When I get high, I masturbate to a risky taboo role play. My fantasies run dark. And I will be the first one to admit that. Rough sex, violent sex, forced sex…. All that extreme shit runs through my head. But when I get high, I often put myself into dangerous situations that are reality not fantasy. I am a risk taker. Over the weekend, I needed more coke than my regular dealer had on him. Holiday weekends mean extra teen boys in the house. And I need some energy to keep up with horny teen boys.
So, I went to this other dealer. He will trade me for coke. But he’s a much more violent man than my regular dealer. I take a gamble with my life every time I go to him. And I know one of these days will be my last visit to him because he might snuff me out. I thought my dark fantasies seemed dark. They cannot hold a candle to this guy’s morbid fantasies.
One Day I May End Up Dead
He wanted me to play dead while he fucked me. If I breathed or moved, he punched me. And I thought I might not be convincing enough as a corpse to survive him. But I guess I learned quickly after a few punches what he wanted. Necrophilia never turned me on, but I will act like a dead whore for any man who wants to give me coke in exchange.
He strangled me until I passed out. And that’s when he started to fuck me harder. Hands around my throat tightened with each thrust. Eventually, I passed out again. He’s smack me back awake just to strangle me again. I have ligature marks all around my throat from his strangle fantasy. One of these days, I will end up dead. But a coke whore’s need for coke outweighs her common sense every time.









When it comes to snuff porn, I’m a perfectionist. I’m all about the details, and I make sure to always make Master proud. I take great care to make sure my partners are real messy, with blood and gore covering every inch of their bodies. There’s something about the sight of blood that gets me soaking wet, and I make sure to really enjoy myself.




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