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Adult Phone Chat is Not Vanilla with Me

adult phone chatAdult phone chat does not need to be vanilla. I don’t have a vanilla bone in my body. Doubt I ever did. Or will. I’m a sadist. And although I will be a sadist with either gender, I prefer to be a sadist to men just like you. Men who think women are here to serve them. I’m not here to serve anyone but myself.

And I serve myself daily with cock and ball torture. Men seem to labor under the falsehood that their junk is an entitlement. However, I see it as a privilege I can revoke any day. And last night I revoked Chuck’s privilege after I caught him spiking the drinks of women at a goth bar. And although I don’t have affinity for too many people, other than myself, that does not mean I would allow some incel behavior towards my fellow Goth girls. Never. Not on my watch.

I Will Never Be a Vanilla Girl

Perhaps you could say, I went promising young woman on him. I let him think he got me intoxicated and that I wanted to go home with him. And he fell for my academy award performance. A secret about me. I keep a knife always strapped to my inner thigh. You never know when you might need to castrate an asshole. Chuck did not deserve his balls. Although he did not deserve his dick either. But I let him keep that because without the balls his dick remains useless.

So, I made a mess. A big bloody mess. But it wasn’t my bed or my home. So, I did not give rats ass about the mess. I mean Chuck did not deserve his balls. Oh, did I mention that I carved my name into the flesh of his dick? Just a little something for him to remember me. Not that he’ll ever be able to fuck again. I neutered him for life.


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