats, every now and then I meet a young schoolgirl who I mentor. And I think I just found my new snuff sex mentee.

Killer Phone Sex in the Winter Creates Beautiful Art as a Body Bleeds into the Snow

killer phone sexI love killer phone sex in the snow. And I enjoy slaughtering assholes, and bitches in fluffy white snow because I love how the blood drains out of their bodies into the white snow giving it a pink hue. Plus, you might not know this, but snow prolongs the torture and the pain. Keeps the body on ice. My victim’s breathing slows down, and the blood coagulates a little from the cold, which keeps them alive just a little bit longer. So, winter might be my favorite killing season.

Although I built a dungeon underneath my house with a tunnel that goes into the woods, for easy body disposal, I still enjoy my kill shack. Last night I took this bitch I picked up to my old kill shack an hour away. I inherited this old fishing cabin from my grandfather as a teenager. He used to take women there to torture them. Fuck them and then torture them. I think the sadistic phone sex gene skipped a generation. My parents seem awfully vanilla and boring. But grandpa made me a sadist just like him.

I met this girl Lynn at a bar. Not my usual bar, but a steam punk bar. And she didn’t belong. I watched a lot of people reject her. So, I started a conversation with her about her approach. And I questioned her motives. She hit on both men and women, but she just wanted somebody to buy her drinks.

I don’t think she really wanted to go home with anybody. Her attitude seemed a bit stuck up and bitchy. Although I did not plan to kill, she seemed perfect. Satan knows, I have killed for less.

Killing in the Snow is Artistic. I Love the Way Blood Drains into the White Snow.

So, I chatted her up and asked her if she wanted to go back to my shack. Enjoy some free alcohol and play some video games. For once I didn’t need to drug a bitch. This one came willingly with me. And after an hour at my kill shack in the woods, she realized I put something in her drink.

Just a little something to paralyze her. The mind still functions, but the body won’t move. I dragged her out into the snow and started slicing her up. And I told her she could scream as loudly as she wanted, but nobody would hear her. Not in the middle of nowhere surrounded only by trees and wildlife.

As I stabbed her and mutilated her breasts and her pussy, I watched her crimson red blood spill from her body, melting the snow around her. I think I just wanted to kill her so I could see something so beautiful as blood in the snow.

Suddenly, the snow all melted around her body creating a bloody snow angel effect. And it looked hypnotic to me. It took her two hours and 23 minutes to die. Perhaps not my normal kill. She didn’t do anything too offensive honestly. But I just wanted to kill in the snow.

I left her body right where I killed her because I slaughtered her close to the tree line. And I knew if I woke up in the morning, she would be gone. Nature accepts its role as my accomplice phone sex partner and thanks me by disposing of the bodies for me. By the drag marks, I think a bear got her. Another girl that will never be found because in 2 to 4 days, she will be nothing more than bear shit

Evil Phone Sex with a Sadistic Minded Teen Whore

Evil phone sex turned a Victim into a Predator. I was a victim all my life. And though, those games are fun to play, I prefer being the heinous bitch I have grown into. My Life has not been easy up to this point.  Used and abused to the fullest potential. By family, by friends and by Monsters.

You know what they say, If you can’t beat them, join them.

So that’s what I did. As so Many men used my pussy and ass to fulfill their sick rape fantasies. I let it make me stronger. My cunt used as a place to keep a dick warm. I would watch their faces, grimace turned to sheer satisfaction as they choked me til I blacked out. They found joy in my pain and suffering.

Once a man even drugged me and kept me in a commercial freezer, so he could see what it was like to fuck an almost dead body. Hypothermia. Was the diagnosis was when he dumped me off that the hospital. They wanted to do a rape kit, but I refused. I never allowed my victimization to break me..

I only let it feed the monster that was growing  inside me

There is one inside all of us you know. Those deep seeded depraved thoughts that make you excited, and get your dick stiff. Those secrets that you love but you push to the back of your mind because they are so sick and twisted, you would be locked up if you ever uttered them out loud. Those are the monsters, and the more you feed them. The more they need to eat….

I think it’s high time you let me feed your monster…

Evil Phone Sex

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Young Voice Phone Sex

I can’t stop thinking about him, the way he stares at me like he wants to devour me whole. Every time I pick up my phone, I imagine his hands on me, and I can’t resist teasing him. That’s when I let myself get naughty… My Young Voice Phone Sex, soft, breathy, dripping with want, my words wrapping around him like a promise he can’t ignore.

My fingers wander over my body, grazing my curves, teasing my pretty wet pussy even though he can’t see it. I whisper little things I’d never say in public, letting him imagine every inch of me, every moan he’s dying to hear. The anticipation makes my chest swell, my nipples harden under my top, and I can feel how wet I am just thinking about him listening.

