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Taboo role play beyond Science

Taboo role play

My dreams have been getting so weird lately. I’d never have considered myself a necrophiliac but all my sex dreams have revolved around the undead. Last night I had this dream about how I was a guinea pig, given aphrodisiacs injected straight into my clit by this group of doctors. All of them in hats, goggles, and masks so I can’t see any of their faces. The drug making me ache and scream to be touched and fucked… Well, it seems I wasn’t the experiment at all as I heard a clicking come across the tile floor unlike anything I’d ever heard of. Heard the metallic ting of something hard touching metal and a cold pressure as something pressed into me. I stopped my writing long enough to look up to see the grinning face of death above me. The skull studying me as I felt something hard and unyielding press against my pussy. Humping me as if it had a cock. The pelvis bone getting more and more slippery as it collected my arousal and the thick hard bone pressing and rubbing my clit in a way that made me want to scream and cum at the same time. I was so lost on how to feel but this skeleton obviously wanted to be the lover I needed so I embraced him… her… it. I wasn’t sure, but I opened my legs for it, screaming in pleasure as the first orgasm ripped through me. The skeleton showed no signs of being close itself and kept humping and humping. It was too much with my over sensitive clit and I find myself crying, screaming, the pleasure turning into burning as another orgasm was forced from my body. I lost count of the orgasms by the time I woke up, my entire world having blurred into the sensations running through my body and my skeletal lover. But… My pussy was so sore to the touch and I had rope burn on my wrists… What did this mean? Was I really dreaming?

Living Dead Girl Lacey

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Dark fantasies Summoning the Dark Lord

Dark fantasies No one told me it’d be this to make my dark fantasies come true and to be a necromancer and summon our Dark Lord to this world… But here I was at the last steps. I had killed a holy man and left him to rot in darkness so now he was nothing but a bad smelling pile of bones held together by dried bits of skin. I brought him inside and prepared him to commit sins within death and prepped the leather belt I made with our Lord’s symbol on it and placed it around my neck. I had to put myself at death’s door while forcing this committed sin all at the same time. So as I began the mantra, pulling at the belt on my neck, grinding my hips against the pelvis bone of the holy man… I went from a sense of nausea to power flowing through me. Taking over my body, my arm pulled up and hard. Cutting off my airway and making it so I couldn’t breathe as the skeletons fucking hands came up and gripped my hips! I wasn’t expecting that but there was nothing I could do now. I couldn’t talk and I was just a puppet. I felt a cock begin to form, pushing itself into my pussy, the mythical cock had a pointed tip that brutally poked and forced itself straight into my womb, prying open my cervix to get there and making me scream in pain against the belt that was killing me. The holy man pounded at my pussy, the rattling of bones the only sound other than my labored gasps and gurgles. I don’t know how long it lasted… I could only see spots, the world turning into a fuzzy black burning abyss as I felt the cock twitch inside of me. Filling me and filling me with whatever magic jizz this holy man had. Making my stomach and womb stretch as the world faded to black and I lose that touch with consciousness. I don’t know how long I was out until I woke up… I hurt everywhere and felt as if I had been beaten. I was laying in a puddle of… I’m not sure and although my stomach had shrunk I could feel a tightness in it that swam and fluttered when I poked it. The holy man was gone and so was my belt… But I did have a new brand of a pentagram above my heart… So I’m pretty sure that means I’m going to be the mother of our Dark Lord. What an honor.

Darkling Katelyn

866-390-4726

Are your dark fantasies as fucked up as mine are?

dark fantasiesAre your dark fantasies as fucked up as mine are baby? Do you dream of seeing girls boiled alive or set on fire? Do you wish you could skin a bitch like you peel an orange? Or maybe you just want to straight up beat that fucking bitch to death while you fuck her? Mmmmm baby, if that made your dick hard you are definitely the man for me! I love to watch stupid little whores suffer for me, I want them to scream and cry and beg for their mothers while I fuck them to death with my giant strap on cock… the one that’s wrapped in razor wire. When she is finally dead I want you to fuck me on her body and rub her blood into my skin! I just adore being wicked, why be good when being bad is so much fun?

