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Dark Fantasies about Castration

dark fantasiesI have many dark fantasies. What about you? Mine you may not like. I have a thing for getting rid of family jewels.  I am not a man hater though. Not a day goes by that some one does not call me a man hating bitch. I love men. BUT, I do have a lot of requirements for men. Do not over sell yourself. Do not brag about a big dick if it’s under 8 inches and do not call it a dick at all if it is under 5 inches. Do not try to impose yourself on women without their consent. Do not be a tool. Pretty basic rules, I think. Sort of just like common sense and common decency.  Yet, every day, some guy violates one of my basic rules. Now, if I check them and they see the error of their ways and go away, they can keep their family jewels. If they are dumbasses who decide to call me a dumb bitch or a man hating cunt, then they get castrated. They never see it coming either. I am a Goth chick, but I am tiny. I started carrying a big knife back in high school to scare away the losers who tried to bully me. My grandpa said walk tall and carry a big stick. My big stick has always been a huge knife. I take no shit from anyone. Last night, I met a man who pushed my boundaries, and he lost his balls. I did not get his name. He grabbed my boob as I was trying to order a drink. Who the fuck grabs a woman’s breast out of the blue? A man who wants his junk removed, that is who. I let him think I was going take him home to fuck, and I cut his balls off in his car because I had my big knife with me. While he was bleeding all over his back seat and crying like a bitch, I turned his balls into a rear-view mirror ornament. He will never grab a woman’s tits again. He will never fuck again either. I am full of ball torture stories.


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