I have dark fantasies about castration. I think testicles and the ability to procreate are privileges not every male deserves. Few deserve this right. When I met Bruce, I wanted to kill him. He was one of these Make America Great again misogynistic assholes who thinks all women should be in the kitchen bare foot and pregnant. Do I look like the kind of woman who takes orders from a man? I was minding my own business at the bar when he started talking politics with me. I am not a political person. All parties suck. I am more of an anarchist. He spewed a bunch of racist and sexist shit and I told him to get lost. Then he went on this rant about me being a dyke. I told him I would rather eat pussy than suck a small dick attached to a stupid prick. He kept coming at me. I killed him brutally in my head a thousand different ways. I decided he had to die. I wanted to torture him first. I followed the dickhead home. He went to a hotel. More like a no tell motel. Perfect. He was from out of town. Chances were no one in that bar new who he was. I am a bold bitch. I walked up to his room, knocked on the door. The stupid fuck thought I wanted to fuck him. I went with it because it got me in the door. The pig thinks every woman wants to fuck him. I wouldn’t fuck him if he was the last guy on earth, but I didn’t tell him that until he had his hard cock out. Much easier to castrate a loser with an erection. He never saw it coming either. I pulled out a big knife, yanked his cock and sliced his balls off. I decided to take the dick too so he would bleed out slowly and painfully. I put a ball gag in his mouth, so no would hear him scream. I am sure he bled out. What is your taboo role play?
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