Wicked Willow

855-426-1208

Taboo role play with Ivy

Taboo role playI keep thinking back to that day where my cousin was swinging from the shower cutrin rod. How she struggled and kicked. The tears running down her face as I watched her turn purple made my pussy wet. She was kicking so hard and making so much noise. I didn’t want anyone to find her and help her. So I slid my fingers into her pussy. I started playing with her pussy making sure she was going to cum before she kicked the bucket lol. I was finger fucking her hard! Slamming 3 of my fingers deep in her pussy and using her vibrating tooth brush to tease her pussy. She stopped kicking and started swinging back and forth. She was loving having her pussy played with as she slipped away to hell! After she stopped moving, I grabbed the tooth brush and used it to play with my own pussy!

Ivy

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My Dark Fantasies are Often Realities

dark fantasiesWhat are your dark fantasies? I have a lot of them. I have a pretty bad coke habit. It puts me in contact with some rather unsavory people. People who make me do things that other women would never do. I think years of swallowing piss, getting gang banged in the ass, BDSM games and eating shit has made me go into an abyss. I was at a real low this weekend. All out of coke and all out of money. I was desperate. I went to the junkie part of town to find this one dude known for helping sexy MILFs out with a fix. He is known as a sick and twisted fuck, but when you need something he can supply, beggars can’t be choosers.  I hate going to that part of town. I did it though because I am an addict. I found him in this skanky warehouse that resembled something out of the Saw movies. Feces, blood, vomit, and even cum stained the floors and the walls. The smell was wretched. I thought I might toss my cookies just inhaling the vapors. I found G. That is all anyone knows him by; just an initial. He knew me; knew of my trashy reputation despite living in a gated suburb. I told him my predicament. He asked what I would do in exchange for a bump. “Anything,” I replied. Before I could speak again, one of his goons dragged me into a dirty bathroom. He forced me to clean the disgusting floor with my tongue. He made it clear that I was trash despite where I lived, therefore I was going to be treated appropriately. I was sick to my stomach. That was not enough to score me my bump. Every junkie in the place got to fuck me first. I likely left that warehouse a cesspool of bacteria, but I left with what I came for, so it was worth it.

Dirty Mommy Blair

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Valentine’s Day Dark Fantasies

dark FantasiesI have some dark fantasies for a suburban slut wife. I mean most of my days are spent fucking around on my husband and spending his money. The Internet gets darker every day. I was looking at some porn last week and came across a dark desires website. It was more in the fashion of erotic confessions. Bored housewives revealing their dark desires to random strangers. I thought, what would be the harm in this? I shared my rape fantasy. I have always dreamt of a tall dark handsome stranger with a horse cock breaking into the house and taking me in the ass. Maybe even tying me up first for some bondage games. Anyway, I shared my confession, listened to some others, then went to get fucked. A week later, my exact fantasy came true. I was in the kitchen when the dog started barking this morning. I went to see what was going on but I got jumped before I made it to the foyer. I screamed, but a hand was firmly placed over my mouth. The strong masked intruder pulled me in closer to him so he could whisper in my ear: “I know your darkest desires Sheila.” He spun me around so quickly, I was dazed. Even, a bit confused. Was I in a realistic dream? He blindfolded me, then strapped me to a chair. He used my vibrator on me, only full blast. Sort of warp speed on my clit. It hurt a little, a lot, actually. “Fine line between pleasure and pain, slut,” he seethed into my ear. After I made a mess squirting, he untied me, bent me over the couch and fucked my ass. I love it rough in my ass. I confessed that on that site. Surely whomever this was, was the man I talked to, but how did he find me? After he dumped a load of cum deep in my asshole, he revealed himself to me. It was my stepson. I left the I pad on and he read my fantasy. Decided to give me a rape phone sex fantasy for Valentine’s Day. It was a wicked hot present.

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Dirty Step Mom Sheila

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I have such dark fantasies, is that normal?

dark fantasiesI have such dark fantasies about being hurt and degraded, is that normal? Should I be thinking these thoughts every night? I dream about men coming to my house when I’m asleep, they break in to my house and force me to do all sorts of degrading things before they kill me. They make me choke on their cocks and they fuck my every hole. They beat me and break my bones and choke me unconscious, sometimes they force huge objects like bottles or a baseball bat in my ass until I scream but still  I wake up every time with my panties soaking wet! I guess I must be a sick person because of this, it can’t be normal! I’m obsessed with the thought of making this all real, I need a man to come and use me, hurt me, make me a nasty whore!

