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I Belong in Snuff Movies, That’s What Men Tell Me

snuff moviesSo many people think I belong in snuff movies. Although, I’ve made a few, I honestly try to avoid the snuff world, believe it or not. I survived nine days snowed in with my family. Surprisingly enough, I successfully traded enough cocaine to last for the blizzard.

But yesterday the weather felt great. For once, it did not feel like single-digit weather. And I decided to go out and see if I could score some more coke so I could watch the Super Bowl with my boys and their friends. Plus, I think I experienced some cabin fever. I just needed to get out of the house.

I went to this little dive bar first because I thought I could party with some old blue-collar workers. They love to share their coke. Although I’m talking about a bump here and a bump there. It’s not like I would walk away with a huge bag of coke. This bar appeared safe. But then I saw him. And I almost pissed myself.

I saw a snuff porn director who I’ve worked for in the past. The last time I did, he sent me to the ER, with a broken arm and a fractured ankle. Not to mention all the bruises. But when I went to the ER, they all assumed my husband beat me up. I never confirmed that, but I never denied it either. Once he saw me, I could not escape. I think I pissed him off with polite pleasantries. He pushed me into a single stall bathroom. And I tried not to panic.

Sometimes, I Wonder if I Will Dying Trying to Score Blow

He pulled out some coke from his pocket. And I should’ve known better. As soon as I got a taste of his excellent cocaine, he started strangling me. Hard. I thought he might crush my windpipe. He held me against the wall with his hand on my throat. And I heard him unzip his pants. Strangling felt like the least of the evils. He wanted to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me.

The music sounded so loud outside, combined with all the talking. I didn’t think anybody would hear me scream. But he kept his hand on my throat the entire time so I could not truly scream as he forced his cock in and out of my pussy. At least he let me get high first, I thought to myself. Maybe he didn’t want me to feel the pain.

He fucked my pussy hard. By the time he finished, he released his grip on my throat, and I fell to the ground with a thud. He spit on me and called me a whore. Tossed me a little bag of coke to get me through game at best. Now I have a ring around my neck from his hands. And I still don’t have enough coke to get through another week.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Mommy All Men Want to Explore

rape phone sex fantasiesEven women have rape phone sex fantasies. True story. But most of us never really want men force fucking us. It’s more like a fantasy for us. Recently, I started hanging out with this guy I met at a dive bar. He likes to party. And so far, he seems generous with his cocaine. Apparently, he never minds sharing when presented with the right incentive. And so far, that’s been a blow job or a hand job.

The other night when we got together, he changed the terms. He wanted to fuck me. Fuck all my holes and fuck me roughly. I needed a fix. Lots of snow days in my near future. So, I didn’t have much choice. Not like I’m some angel. Far from it. But I knew in the back of my head men who escalate like that I should avoid. But I never avoid them. And that’s because the voice in my head that tells me I need to do anything for cocaine speaks louder than the voice in the back of my head that warns me of danger.

My new friend set me up. Got me hooked on his cocaine and his generosity then pulled the rug out from underneath of me. He wanted to make me a violent ass rape porn star. He filmed it and everything. Much like my stepson, he appears to enjoy a love-hate relationship with mommies.

I guess somewhere along the line his own mother fucked him up. And now I paid the price for her screwup. Personally, I think mothers should fuck their sons to prevent them from growing up sexually frustrated and angry at every mature woman who reminds them of mommy.

Men Love to Destroy Mommy’s Asshole and I Let Them

But I didn’t have any choice here. And I don’t just mean my addiction to cocaine. He threatened to expose me. If I did not let him explore his rape fantasies with my ass, he would tell my husband all the nasty things I’ve done for coke, including all the men I let fuck me for coke. Fuck I told this guy too much because I trusted him. And when I’m fucking high, if a man asks the right questions, I’m going to give him the truth. So, at some point, I told him how I get creative to get cocaine or money to buy cocaine.

The way I viewed it, he did not give me a choice. So, I did a line and put my ass up in the air so he could violate me. Did I mention his cock felt like a forearm. Seriously, when he started ravaging my asshole, I questioned if I felt his cock or his arm inside of me. He shredded my asshole. The entire time he forced fucked my ass he choked me, pulled my hair and slapped me too. Plus, I heard a lot of “I hate you mommy.”

He gave me some Coke. But if you ask me, not enough to compensate for what he did to my asshole. Once again, a man, angry at mommy, left my asshole prolapsed, battered, and bloody. Most days I hate being a taboo phone sex woman and wish I could be the typical soccer mom. But I don’t think that will ever happen.

Suffocation Phone Sex Whore needs You to give her Punishments!

