Tag: necrophlia phone sex

Bloody Phone Sexy Fun

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex? I drink my victim’s blood and toast their death. Last night, I bathed in my victim’s blood. She was a hot teen slut. Not as hot as she thought she was. Not as bright as she thought she was either. She fell for the scream queen test. I tell dumb cunts I am a talent scout for horror films, and they buy it every time. Not sure why, but every time, that is the line I use to lure them into my car and to my kill shack and to their deaths. I had this idea or plan, I guess, to torture this teen bimbo. I was bored and felt like prolonged torture and disfigurement was appropriate. I was in a murder and torture mode. The cunt tried to flee from me, tripped over the rug as I grabbed her pink hoodie, hit her head and died. Just like that my hopes and dreams crushed with a blow to the head. Can I tell you how disappointed I was? I planned for days which cunt I was going to mutilate. I was pissed off. It was too late to get another blonde bimbo at the mall. I got creative. I put on a strap-on and did what I do on necrophilia phone sex calls. That was fun, but not enough. I decided to exsanguinate her. I drained her blood. Drained it all into the tub and I bathed in it. Drank it too. Masturbated in her warm blood. Blood is a fountain of youth. I love how it makes my skin glow. I was left with some skin and bones and entrails. I am a generous sadistic bitch, so I fed her remains to the coyotes out back. Keeps them loyal to me if I ever get myself in a bind. Sometimes you must make the best out of a bad situation.

Sex with Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesHe told me his dark fantasy was sex with dead bodies. He was so handsome and powerful. I wanted to fulfill his fantasy. He had a smoldering sexy appeal. He made me feel weak. I suggested erotic asphyxiation. He pulled his belt off his pants and put it around my neck. I didn’t think he would kill me. I thought we had a clear understanding of safe words. When I yelled cheese, he would loosen his grip around my neck. I passed out a few times, but he revived me quickly. He was fucking my ass hard the entire time. He fucked me harder when I was passed out. After the second time, he fucked me with an intensity I had never felt. With every thrust, the belt got tighter and tighter. I was screaming the safe word until I had no voice anymore. I knew I was turning blue. He was in a zone. A zone that equaled snuff sex for me.  I was struggling to breathe. It was clear to me; I was going to die. The fight in me left my body and as he fucked me, my body flopped around like a fish out of water until I took my very last gasp. Now I know. Never try to make a sadistic man’s darkest fantasy come true.