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I’ve always been the good girl. The woman everyone can count on to make the right and moral decision. Never drink too much, and don’t date the bad boys.
You know what? I’m tired of it and bored with it. Even I have deviant needs. What do you do if your partner just doesn’t have the same twisted thoughts as you? You find a bad guy, a twisted one that will help you satisfy your needs.
The man part was easy. Done and dusted after one hour at a dive bar.
Now on to part 2. The boring little blonde, she will do. I set up a fake modeling shoot for her. She’s so excited. I hand her a bottle of water to drink and she asks when we’ll do her makeup?
She’s getting dizzy and my accomplice carries her down to the basement. She wakes a few hours later surrounded by a group of men. Did I say she was modeling for us? Well, that wasn’t exactly the truth, was it?
Truth time.
Tell me just what it is that gets your cock throbbing? I mean really tell me, don’t make something up that you think I might want to hear. Don’t give me this Goddess Worship shit, because I detest a liar. Want to know what I detest even more? A man who hides a sexy, violent tendency from me.
Your fetish started slowly, you didn’t even understand your violent feelings. Your hand around her neck while she is riding you only got tighter when she begged you to stop. You ignored her until you came. Fuck! You couldn’t believe how hard you came. She left you, but it was worth it, wasn’t it?
That young girl who works at the ice cream shop, you imagine the things you want to do to her. One night you wait outside for her to leave. You follow her and push her down to the hard sidewalk where you rape her. You were on such a sexy high, yet a bit scared of getting caught.
You pop into a little, dark bar. You see me smoking a clove and drinking whiskey shots. We chat, I have ideas, and you can’t believe your luck. A hot, rather crazy, goth accomplice.
Do you know what I need? Something, big, thick, and very hard. I wonder if you measure up?
Can you even imagine the disappointment on my face when I pull down a zipper with my teeth, only to find a little worm of a man? You would have totally disappointed me and I still need to feel something powerful between my legs.
What becomes of a man who can’t give me what I need? I take something else from him! The only difference is you’re a bitch and what I will feel between my legs is my own girl cock.
Had you been a good boy and informed me of the pathetic things between your legs, things could have been different. I could have prepared you, I could have used my warm, wet tongue to prep you, but you’re not worthy of any perks from me.
Your pretty blonde wife is nothing but a cunt tease and I won’t have it! When I saw you both at an after hours bar, it was clear to me that you both wanted to have a bit of fun. Those kisses she planted on me had me wet in an instant.
Then what?
We get to your house and she announces she has a headache and I need to leave. The look on your face tells me it all. I guess I’m going to have to rape your fucking wife.
I push her down to the floor, pull my panties to the side, and I sit on her face. She’s trying to turn her head, but I want that wet tongue in my ass. Then I grab the vibe her husband handed me and I put it on her clit, making her cum over, and over again.
Her husband is sitting on the chair stroking his impressive cock. I might need a taste of that later. Maybe make her watch while I do all the things she would never do.
I’m getting a tad bored now. I text some of my friends male and female, and rape her over, and over until all she can do is grunt.
You are a very important business man with a very specific taste in women. Actually, I should say girls to be most accurate. Young, skinny, eager, and blonde. I like a man who knows exactly what he wants. You live in the house at the end of the road. The huge one with a swimming pool, and a high security gate. Your parties are epic and secret.
I was just the person who delivered lunch to your office, but I made you see more in me, I made you see just how helpful I could be. Slowly, I began taking over your life. I even delivered your illicit requests.
The first party went well. I found you just what sort of merchandise you wanted. Girls and drugs. I seemed to be always there. Helping you fuck her, helping you keep your secrets. I groomed all the girls for you and your friends.
After a few parties, you began to get more brave in your affairs. You even made sure all was saved on video to watch over, and over.
I know you better than you know yourself. The next party was private. Just you and all the little party favors. But you see, it wasn’t the girls getting groomed, it was you. You have so much and I want it all.
You don’t want me to go to the press with all I know, now do you? Hand it all over, and all will be fine.
Can’t you just smell it? People are finally out and about again. Coats and boots are gone, making the way for shorts, bikini’s, and sexy dresses, sexy feet with painted toenails, and sandals. Oh yes, bring it on!
How you love this time of the year, but guess what you pervert? Your wife hates it. Remember how every year her mom seems to get sick and she leaves for months? That’s all on you. I do have a plan, a plan that will make life easier for all involved. See you at 1 pm, do not be late.
You’re clearly way too excited when you arrive. You see I’m dressed for a bit of a road trip. I blindfold you and help you to my car.
We drive for a bit and you’re quite busting at the seams to know what I have planned.
I help you in the building. You try to pull off the blindfold, but I don’t allow it. You smell perfume, you feel a soft hand help you down onto a table of some sort. You’re thinking that you’re in for one hot time! You can’t believe your luck. Did your wife set this up?
I gently kiss you and whisper in your ear. “Sleep darling, it will all be over soon.” When you awake, you’ll be a new sort of man.
It takes a lot to get me excited and a fucking hell of a lot to get me off. Some of you men and your boring vanilla calls and role-plays do nothing for me. I need to be stimulated in the most fucked up of ways.
Care to join me?
Filthy, nasty, twisted, sick, and violent is how I like my calls. When you’re as jaded and have seen it all like me, normal, and vanilla just doesn’t do it. I’m feeling very violent today and would fucking love to fuck someone up.
How about you? That snooty blonde that lives across the street. She thinks her shit doesn’t stink, doesn’t she? You’ve tried to talk to her, but she walks away. What a fucking cunt!
Let’s plan to get revenge on her.
I knock on her door, pretending I’m lost. I engage her and quickly push the needle into her arm. We take her to her bedroom and strip and tie her up.
She is waking now. Let’s fucking play!