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Fisting Dark Fantasies

dark fantasiesOne of my many dark fantasies is that I am your fisting whore. I am an anal sex whore, so I am always putting things up my ass. Sometimes, I put something wicked big like the big end of a beer bottle inside my rosebud. I like to be stretched out. I have a well used cunt. My pussy lips hang so low you could tie them in a bow. In fact, I might like that. I am a pain slut too. I got really high last night thinking about fisting. I had done a call with a guy whose taboo role play was having a mommy whore like me get fisted by a school of boys and girls. I was to be punished by the principal of the school for flashing my used up vagina to school boys. I bent over the principal’s desk getting my cunt and ass fisted by little boys and girls. It was such a hot fantasy call that I needed to recreate it. But how? I was home alone. I got out the Vaseline from the medicine cabinet, lubed up my hand and worked my fist into my own ass. I had a vibrator up my cunt to simulate double penetration. I was soaking wet. I left my rings on my finger so my ass would hurt even more. I don’t know if it was the coke or just that I have a kinky mind, but I loved twisting my fist into my own dirty ass. When I pulled my fist out, it was shit covered. I guess I could have washed my hands, but I like to be humiliated too. I licked my hand clean of all the shit. I am a sick bitch. But if you are reading my blog still, I think you like sick bitches!

Dark Fantasies Blair

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Dark fantasies I Can’t See

Dark fantasies

I knew you always had a crush on me. That cute next door neighbor kid, to young to fuck but still see all those hearts and stars in your eyes. I never thought though that you were as bad as you were. If I had known I may have stopped you, been a bitch, not been so friendly and teasing to fan those flames for fun. I may not be wishing I was dead right now if I had. I was in bed when you started. It began with a gunshot and a blast of warmth and sharp pin pricks on my face. I couldn’t comprehend that it was my husband’s brains, blood, and skull that covered my face. That the masked man who dragged me out of bed by the hair screaming was you. You hit me in the forehead with the butt of the gun. Making the world spin and go black. I don’t know what you did to me next but I woke up in a room. My head pounding, the sickly yellow light from the ceiling burning holes in my retinas. I tried to cover my eyes but I was tied down. It felt like a hospital bed and the softness of the cuffs made me think of medical restraints. You were fidgeting, looking worried as if I wouldn’t wake up. I asked, my voice cracking with dehydration. “What happened? Is Mark okay? Where are we?” you jumped up, hushing me. Rubbing my hair back from my face as if you were comforting me. “You’re mine now.” you said. “I saw how much you wanted me. I had to make sure that Mark couldn’t come and take you back. You’re my wife now.” you grinned. “Isn’t that great. I’m going to make you so happy.” you said, your voice off and lilted like the edge of hysteria was teasing around your edges. I couldn’t help it, my eyes filled with tears and I began to sob. “Oh no no no.” You begged, your hands touching my face. Your lips on my forehead. “I can’t stand to see you cry. Your eyes are so sad… I can’t give you back though. Now that I have you. We’ll just have to fit it.” and it wasn’t till then I felt a real sense of fear and dread. Watching as you go to a kit in the corner and come back with a straight edge. “What are you doing? No… No stop!” I begged, closing my eyes tight. “It’s okay love. I’ll take care of you now. You’re mine forever.” and with that you pried open my eyes and I got to watch that shiny sharp razor gets closer and closer to my eye until with a sickening squelch and a pressure that made me scream the world went dark. Then the other. Cut out as if they were nothing more than a nut in a shell. “There! Now you can’t look at me so sad.” the pleasure in your voice made me shudder and I tried to cry but I couldn’t tell what was tears and what was blood. Then I heard a zipper. “You’re so beautiful…” a pressure on the mattress. Knees shoving my legs apart. “I can’t wait till you understand. We are happily ever after until death do us part and now it’s time to consummate our love.”

Don't Kill me Erin

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I had no choice I had to kill him

dark fantasiesI had no choice, I had to kill him! What else could I do when he disrespected me so much? Was I supposed to just let him get away with that shit? Naw man, I’m not the one that lets shit like that go! I let him think he got away with it at first… I even walked away as he taunted me! I knew that he wouldn’t be talking shit for long at all. I broke into his house and waited for him to come home and go to sleep,that stupid son of a bitch sleeps like the dead so it was real simple to tie him to the bed without waking him up. Then I set the bed on fire and waited. It didn’t take long before he woke up screaming and begging me to untie him but I just stood there watching until the smoke got too thick. People should really learn to treat me with respect!

