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Dark Fantasies Devour My Dreams

Dark Fantasies

When I lay down and dry and sleep, my dark fantasies creep into my dreams. I can’t escape the brutal images that plague me, though holy fuck do they turn me on. It’s like I’m drawn into a dark room where I can watch young little barbie dolls force fucked and abused as if they were worth nothing more than toilet paper. The lucky ones get force fed shit. The others? Get force fed live mice, and razor blades. Sometimes the men sit around and jerk their cock all over a girl who’s throat is slit from the inside out. I can’t help but rub my cunt in my sleep as I witness these wild acts of violence and peril. Sometimes, I’m the one with a knife and I’m slicing off little cocks, and nipples, and taking their tongues as trophies to dry in my little lab. I get even wetter when I’m the one sliding a slick steel blade right into their rib cage, making them gasp for breath and pulling out in a bloody spray of confetti as I twist away from the punctured lung. I never knew I had such a dark fetish when I was younger, but it seems I grew into it now.

Dark Fetish


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