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Dark Fantasies Become Even Darker When I Party

dark fantasiesDark fantasies I never mind exploring with men who call me. When I party, my mind goes to very dark places. Places I honestly didn’t even know existed in their recesses of my mind. To my family, I’m just a soccer mom. Not exactly a boring vanilla one because I do fuck my boys. However, they don’t know about my dark desires.

And nobody understands what I’m willing to do for cocaine. The things I’ve let men do to me and the way I’ve let them violate me. You might think I’m crazy. But I’m just a pain slut. And a coke whore. So, I enjoy fulfilling men’s dark needs to satisfy my cocaine habit. I’ve made snuff porn and I’ve let men explore their most violent rape phone sex fantasies with me too.

Over this weekend, I let eight men violate me. I made a gang bang porn with some of the biggest cocks I’ve ever seen. But if you know anything about me, you know my holes can handle it. Well, I thought they could handle it. If they took their turns and fucked me one cock at a time in a hole, maybe I wouldn’t be sitting in a bag of frozen peas right now. They didn’t want to turn me into their three-hole whore. They want to turn me into an eight-cock whore.

My Mind Gets Dark When I Party

Three dicks in my pussy, two dicks in my ass and three cocks in my mouth. I thought my jaw might break. My ass did prolapse. And my pussy looks like I just gave birth to triplets. It’s so wide I think your head would fit up my cunt right now.

It’s not what I signed up for. But I needed that money to buy coke. So, I let them use me for hours. By the time it ended, I could barely crawl to my clothes. Cum oozed out of all my holes. My asshole hung out my body. And I couldn’t shut my mouth.

I’ll take a snuff fantasy over the phone any day over this violent shit I endure for coke money. Good thing I’m a fucked-up druggie soccer mom. I lead a duplicitous life. But I know one day my family will find out about the dark depraved shit I’ve done in my life.

Taboo Mommy Blair

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Bloody phone sex makes my evil pussy creamy and hot!

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I’m in a fucked up mood and want to tell you about the last time I snuffed out a young party slut. It was one of the hottest experiences of my life! I was fucking this guy that was into extreme gore, just like I am. He came over to fuck one night and had brought me a surprise. She was super young and already too fucked up to even stand up straight. He spiked her drink and had her so faded that she was on the verge of passing out when they made it to my place. We dragged her inside and got started on her right away.

 I stripped her naked and held her down while my boyfriend ripped into her tight virgin ass with his big dick.

Blood poured from her gaped shithole. While he was pounding into her ass, I fist fucked her tiny cunt so that I could stroke his dick inside of her. Blood and pussy juice streaked down my hand so I licked it up and went back to fisting her. She would have been screaming except I slit her throat so, she just gurgled and spit up frothy, red foam.

I bit and chewed on her tiny, pink nipples while her ass was getting prolapsed by that big, thick cock. He pulled his blood covered dick out of her asshole, stuffed it in my mouth and let me suck it clean. The taste of that little bitch’s blood on his fat meat stick made my pussy drip. I sucked his dick clean and then bent over her mutilated body while he fucked me. His dick pumped deep in my whore cunt while I strangled the last little bit of life from that little bitch. She wasn’t my first victim and won’t be my last. She was one of my favorites though.

Toni

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Dark fantasies with an evil accomplice bitch

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Call and tell me what I should do to the guy that I have chained up to a table in my basement. I’m usually an accomplice but something came up with this guy. He tried to slip something in my drink at the bar and payback is a bitch. I slipped something in his drink instead. Some shit that’s way more powerful than anything he could ever find on the street.

I brought him back to my place just in time for him to black out and collapse.

He’ll be waking up soon and facing what he thought was his victim only to realize that he’s mine.

I’m going to scorch his toes with a blow torch and then snip them off with bolt cutters. Same with his fingers. I should probably cut his tongue out before I staple his nuts to the table with my industrial stapler. The sound of pained screams does make my cunt drip though. Slitting his sack open and taking each nut out to force feed him is next.

Give me instructions on how to really torture him. Maybe I should whip him until his skin is hanging off of him in big shreds. Should we slice him up or just cut into him and snatch out whatever organs I can grab?

