Category Archive: Age play fantasy

Phone chat numbers should be no taboos. Some are but most aren’t. So, you’re in luck. You happened upon a site that has no taboos or limits. Personally, I couldn’t work for a vanilla company. Vanilla is a flavor of ice cream. It’s not a form of sex. At least not for me.

But I don’t do traditional sex calls either. I’m what you would call a sadistic bitch. I’m your accomplice or you’re my slave. But you’re not your lover. So, I bet you’re wondering what my specialty is then. I specialize in dark fantasies. I’m a sadist. So, if you’re a masochist, you’re in the right place. Or if you have fantasies involving you hurting someone else, even killing them, you’re in the right place too.

But my phone chat lines are not for boring traditional fuck calls. I castrate men for looking at me wrong. Hell, I’ve castrated a man for just holding eye contact with me. I don’t like very many people. And I’m not a traditional woman who needs a husband or a family or even girlfriends.

I’m a dark loner bitch. However, I am a Goth girl, and I go to Goth bars. So, I consider the Goth community sort of like family. And I don’t need to like them or hang out with them to feel protective. When I learn of some predator praying on Goth girls, I torture him before I finally kill him.

As a Goth Girl, I Take Out the Trash

The bartender let me know she saw a loser spiking Goth girls’ drinks. So, I went to see if I could trap him and kill him. He seemed easy to spot. They always are. I sat at the bar alone, waiting for him to make his move and when he did, I switched the drinks. Goth folks take care of each other. Which means they turn a blind eye to my criminal activity in the bar when it’s for the greater good.

I pushed the loser into the unisex bathroom and castrated him on the floor. I travel with a knife strapped to my inner thigh for such occasions. You never know when you might meet a man who does not deserve to keep his balls. And no loser who spikes girls’ drinks to take advantage of them deserves his balls. Do that shit in a college bar not a Goth bar.

At home, when I castrate a man, I can do so without a huge mess. But I did not travel with a castration band and a soldering pen, so he left blood all over the place. I left him in the bathroom. Put a closed for maintenance sign on the door. I knew the bouncer would take him out with the evening trash and put him in the dumpster out back.

You would think men would know by now they can’t get away with that shit in my bar but every couple of weeks we must take out the trash. I told you I was not the typical woman who does phone sex. Believe me now.

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