Dark fantasies are all I have these days. I have never been a vanilla girl. In fact, I eat vanilla girls for breakfast. My fantasies run sick and twisted, just like me. The difference between me and my callers, is that there is always some shred of truth between my fantasies and my real experiences. Most of my callers cannot even dream up some of the shit I have actually done; however, I have a few callers who are as depraved as I am and I love that about them. You do not have to be a dominant man to play in my world. I like talking with men as my accomplices as well as with men as my victims. As long as you know I am always a sick bitch in charge, we should have a great time regardless if you are my partner in crime or my victim.
Sam called me with a snuff fantasy. A pretty dark one too. Sam has a pathetic existence. Unhappy marriage, dead end job, debt up to his eyeballs and a small dick. Curious about his fantasy? He wanted to be cooked alive and eaten by me and my girlfriends. Of course, he wanted us to savor on his cock and balls especially. I love castration and cannibalism fantasies. This fantasy, gave me both combined. I basted Sam after I shaved him. Hair smells awful when burned, so when prepping a man for a meal, that is the first order of business. After he is cleaned, you baste him in a butter sauce. It helps soften the skin and make it taste better. I spit roasted Sam over an open flame like he was a pig at a Hawaiian Luau. He cooked slowly, evenly and very painfully. I cut off his cock and balls once he was done roasting. We ate his cock and balls first before carving him up like a Thanksgiving bird. He was very yummy. I think Hannibal Lector would have enjoyed him too.
I told you I was a sick bitch. What is your extreme taboo role play?
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