Then the doorbell rings, and my heart jumps. He’s here. My lips curl into a mischievous smile as he steps inside, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, completely captivated. I move slowly, letting my fat tits brush against my clothes as I sway just out of reach, teasing him without even touching him. Every glance, every step, every sultry little move makes him ache, and I love knowing I control this.

I giggle softly, leaning closer, letting him catch a whiff of me, my hair brushing his shoulder. I press my body forward just enough to tease, grind a little against my own hands, and whisper nasty things that make him swallow hard. My pussy throbs at the thought of him wanting me so badly, and I tease harder, letting him imagine how I’d feel under him, though I’ll never show him everything just yet.

I love watching him struggle to keep his composure, seeing him ache for me, completely at my mercy. “You like this strong dick slapped in between those big fat tits of yours don’t you baby” He says while pushing the tip of his cock towards my soft lips. “Of course you sexy motherfucker”  I say as I whisper his name, laugh softly, and bounce just a little more, letting my tits do the talking. Every teasing brush, every seductive look, every subtle jiggle is designed to make him crave me more, to make him remember exactly how slutty I am for him.

And when the tension reaches its peak, I pull back, bite my lip, and flash a smile that says, “This isn’t over.” Some things don’t need words… they live in my whispers, the way I press my body against him without touching, and the way my teasing leaves him desperate. I’m super slutty, naughty, submissive, and in total control of how much he wants me. My pretty pussy, my heavy tits, my soft voice… They haunt him long after he leaves, leaving him desperate full of yummy cum for the next time he hears me tease him.

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Babysitter Phone Sex

I was adjusting the blinds when I saw him… a shadow pressed against my window. My heart skipped, but I didn’t scream. Instead, I leaned closer, my pulse racing, knowing exactly who he was.
I whispered into my phone, still warm from earlier calls, “Babysitter Phone Sex,” letting him hear me even as he lingered outside. Tonight I had the little ones with me, but I definitely put them to sleep, before the killer decided to pop up.

The thrill of being watched always made me tingle, made my voice a little lower, a little sluttier, and made my pussy wetter. He stepped back when I let the light fall just right, revealing the outline of his body. I could see the careful way he moved, deliberate, controlled. My lips curved. Fear mingled with excitement, but I reminded myself… I invited this. I had boundaries, rules.

The thrill came from playing along, from letting him think he had the upper hand.I leaned against the kitchen counter while gently bending over pulling down my red skirt, letting my voice linger over  the phone, slow and teasing. “You like watching me, don’t you?” I whisper, knowing he could hear me clearly. His laugh was low, approving, confirming the tension between us.

I moved through the huge house, feeling his gaze follow. Every step was a journey. I adjusted my hair, let my shirt slip just enough to tempt without revealing too much. The shadow hesitated, then stepped closer, hands on the glass. I pressed my palm against it from inside, mirroring him, a silent challenge.

“You’re bold tonight,” I said, voice catching slightly, letting him imagine what he couldn’t touch. He responded with a slow nod, and I felt the pulse of our shared game… dangerous, yes, but entirely consensual. Every move, every look, orchestrated by me.

The call ended, but the tension lingered. I could still feel him, just outside, just teasing the limits we’d set. I smiled to myself, heart racing, knowing this was exactly the kind of night I lived for… intense, thrilling, and completely under my control.

No doors needed to open. No rules broken. Just the electricity of fear turned fantasy, the allure of someone watching, and me, entirely in charge of the game. He came up behind me kissing my neck slowly, grabbing my tiny waist, while slowly deep fucking me with those long strokes.

I creamed so much on his dick, that he decided to keep me alive, then vanished when the police decided to pop back up. I settled back into the couch, letting my pulse slow, a satisfied grin on my lips. The night was ours, thrilling and safe, a reminder that some fantasies only work because you choose them.

Knife Play Phone Sex is What a Sadistic Bitch Wants More of in 2026

knife play phone sexLet’s ring in a new year with some knife play phone sex. I want to make this year more murderous. The world seems too full of idiots. I mean some people seem so stupid I wonder if they even remember to breathe. My knife kills stupid people, but it kills assholes too. And some of these stupid people seem to be both stupid and assholes.

New Year’s Eve seemed full of stupid people and assholes. But I couldn’t kill them all. So, I just assess who might be the biggest asshole in the room. And that honor went to Ben from Nebraska. In town for the holidays. Poor Ben. He never made it back to Nebraska. In a couple days he’ll be bear shit.