Subby Slut Cheryl

855-498-6921

Taboo Role Play: What is Your Favorite?

taboo role playWhat is your favorite taboo role play? I have so many it is hard to decide on a favorite. I will share a few of my favorite taboo calls with you. I love accomplice sex calls. I can be your partner, but I can never be your bitch. I am no one’s bitch period. The kind of accomplice calls I enjoy most are the ones where we hunt, force fuck and torture little girls and boys. You see, I lack any maternal instincts. I hate brats. They are whiny, germy little soul sucking spawns of Satan. Anytime I see young or teen girls at the mall, I have very sick and twisted thoughts about doing serious harm, permanent harm to them. Do you share my thoughts? I love the tears and screams of little ones, especially as I watch them being stabbed by your big throbbing cock.

I also enjoy castration calls. That is something of a hobby for me. Men have been paying me for years to remove their junk. I grew up on a farm castrating cattle and sheep. Removing male nuts is no different than removing animal nuts; in fact it is quite a bit easier. I recognize that testicles are for winners.  Winners include men with big cocks. Men who are not misogynistic assholes. Men who work for a living and don’t expect a woman to do all the bread earning. I have a special castration chair I made from an old electrocution chair. It straps a loser in securely, separates his balls from his dick and prevents him from convulsing. If you get a boner from knowing I am a junk removal specialist, I think it’s time I separate your balls from your dick.

Finally, I really love torture phone sex calls. I get off on gore and pain. So something wicked bloody makes my pussy drip. I have a wide array of torture devices to use too from the modern to the medieval.  As long as it is taboo and sadistic, I will enjoy being your accomplice or your tormentor.

Sadistic Bitch Venus

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Welcome to the world of my dark fantasies

dark fantasiesWelcome to the world of my dark fantasies but be warned, there is no boring ass vanilla sex here! I am not all about fucking or “making love”, no my dark fantasies are all about murder and blood and torture! I hope that your dark fantasies match mine… I hope that we both would enjoy taking a little whore and bringing her back to our private place for a little fun. We can strap her to the table and pull out her nails one by one before breaking the small bones in her fingers and toes… and I won’t be forgetting to pull all of her teeth either, I want you to be able to fuck her mouth without being bitten. Then we can move on to the bigger bones, we’ll break those with my hammer until they are crushed into powder! When she is laying there like a little squashed bug we can force her fuck holes open… ALL her fuck holes, not just her pussy! In fact, we may even make some new holes for us to fuck, big gashes in her skin that you can shove your cock in just to hear her scream. I wonder how long she will last, how many hours it will take for her to bleed out and slip away, hopefully her little body will give us hours of pleasure before she escapes us in death. We can make it last as long as her weak little body will hold up and after she dies, we will paint each others bodies with her blood and fuck on her tiny little body! She will be our perfect little toy for as long as we wish but she will will be far from our last victim, I am quite sure that there will be many many more after her!

Wicked Willow

855-426-1208

Dark fantasies make the best phone sex!

dark fantasiesWe all have dark fantasies, some of us are just a little more open with ours than other people are. Personally, I don’t think I should be forced to hide my dark side, I flaunt it loud and proud because I am one wicked bitch! I don’t believe in mercy or kindness, I am all about being as viscous as I possibly can to every person I come across. Why be nice when I could be merciless and evil instead? I want to get a nice young bitch, someone completely innocent and naive because that just makes it hotter for me. I want to scare her a little at first, make her think that there is a shred of hope  that she could get away even though there is no way out for her. I want her to run a little and exhaust herself, eventually she will end up curled up in a corner sobbing and shaking with fear completely unable to move. That is when I will scoop her up and lay her out on my table and strap her ass down. She will be violated and all of her fuck holes will be torn and bleeding… and any faith in god that she may have had will be completely gone! By the end she will beg for her death and she will do anything I ask her to do. I’m sure that she would still be hoping for a miracle, hoping that someone, anyone would rescue her but trust me, there was no hope for this bitch from the moment I laid my hands on her! She was dead as soon as she got in my car… she just didn’t know it yet. I never leave witnesses, I only leave bruised and battered bodies. What can I say? I am pure evil and I will never be anything else!

Accomplice Ava

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