I want him fading out in the corner while I use his blood to finger fuck my cunt for you.

 

Toni

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Dark Fantasies Serve as a Wake-Up Call to Self-Entitled Bitches

dark fantasiesMy dark fantasies run darker than most people can imagine. I’m not some vanilla girlfriend with a dark side. I am the dark side. And my mind works overload when I meet someone deserving of mutilation or death. This vain coed walked into a Golf bar and started insulting everybody for looking like corpses. She’s not a sadistic bitch like me. She’s just a mean girl. But she’s a mean girl for no reason. All my kills and the folks that I torture deserve it.

So, I followed this bitch home to her crappy little apartment and decided to teach her some manners. Show her that her mean girl behavior comes with consequences. I wanted to snuff her out. And I think perhaps a jury would find me not guilty because the bitch had it coming. But I wanted this one to live with the constant reminder of what her bad behavior earned her.

This is no taboo role play. I mutilated that woman with my knife. I carved ugly on her forehead. So, until she dies, she will be reminded of her ugly soul. Plus, I carved rather crude names on her tits and her belly to scare off potential suitors. And I cut up her face because she seemed too full of her own self.

Some Bitches Deserve a Constant Reminder of Their Bad Behavior

This little bitch acted like a bitch because of her own insecurities. That’s not a justification for treating Goth girls like crap. I wore an executioner’s mask. So, I felt secure she couldn’t pick me out in a lineup. I’m not dumb. If they see my face, they die.

This girl never saw my face. And I’m glad because I wanted her to live with the torture and constant emotional pain of realizing no skin graft can fix these scars. Perhaps now she better understands how her actions come with consequences. She can’t just walk into a Goth bar and insult the patrons and walk out.

Not my Goth bar at least. I’m the avenger. I don’t do fantasy. Unless of course you have a snuff fantasy then we can explore it. But I’m not the girl you call for the girlfriend experience. However, I am the one you call if you’re a pain slut or you’re in need of a sick accomplice.

Sadistic Bitch Venus

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Dark Fantasies Rule My Mind With Insidious Grit and Pleasure

The belt tightens around my throat, and my cunt gushes instantly. After all dark fantasies rule my cunt.
Consequently, every cell in my body knows exactly what I am.
Ultimately, just a fucktoy built for destruction.
Inevitably, a breathing vessel for cock and cum and nothing else.
Furthermore, Master calls me his bimbo Barbie. Simply put, plastic and pretty and completely hollow inside. As he says, my vacant eyes make the perfect canvas for his darkest needs.
Therefore, when his fingers curl around my windpipe, I simply smile and get even wetter.
Moreover, the asphyxiation games started mildly. With his palm pressed flat against my mouth while he rutted into me. Then came the belt.
Even a rope. But the plastic bag with a cute little pink ribbon tied around the opening really had me gushing.
Essentially, each session pushed further. Deeper. Closer to that final edge.
Additionally, I’ve become an accomplice in my own demise. Oftentimes, I hand him the tools. Then I position myself exactly how he likes.
Moreover, I beg prettily for more pressure, less air, harder thrusts. Truth is, my survival instinct died long ago. Now only the hunger remains.
Last night, he brought a friend. So, they took turns choking me while the other fucked my throat.
Consequently, my vision blurred into static, and my body convulsed in what could have been death or orgasm.
Honestly, I couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

Finally, Dark Fantasies Consume Me Completely.

Now, I dream of his hands closing permanently. Of my last breath being his exhale. Moreover, my final sensation was that of his hot seed flooding my ruined insides.
Therefore, I exist in the space between life and death. Simply, a vessel for pleasure and pain. His plastic bimbo doll to dress up and break down.
Moreover, when the belt finally cinches too tight, I’ll thank him with my dying breath. Because bimbos like me don’t deserve happy endings.
We deserve exactly what we get.
Dark fantasies

Dark Fantasy Babe Geneva

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Dark Fantasies : A Beautiful Feast of Fascinating Death

Dark fantasies offer up a dark pleasure of insidious nature. In fact as the Evil Satanic goddess I am, there is no pleasure stronger than stealing ones life.