I went to my local Goth bar to ring in the new year with an adult cocktail. But I went there for a reason, and it wasn’t to be social. I wanted to hunt. I never kill my fellow Goth people. But in a Goth bar, on any given night, people come to start shit. Some people who should be starring in a snuff sex film, not walking around in my bar.

Ben came into our Goth bar and started insulting all the women. And then he took it further when women rejected him. Apparently, women like us who don’t want to marry and push out a bunch of brats are killing America. I tried to explain to him that just because we don’t want to birth brats with an asshole like him does not mean we don’t want families. Caveman thinking will kill this country.

I Plan on More Sadistic Kills in 2026

His archaic thinking that women owe men and that we exist just for men to breed needed checked. I can’t let men walk around with such stupid thoughts in their head. And I could not risk him breeding some weak woman and turning her into a “trad wife.”

Perhaps I earned an Academy award nomination with my performance. I suddenly acted like a woman who wanted to breed Ben some little brats. So, I brought him home and I stabbed him to death. But I tortured him first. I carved up his cock better than a Christmas ham.

And I made the torture last. Little cuts all over his body. As I cut his flesh, I poured alcohol into his wounds to make it hurt even more. I subjected him to a lot of torture sex. And I even castrated him for shits and giggles. Normally, I don’t castrate a man who I plan to murder. What’s the point? His junk will not work in the afterlife anyway. But I wanted him to feel the pain and understand that he would never impregnate a woman again.

I’m a sadistic bitch. This I know. I embrace my inner bitch. But I couldn’t let Ben continue to walk around with his archaic thinking, insulting women, and maybe even forcing himself on women. We don’t need more caveman in this world. So, I just took out the garbage on New Year’s Eve. And I will be taking out the garbage every single day of this year. So, you just better not piss me off because murder is on my mind.

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Torture Phone Sex

The phone rang, and I smirked, already knowing who it was. His voice… distorted and low like some scream-killer from a movie… hissed through the line. “I’ve been waiting for this… can’t wait to see you,” he breathed. I licked my lips, completely naked, fingers sliding over myself as I whispered, “Mmm, let’s see how much fun we can have with a little torture phone sex tonight.”

I heard him sneak inside, moving slowly but eagerly. My door was unlocked, of course… just how I liked it. I bent over to pick up a knife I had dropped, ass high, legs spread, body slick with anticipation. I felt him freeze behind me, taking in every inch of my bare skin. “Hello there, baby,” I whispered, letting him drink in the view, making him ache before I even turned.

He stepped closer, hesitant at first, but when he lunged, I let him press against me, feeling his hardness straining, as he slowly gripped my neck from behind. I smirked, his hands tracing the curves of my body, teasing me sexually inappropriately with no permission. “Oh, you’re impatient,” I say, circling him, letting him ache as my pussy wetness gathered.

He spanks me hard, desperate, and I leaned back teasingly, pressing lightly against him while whispering naughty little jokes in his ear. “Bet you didn’t think tonight would go exactly like this,” I purred, moving faster now, opening my legs wide, letting him groan all inside me.

I grabbed his hands, guiding him toward the kitchen, hips swaying, letting him watch every bare curve. I bent over the island, pressing my palms to the smooth surface, teasing him with my naked body. He couldn’t resist. He lifted me gently, pressing me back against the counter, and finally, after all the waiting, he sank his cock into me balls deep.

Every hard thrust made me moan loudly, hands gripping the edge of the island as I pushed back, taking him fully. I leaned my head back, biting my lip, letting him feel how wet I was for him, moaning softly, teasing him as much as he teased me. My body glistened under the kitchen light, every curve exposed, making him groan louder with each movement.

I then finally arch my back, letting myself cum, every shiver sending him over the edge with me. He groaned, panting, completely under my spell. Joke’s on him… he thought he was the hunter, but I ran the show. I leaned close, brushing my lips against his ear, whispering, “You wanted me, baby… and I got all the fun.”

Demented evil dicks dominating my cutie pootie

Bondage phone sex

He’s back again, uncle Jack Hammer with hook cock. He’s one dominating demon with his hook grab. Taking my insides and twisting and turning them like he’s making cookies. His grip is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Been robbing me of my innocence since I was a little one. 

He always grabbed my insides with his cock tip and always had that tight hold on my cutie cunt walls, ripping, tear and cutting me leaving me in a bloody mess .Holding my little body down with his power punch. And grasping my hips, terrorizing my tiny twat. I’ve been his little pussy prize since I was a young whore, training to be controlled by cock. Growing my love to be brutally beaten on the regular. I will always be his incestual livestock his little animal he puts aside to fuck, beat, breed, control and defeat whenever his black heart hurts. He loves taking me down, leaving me bloody and bruised. No knowing if I’ll come out and live another day.