Accomplice Ava

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Taboo role play beyond Science

Taboo role play

My dreams have been getting so weird lately. I’d never have considered myself a necrophiliac but all my sex dreams have revolved around the undead. Last night I had this dream about how I was a guinea pig, given aphrodisiacs injected straight into my clit by this group of doctors. All of them in hats, goggles, and masks so I can’t see any of their faces. The drug making me ache and scream to be touched and fucked… Well, it seems I wasn’t the experiment at all as I heard a clicking come across the tile floor unlike anything I’d ever heard of. Heard the metallic ting of something hard touching metal and a cold pressure as something pressed into me. I stopped my writing long enough to look up to see the grinning face of death above me. The skull studying me as I felt something hard and unyielding press against my pussy. Humping me as if it had a cock. The pelvis bone getting more and more slippery as it collected my arousal and the thick hard bone pressing and rubbing my clit in a way that made me want to scream and cum at the same time. I was so lost on how to feel but this skeleton obviously wanted to be the lover I needed so I embraced him… her… it. I wasn’t sure, but I opened my legs for it, screaming in pleasure as the first orgasm ripped through me. The skeleton showed no signs of being close itself and kept humping and humping. It was too much with my over sensitive clit and I find myself crying, screaming, the pleasure turning into burning as another orgasm was forced from my body. I lost count of the orgasms by the time I woke up, my entire world having blurred into the sensations running through my body and my skeletal lover. But… My pussy was so sore to the touch and I had rope burn on my wrists… What did this mean? Was I really dreaming?

Living Dead Girl Lacey

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My Dark Fantasies Need an Accomplice

dark fantasiesDark fantasies are all I have floating around in my head. Look at me? Do I look like the kind of girl who would stand in line to see a Disney film? I am a dark bitch. I have done some dark things in my life; had even darker fantasies. My most recent one involves you. I need an accomplice to make it a reality. I don’t like little brats. I lack the maternal instinct. I see a little girl and I think she should be forced fucked then snuffed. That is where you come in. I have no interest in little girls other than snuffing them out. But, if I am going to kill a little whiny princess, you might as well enjoy her virgin tight holes first, right? I hear jail bait is the tightest thing your cock will ever feel. It is like a vice grip on your junk. Imagine fucking a little girl; splitting her little pussy wide open. I would even hold her down for you. You don’t have to worry about her talking to the police. That is where I come in.  I have lots of knives and shovels. I can bury a little body where no one will ever discover her. You just do the fucking and I will do the killing.

Dark Desires Venus

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Dark fantasies Summoning the Dark Lord

Dark fantasies No one told me it’d be this to make my dark fantasies come true and to be a necromancer and summon our Dark Lord to this world… But here I was at the last steps. I had killed a holy man and left him to rot in darkness so now he was nothing but a bad smelling pile of bones held together by dried bits of skin. I brought him inside and prepared him to commit sins within death and prepped the leather belt I made with our Lord’s symbol on it and placed it around my neck. I had to put myself at death’s door while forcing this committed sin all at the same time. So as I began the mantra, pulling at the belt on my neck, grinding my hips against the pelvis bone of the holy man… I went from a sense of nausea to power flowing through me. Taking over my body, my arm pulled up and hard. Cutting off my airway and making it so I couldn’t breathe as the skeletons fucking hands came up and gripped my hips! I wasn’t expecting that but there was nothing I could do now. I couldn’t talk and I was just a puppet. I felt a cock begin to form, pushing itself into my pussy, the mythical cock had a pointed tip that brutally poked and forced itself straight into my womb, prying open my cervix to get there and making me scream in pain against the belt that was killing me. The holy man pounded at my pussy, the rattling of bones the only sound other than my labored gasps and gurgles. I don’t know how long it lasted… I could only see spots, the world turning into a fuzzy black burning abyss as I felt the cock twitch inside of me. Filling me and filling me with whatever magic jizz this holy man had. Making my stomach and womb stretch as the world faded to black and I lose that touch with consciousness. I don’t know how long I was out until I woke up… I hurt everywhere and felt as if I had been beaten. I was laying in a puddle of… I’m not sure and although my stomach had shrunk I could feel a tightness in it that swam and fluttered when I poked it. The holy man was gone and so was my belt… But I did have a new brand of a pentagram above my heart… So I’m pretty sure that means I’m going to be the mother of our Dark Lord. What an honor.