The hunt is over. Now comes the Dark fantasies feast—the last drop of life still pulsing through your veins. This Satanic game where I carve my name into your marrow is your destiny.
First off, you’re bound, broken, bleeding across the concrete. Therefore, I kneel beside you to taste that final shudder.
So, I drag the flat of my blade across your chest. ultimately, painting a crimson stripe from collarbone to navel. Meanwhile, your skin splits with a whisper. Then, the fat and muscle parting beneath the steel. Meanwhile, you gasp, and I catch that sound in my mouth, swallow it whole. As your blood pools in the shallow trench I’ve opened.  Now, I press my lips to the wound, drinking deep.

Dark Fantasies of Murder Are Delicious

Then, I find the rhythm of your dying heart—a frantic drumbeat I’ve stolen from your ribs. Essentially, I slide my fingers between the torn flesh, hook them around bone, and pull. With a crack, the echoes vibrate through the alley. Ultimately, your body arches against the ropes. So, I rip the ribs apart like a cage, exposing the wet, glistening organ beneath.
Finally, your eyes roll back, but I slap your face, demanding you witness your own undoing.
After that, I curl my hand around your still-beating heart. It throbs against my palm, hot and desperate, and I squeeze—just enough to make you scream. Now, your blood gushes over my wrist, dripping between my fingers in thick, black-red rivulets. Next, I lean close, let you smell your own death on my breath. “This is the last drop,” I whisper, “the feast I’ve been starving for.”
Dark fantasies

Depraved Gothic Morticia

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Tell Stephanie your most evil and dark fantasies

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The dark fantasies that plague your mind are what make my panties wet and my hot pussy tingle. I’m the whore that men come to when they’re ready to finally act on their most evil impulses. Who is it in your life that you want to see suffer?

I just finished helping a daddy snuff out his entire family after months of planning. We could do the same with yours.

We started with his wife. He wanted her out of the way for when he went after his little girls next.

I woke her up by wrapping my panties around her throat and strangling her while her husband fucked me.

His hard dick slammed deep into my cunt as her eyes bulged out and her face changed colors.

She was limp and lifeless long before he was finished pounding my tight cunt. We finished fucking while her body went cold and then moved on to their brats next.

Those little bitches were precious and innocent. Twins whose heads I bashed in after their Daddy used them like fuck dolls. They were adorable before I smashed their skulls and let their father scramble their brains.

I held them down and forced their legs open. He wanted to just tear into them but I made him go slow and drag it out. Listening to them cry and plead with him to stop was music to my ears.

He kissed the youngest softly and promised that he wouldn’t hurt her. Once he had her all calmed down, he shoved the entire length of his dick into her bald cunt. She screamed and blood poured from her now ripped open pussy. After stroking his dick with her a few times, he tossed her off to the side so that he could plow into the other one. He ripped into her the same way except she knew what was coming.

He held that one face down in my cunt while he tore her into one big gaped hole. He had no use for the little brats once their fuck holes were destroyed but I still wanted to play with them.

That’s when I took my bat and smashed each of their heads in.

Their Daddy jerked his cock while I beat those little bitches to sleep.

Call me and we’ll talk about him sliding his dick into their bashed open skulls and scrambling their brains with his cock.

Stephanie

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So many Dark fantasies, so little time, choke me

Dark fantasies A girl can have Dark fantasies too! I been dreaming of this roleplay where I’m the victim of a serial killer.

There was this guy a long time ago, BTK, he would would sneak into homes and when they least expected it he would attack them.

He would tie up the man if there was on and then have fun with the girl. BTK was really into bondage. That’s why he had that name in the first place, Bind, torture, kill.

The thought of being his victim gets me so wet.

So I am looking for an older Daddy, who kind looks like him. Doesn’t have to be the spitting image, but gotta be balding and wear glasses.

He’s also a pretty big guy too. I dream of him, of you, waking me up in my bed with your hand over my mouth and a knife against my throat.

