When I get high, I masturbate to a risky taboo role play. My fantasies run dark. And I will be the first one to admit that. Rough sex, violent sex, forced sex…. All that extreme shit runs through my head. But when I get high, I often put myself into dangerous situations that are reality not fantasy. I am a risk taker. Over the weekend, I needed more coke than my regular dealer had on him. Holiday weekends mean extra teen boys in the house. And I need some energy to keep up with horny teen boys.
So, I went to this other dealer. He will trade me for coke. But he’s a much more violent man than my regular dealer. I take a gamble with my life every time I go to him. And I know one of these days will be my last visit to him because he might snuff me out. I thought my dark fantasies seemed dark. They cannot hold a candle to this guy’s morbid fantasies.
One Day I May End Up Dead
He wanted me to play dead while he fucked me. If I breathed or moved, he punched me. And I thought I might not be convincing enough as a corpse to survive him. But I guess I learned quickly after a few punches what he wanted. Necrophilia never turned me on, but I will act like a dead whore for any man who wants to give me coke in exchange.
He strangled me until I passed out. And that’s when he started to fuck me harder. Hands around my throat tightened with each thrust. Eventually, I passed out again. He’s smack me back awake just to strangle me again. I have ligature marks all around my throat from his strangle fantasy. One of these days, I will end up dead. But a coke whore’s need for coke outweighs her common sense every time.
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