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Sex with Dead Bodies is the Way I Roll

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Sex with dead bodies is the way I roll. I am not the most sexual woman in the world. Men need to learn that all I want from them is a stiff cock. I do not want to spoon. I do not care about their day. I do not want to date. I do not want to be called baby or honey. And I am not a submissive whore they can dominate. And I am not a dumb bimbo who believes any line they dish out. I learned when I was 19 that it was just easier to kill a man with an erection and use his dead cock when it was still warm and hard. It is the best solution for a woman like me. Dead men do not spoon. Dead men tell no lies. Dead men do not dominate women. Dead men do not talk. And dead men do not cum. I cum. That is all that matters. No mess. My first lover I killed was by accident. I met this guy at a Goth bar. He was handsome and cool. I had a fake ID saying I was 22. I had killed before, but I was still perfecting my craft and I had not yet killed a man I wanted to fuck. We were in my bedroom, and he switched personalities. He was suddenly aggressive and demeaning. I grabbed some scissors by my bed and stabbed him in the jugular vein. His dick was hard, and it stayed hard even as he was dying. Bloody phone sex does not scare me. Neither does the sight of blood. I took advantage of his dead cock and had the best orgasm of my life. I am not digging up corpses and fucking them, but a fresh cadaver with a stiff dick is all I need to get off. So, men, I do not need you alive to get what I want or need. Never forget that.

Sex with Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodes is what he wanted. The problem was that I was still breathing. He is not turned on by alive women. I guess that is why he works in a mortuary. He embalms people for a living. I guess being around all those dead bodies has spoiled him. He no longer enjoys fucking walking and talking women. I saw how much he wanted me. The look was in his eyes. Hunger for me. But he would not settle. He likes what he likes, but I like living. We had a problem. We had a huge problem. I started to run. I was like fuck that shit. I am not dying so some pervert can have his 30 seconds of fun with my warm dead corpse. I ran. I ran fast. So fast, I got short of breath quickly. I was trying my best to breathe and run, but I got dizzy. I fell and he caught up with me. He was super hungry for me. He just had to kill me first. He put his hands around my throat tightly. I passed out. I was still alive. I could feel it. I had to be alive still, just out cold from asphyxiation. I woke up and he was on top of me. I was afraid he would kill me again. Like maybe he meant to kill me or thought I was dead already. He did not see my eyes move, so I shut them again and laid very very still. I tried to slow my breathing because I did not think this was some necrophilia phone sex fantasy for him. He really enjoys his bodies lifeless and warm. Even after he came., I remained still. He kicked me a few times, flicked his ashes on me and yet I did not flinch. He thought he killed me. He fucked me, but he did not kill me. I am like a cat, but I am down a life.

Taboo Phone Sex Fetish for Master

taboo phone sexWhen you are a taboo phone sex slut, guys come to you for all sorts of things, even very rare fetishes. Some of my masters have some strange fetishes too. My current master is into pyschrophilia. I had too Google it when he told me he wanted me to help him with his fetish. Do you know what it is? It is getting your dick hard or your pussy wet seeing folks extremely cold. My guess is it is somehow linked to necrophilia. I mean if you are getting a boner from a girl freezing in the snow, maybe you want to fuck a corpse? Master wanted me to find him a hot young thing for his fetish. I know his type. Young, dumb and blonde. I found a mini me that fit his type at the mall. The mall is a cesspool for young, dumb blonde girls. Stacy was her name. It was up to me to lure her, so I needed a good story. I told her I was a scout for a sporting store mogul who needed a fresh-faced girl to model outdoor apparel. She bought it hook, line and sinker.  Snuff porn was her true job. Master was very happy with my selection. We did some test shoots and the camera loved her. I spiked her drink, so she would comply easily. Either the drink worked super quickly, or she was just a slut. Regardless, she was naked outside in the snow faster than either of us expected. She was wearing a scarf and a hat and boots. The colder she got, the harder my master’s dick got. I could see his boner in his pants getting stiffer the bluer her skin got. She didn’t realize she was hired for a snuff. Master left her chained naked in the snow all night. We watched her slowly die of hypothermia. She looked like Jack Nicholson at the end of The Shining, only sexier. Master fucked her dead frozen body. He likes sex with dead bodies and pyschrophilia. I am just his subby accomplice. I bring him girls to murder however he wants.

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