You are totally cold, evil to the bone and you tie me up and hang me from the ceiling like he did with his first kills. I will be hanging there, hopelessly, like the piece of meat I am and torture me with no limits. I really want to suffer! Cut me, whip me, oh and please tie a rope around my neck and choke the shit out of me.

While you are doing all of this I want you to jerk your cock off and call me names. In my Taboo role play I want to be totally destroyed. Break me down and really make me think you are going to go to the next level, kill.

Marley

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Dark Fantasies Are The Ultimate Rush and The Best Time

Dark fantasies that most people are too afraid to admit they have, those are what I thrive on. First of all, nothing gets my heart racing and my pussy wetter than a real snuff fantasy.
You know, the kind you keep locked in the darkest corner of your mind? Those that you can’t stop thinking about, no matter how hard you try.
Of course, I love it when you finally confess it to me. After that, I pull you deeper, making you describe every twisted detail. For instance, how you’d overpower me, how you’d use my body.
Even though you’d watch the light slowly fade from my eyes while you’re still buried deep inside me. Consequently, I moan and touch myself while you talk. Ultimately,feeding your fantasy until it consumes us both.
Next, I become your willing victim in the fantasy.

Dark Fantasies are What I Crave To Cum With

Therefore, I beg you to tell me exactly how you’d choke me. Every detail. And how you’d fuck me harder as I struggle. Let me know how you’d keep going even after my body goes limp.
Plus, I love the moment you describe finishing inside my still-warm corpse. As you essentially use me one final time.Without any discerning care.
The ultimate object of your darkest desire.
Obviously, it’s the taboo, the danger, the complete surrender.  Ultimately, there’s nothing hotter than playing out a snuff fantasy with someone who craves it as badly as I do.
I’m right here, ready and waiting. Tell me your deepest, most forbidden snuff fantasy. Describe every brutal detail. Let me be the girl who finally lets you play it out in your mind… and maybe even in real life if you’re brave enough. Dark fantasies are the ultimate rush.
Are you ready to lose yourself in one with me?
Dark fantasies

Dark Fantasy Babe Geneva

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Extreme Snuff Stories Gets Darker While You Choke Layla Out

Extreme Snuff Stories

I didn’t expect my day to end with cold steel around my wrists and your heavy boots echoing against the floorboards, but here I am, your brand new toy. My breath catches in my throat as you drag me into the center of the room, my trembling knees barely keeping me upright. You tell me I belong to you now, and the way you look at me makes my skin crawl and burn all at once. 

My mind wanders to the extreme snuff stories I’ve whispered about in the dark, but nothing prepared me for the weight of your actual hands on my skin. I’m just a helpless little thing, aren’t I? A busty little prize with my heavy titties spilling out of my torn top, swaying with every sob I try to choke back. You don’t want my tears, though; you want my total surrender.

You step close, smelling of sweat and authority, and suddenly your thick fingers are wrapping around my firm neck. You aren’t gentle. You squeeze until the world starts to blur at the edges, and I can feel the pulse thumping wildly in my throat against your palm. I should be terrified, but as the air thins, a traitorous moan escapes my lips. It feels so good to be handled so roughly.

 I look up at you with wide, glassy eyes, watching your expression shift as you realize how much I’m enjoying the pressure. You growl, tightening your grip, and I can see the bulge in your pants hardening right before my eyes. My own body is betraying me, my core slicking with heat because you’re choosing to break me. The room spins as you finally let go, only to shove me hard onto my back. 

I hit the mattress with a thud, my chest heaving as I desperately try to pull air back into my lungs. My nipples are hard and sensitive, peaking toward the ceiling while I lay there exposed and vulnerable. You don’t give me a second to recover. You strip down, your massive cock pulsing and ready to punish me for being such a good, submissive girl.

You dive between my thighs, pinning my arms above my head so I can’t even move. Then, you start to fuck my brains out. Every thrust is deep, violent, and perfect. I’m lost in the sensation of you claiming every inch of me, my head tossing back and forth against the pillow. I’m your personal slave, your property, and I’ll take every bit of this rough treatment until I can’t scream anymore. You’re ruining me, and I never want you to stop.

Layla

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