Suffocation Phone Sex

 

Suffocation Phone Sex with me is like nothing you’ve done before! 

I would let you get within inches of my life being snuffed out. 

What should we wrap around my neck that will have my eyes rolling to the back of my head? 

Fuck me while your hands are around my windpipe, with all your body weight and all your might.

I want to feel the pain of being a worthless little cum slut, this is the pain I deserve. 

Choke and Gag me until I’m begging you to stop. Until I tap out from not being able to breathe. 

Face fuck me until I am throwing up on your long, hard cock,

Force all your sweet thick Cum down my throat until I am suffocating!

 

 

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Bondage Phone Sex is Extreme with Me

bondage phone sexWell, this bondage phone sex whore thought she had enough cocaine to get through the holidays. But my fucking sister-in-law found my stash and flushed it down the toilet. She remains clueless about what I did for that cocaine. I hate that bitch as much as she hates me. All my husband’s sisters hate me because they see me as a gold digger. I make my own money. And I use my own body for my cocaine habit.

She threatened to tell my husband, and I told her to go ahead because he knows I use cocaine. But he also knows I don’t spend his money for it either. I took the wind out of her sails. But I still needed more cocaine, especially since my husband’s sisters decided to visit for the holiday.

I tried to get a hold of Marcus my regular drug dealer because he just fucks me with his big black cock. Nothing extreme. Maybe occasionally he makes me his ass rape porn star, but I can handle anal sex.

So, I texted Charles. He just likes to tie women up and fuck them. And sometimes piss on them. But he pays well. It’s his fetish. He’s not an official snuff maker or anything. Just an old man with a kink for bondage and a wife who won’t let him tie up even her pinky finger. So, he uses his money to pay druggie whores like me to explore his fetish.

Just When I Think I Have Enough Cocaine, I Don’t

But I don’t know if he experienced some holiday anger or not, but he went harder on me this time. Harder than normal. I’ve maybe worked for him six times, I think. And I’ve always left relatively unscathed, except for the ligature marks on my wrists and ankles. After this time, however, those ligature marks appear around my neck too, and my tits. Also rope burns between my pussy lips. So, now it burns every time I pee.

He tied me up better than butcher ties up a side of beef. But when he tied up, he whipped me and pissed on me too. He broke skin in a few areas and let me tell you how much piss burns an open wound. He started beating on me too. I just tried not to bite my tongue off, endure the pain and get the fuck out of there. But like I said, he appeared to be in some sort of mood. And not a good one.

But he didn’t kill me luckily. I almost wanted to die so I didn’t need to deal with my fucking sisters in law. To cover up my neck marks, I wore a turtleneck. However, as a taboo phone sex whore, this sort of thing happens often. I’m alive at least. But  I will need to hide my cocaine better in the future.

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.

 

Snuff Porn Might Kill Me But it Earns Me Coke

snuff pornLast night felt like a snuff porn nightmare. My last night before the holidays to score some cocaine. I always need extra during the holidays because my sons and all their friends stay home from school for a couple weeks. And I need to be in tiptop shape. I went to a few drug dealers who couldn’t help me out because they did not have any product. So desperate times call for desperate measures. And I want to see Luke.

Luke makes my stepson look like a member of the Mickey Mouse club. Luke hates mothers. Like with a passion. Apparently, his mother screwed him up somewhere along the way. And now he makes snuff flicks of sons simulating murdering their mothers. I just told myself I’ve been through worse. And I’ll likely be through worse in the future at this rate. So, I sucked it up and kept my eye on the prize.

The man who would be my son and executioner, stood almost 7 feet tall. That alone made me shit a brick. That guy could kill me with his pinky and index finger. Seriously though, I did feel scared. But at least Luke let me do a line of coke before he started the snuff sex scene. The executioner showed me no mercy. Why would he, I guess. He threw me across the room. My head hit a cement wall so hard it took a chunk out of my forehead. Blood trickled down my face, and we were less than five minutes into a 30-minute feature film.

Mommy Takes a Beating So She Can Get Cocaine

Perhaps throwing me around like a beach ball seemed like foreplay to this dude. Because the next thing I knew he scooped me up with a thumb in my ass and hurled me in the air like it was an Olympic sport and he wanted the gold medal. And as I laid on the ground, battered, beaten, and bloody, he decided strangulation phone sex might be fun. His hands choked the life out of me. I lost consciousness a few times too.

This man beat me to a pulp while Luke rolled the camera. He told me it was my best work yet. Of course it was. He almost fucking killed me about halfway through this little snuff flick. I almost wanted to die. He gave me the money for Coke. But not enough to get as much Coke as I need to heal my pain and get through the end of the year. If my sons only knew the things that I endure just so I can be a good mommy whore for them.