Darkling Katelyn

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Are your dark fantasies as fucked up as mine are?

dark fantasiesAre your dark fantasies as fucked up as mine are baby? Do you dream of seeing girls boiled alive or set on fire? Do you wish you could skin a bitch like you peel an orange? Or maybe you just want to straight up beat that fucking bitch to death while you fuck her? Mmmmm baby, if that made your dick hard you are definitely the man for me! I love to watch stupid little whores suffer for me, I want them to scream and cry and beg for their mothers while I fuck them to death with my giant strap on cock… the one that’s wrapped in razor wire. When she is finally dead I want you to fuck me on her body and rub her blood into my skin! I just adore being wicked, why be good when being bad is so much fun?

Wicked Willow

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Dark fantasies

dark fantasies

I do not know how I got here or why. The room is dimmed and I am naked with my hands shackled to a metal pole. I couldn’t break free even if I tried my hardest. I am facing the walking and hearing the footsteps of the man that has my life in his hands.

He cracks a whip and it slices through my back. I feel my cold blood rush down my ribs. He cracks it against my ass and my blood gushes down my legs. I cry and plead for him to let up. He nails me with the sharp whip over and over until my body wants to claps on the ground.

He is amused, so much that it gets quiet and I hear his breathing against my neck. His zipper opens and I feel a deep hard thrust as his knife of a cock jabs into my ass hole. I scream out in agony begging him to stop. He only pounds me hard and deeper inside my bloody ass hole, ripping my ass open.

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He lets his cum load rush into my ass. I thought it was over until he took a knife to my neck. The blade was so cold. He sliced down my naked torso, nicking my nipples and back up to my neck. He makes a slit in my neck that is a couple of inches wide.

I was praying that I would bleed out and die right then and there. He walks back over to my ass and shoves his cock right inside my ass hole. He is going to be fucking my dead body even when I die.

Fiona / Gangbang rape porn slut

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Taboo role play with Ivy

Taboo role playI keep thinking back to that day where my cousin was swinging from the shower cutrin rod. How she struggled and kicked. The tears running down her face as I watched her turn purple made my pussy wet. She was kicking so hard and making so much noise. I didn’t want anyone to find her and help her. So I slid my fingers into her pussy. I started playing with her pussy making sure she was going to cum before she kicked the bucket lol. I was finger fucking her hard! Slamming 3 of my fingers deep in her pussy and using her vibrating tooth brush to tease her pussy. She stopped kicking and started swinging back and forth. She was loving having her pussy played with as she slipped away to hell! After she stopped moving, I grabbed the tooth brush and used it to play with my own pussy!

Ivy

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My Dark Fantasies are Often Realities

dark fantasiesWhat are your dark fantasies? I have a lot of them. I have a pretty bad coke habit. It puts me in contact with some rather unsavory people. People who make me do things that other women would never do. I think years of swallowing piss, getting gang banged in the ass, BDSM games and eating shit has made me go into an abyss. I was at a real low this weekend. All out of coke and all out of money. I was desperate. I went to the junkie part of town to find this one dude known for helping sexy MILFs out with a fix. He is known as a sick and twisted fuck, but when you need something he can supply, beggars can’t be choosers.  I hate going to that part of town. I did it though because I am an addict. I found him in this skanky warehouse that resembled something out of the Saw movies. Feces, blood, vomit, and even cum stained the floors and the walls. The smell was wretched. I thought I might toss my cookies just inhaling the vapors. I found G. That is all anyone knows him by; just an initial. He knew me; knew of my trashy reputation despite living in a gated suburb. I told him my predicament. He asked what I would do in exchange for a bump. “Anything,” I replied. Before I could speak again, one of his goons dragged me into a dirty bathroom. He forced me to clean the disgusting floor with my tongue. He made it clear that I was trash despite where I lived, therefore I was going to be treated appropriately. I was sick to my stomach. That was not enough to score me my bump. Every junkie in the place got to fuck me first. I likely left that warehouse a cesspool of bacteria, but I left with what I came for, so it was worth it.

Dirty Mommy Blair

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