Domination and evil are the same thing with Uncle Jack’s hook

Constantly filling my wholes, uncle Jack wants to be the big bad baby daddy. Spreading his incestual seeds inside me. Waiting for that 9 month to hit so he can delivery it himself. From a young age to now he’s been my best master, family fucking fun with my number one. Daddy had his bite too. He liked to keep me leather bound down, sucking up my soiled fluids, collecting blood filled cum.

Roleplay phone sex

It was sometimes a competition between the two, who can abuse, violate, beat the life out of me after taking their sick evil rape fantasies out on my little, tight growing kitty. Their old twisted tricks, stretching me out, growing vulva causing rainfalls of clusterfucks of white goey cums. Dripping down, covering my sliced gashes, cuts and bruises from their raging abusive cocks. Thunder bolting my insides of my little rosey posy.

Strangulation Phone Sex Where Layla Enjoys Being Choked Out

Strangulation Phone SexSteam clouds the bathroom, wrapping me in warmth as the water slides over my skin. I’m lost in the rhythm of the shower when a sharp noise makes me freeze… a soft creak of the floorboards. My pulse jumps, and a wicked shiver runs through me. My heart races, but it’s not fear… it’s excitement, tingling, hot, and delicious.

I bite my lip, imagining him… the intruder… mask hiding his face, hands tracing just the outline of my body. I gasp softly and think about the way we played earlier, how even the fantasy of him teasing me brings the memory of Strangulation Phone Sex to life, making me wetter, shivering, aching for more. Every step he takes sends a thrill curling through me, every imagined touch igniting me from head to toe.

I let out a soft moan when he presses against me, careful, teasing, letting me feel his weight behind me. My hands wander over myself as I tremble, imagining every teasing brush of his hands, every touch that makes me moan into the steam. I tilt my head back, lips parted, letting my body arch, needing, wanting more.

The tension coils tighter as he whispers filthy, naughty things only I can hear… words that make me shiver and whimper, imagining his hands everywhere, teasing me, making me tremble. I moan low, needy, loving every second, letting the fantasy play out as if it’s real, letting myself melt against him.

I imagine him gripping me tighter, pressing me against the wall of the shower, teasing, making me shiver, moan, beg. My breaths are fast, shallow, broken by soft, dirty little gasps. Every imagined touch, every whisper, every hot, teasing movement makes me ache, desperate, dripping, lost in the lust of it all.

I arch, quivering, imagining him pulling me closer, holding me just enough to drive me insane, letting me come undone under the weight of the fantasy. My moans fill the shower, echoing, urgent and raw, soft little cries of pleasure that only belong to him… and me.

I then give in to him loving the way he chokes my neck roughly, he knows exactly how I like it and why it makes my pussy super wet. I lean back under the water, imagining him slipping away, leaving me hot, dripping, craving, and desperate for the next time we play, knowing this wicked little fantasy is ours to replay, again and again.

 

Killer Phone Sex with Layla Craving Your Attention and Rules

Killer Phone Sex

The house is too quiet, and every sound feels louder than it should. I move slowly, barefoot on cold floors wearing only a t-shirt with no panties, heart racing because I know you’re close. You always pretend you’re here to hurt me, to scare me, to test how far I’ll go before I break. This is Killer phone sex, and even thinking about you crossing my threshold makes my body react before my mind can catch up.

I should be terrified. I am terrified. But the fear curls into something warmer, heavier, pooling low and making my knees weak. I hate how much I crave your attention, how much I melt when you set rules and act like you don’t care what happens to me. You play cruel because it’s safer than admitting you feel something real.

I stand there, breathing shallow, imagining your presence filling the room. You’d move slow, controlled, pretending you’re dangerous while fighting the urge to touch me gently instead. I feel exposed, watched, powerless… and I love it. The tension makes my skin buzz, makes me ache for you to come closer even as I’m scared you will.

I whisper your name like it’s a mistake, like saying it might summon you. I know you’d tell me to be quiet, to behave, to stop looking so tempting. You’d hate how badly you want me, how hard it is to keep pretending this is just a game.

I crave the way you make me feel trapped and chosen at the same time. I crave the rules, the fear, the heat of knowing you’d never really hurt me… even if you try to convince yourself you could. The thought of you ripping my guts apart makes my pussy super wet. 

Knowing how you stalk me through my window, and sometimes sneak in my house while I shower, blows my mind to pieces. I stand there shaking, wet, breathless, waiting. Not for violence. For you to finally stop pretending you don’t love me.