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.

Home Invasion Phone Sex with Layla Loving Her Space Invaded

Home Invasion Phone SexThe door swings open and I freeze, already trembling. Home invasion phone sex had always been my favorite, but this time it felt sharper, rougher, exactly what I craved.

He steps in, smirking, eyes scanning me like I’m property he can claim at any second. “You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” he says.

“Yes,” I whisper, dropping to my knees instantly, because this is what I’m good at and I don’t fight it anymore.

He laughs, low and dangerous, and grabs my hair, tilting my face toward him. “You really will let me do whatever I want, won’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, trembling. “Anything.”

He enjoys it… the way I lean into him, the way I give up control, letting him see exactly how much I want to be taken advantage of. Every gasp, every whimper, every shiver is proof I belong here, in this chaos, in his hands.

“Look at you,” he says, shaking his head. “So greedy, so weak… and you love it.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I love it. Don’t stop.”

He smirks and keeps me on my knees, laughing softly as I stay there, marked and trembling, desperate for more. I let him guide me, humiliate me, push me, and I lean into it because this is what I want… even if I shouldn’t.

Scared but enticed, I’m gasping, flushed, and completely used. I stay kneeling, quiet and grateful, letting him enjoy exactly what he’s taken.

I don’t need to be special. I don’t need to be cared for. I just need this… the control, the roughness, the feeling of being consumed.

And as long as I stay like this… helpless, greedy, and obedient… I don’t lose a thing.

Strangulation Phone Sex For The Best Strange Pleasures

Strangulation phone sex is how I enjoy  celebrating Christmas. Under the Christmas tree, amid all the pretty lights, a victim’s ass is tapped out hard.
When your hands wrap tight around my neck, it’s intense. But while that dick pounds into my ass, squeezing harder with every thrust, it excites you even more.
Plenty of celebrities, musicians, and artists have died from autoasphyxiation—or autoerotic asphyxia, as they call it.
It’s when you restrict oxygen to your brain for that heightened sexual rush. Obviously, it’s a dangerous kink.
And yes, this kink kills. A few years back, I discovered something dark about myself. My craving to be strangled was intensely arousing.
That intense rush—the oxygen slipping away, the edge of blacking out—while you violate my ass. This sends me into pure bliss.
Obviously, I like to cum hard, and this fantasy is one that blurs the line of reality. And diving deeper into the obsession, I was aware of the danger.
However, I threw myself into risky situations on purpose. First, I chased the real danger of losing my life.
Then, I hungered for that moment when consciousness fades, and the rape fantasy takes over.
Call it what you want—it makes me cum harder than anything else. Ultimately, I wanted to feel something intense.
But this became a greater pleasure alongside the anal sex fantasies of being snuffed.
Strangulation phone sex

Rena Gets Wet For Strangulation Phone Sex

strangulation phone sexA hot strangulation phone sex call that went like this…

 

One night, I was out at a party when I met this guy named Alex. He was hot as hell and had these piercing blue eyes that just drew me in. We started talking and he mentioned that he was into some pretty kinky stuff, like strangulation during sex. At first, I was a bit hesitant but something about him made me want to explore my darker desires with him.

As the night went on, we ended up leaving the party together and heading back to his place. The moment we stepped inside, Alex pinned me against the wall and started kissing me passionately while slipping his hands under my skirt and onto my wet pussy. It felt so good being touched by him like this; it made all of my nerves tingle with anticipation for what was yet to come.

He then led me over to his bed where he proceeded to tie my wrists securely above my head using some silk scarves from his dresser drawer – an act which only served to heighten both our excitement levels even more! Once bound tightly enough for both our comforts (and discomfort), Alex climbed onto the bed between my spread legs…

Without any further warning or preamble, he pressed himself deep inside of me – hard enough that it almost hurt but oh-so-good at the same time! As soon as he began thrusting in earnest though – grunting loudly each time he pushed deeper into me – something strange happened: instead of feeling scared or threatened by this rough treatment from someone who didn’t know any better than myself how far things could go tonight…my body responded in kind by becoming even wetter than before! It was as if my body knew exactly what it wanted – needed even – and was eagerly begging for more of Alex’s rough treatment.

As he continued to thrust into me, his hips slapping against mine in a rhythmic pattern that echoed through the room, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. The pressure building up inside me was intense but exhilarating at the same time; every time Alex would tighten his grip around my throat during one of his powerful thrusts, it only served to heighten both our senses and push us further towards the edge together.