What I love about Phone Sex Fucking

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Back again so soon luv? My my, you may just be an agreeable bitch. Since you’re wanting to gaze at me and know more, I’ll happily tell you all about me. But of course you want a taste. That’s good. Taste is important. How about a taste of the things I like.

I like to fuck. I love a good dick. I love to lick it and torment it, letting it get near to explosion but not pushing. I like to tie it up in shoelace knots. I love to bite foreskin. I love to fuck outside. I love to ride a man in the mud of his front yard and telling him he better do it fast and right, or someone will say. I love to fuck in married mens beds. I love to fuck their wives.

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Humiliation and Suffering

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The best way to learn your place is pain. Physical. Emotional. Mental. Financial.  Pain is a wonderful motivator, it allows you to go further then your comfort zone. When you move past your level, your comfort zone, your standard, you can learn new kinds of pleasure. New ways to go further, and new, taboo, desires.

I want all of you to find every pleasure you can find. If you have to twist, have to break, have to feel torment? Think of the desires and the pleasures, the juicy, secret, wonderful mysteries that lay just out of your grasp.

I’d love to hurt you till you find them. Won’t you take a journey of tears with me?

Phone Sex I like

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Interrupting my schedule for a few moments, I thought for a brief instance I’d pause to answer a question I get posed nearly every time I go off to have fun with some slut or pervert before the games begin. You have to understand, even if it may be hard, that I am a wicked creature and filled with all kinds of dark, sultry needs.

I like to bathe in hedonistic pursuits. Intelligence is a must but I’m more then aware most entities out there aren’t as smart as me, and certainly none as beautiful.

You can’t possibly like anything I wouldn’t find some way to enjoy, even if you have to realize its about me. Not you. It’s never about you, slut.

I want to be able to follow my dark desires no matter what they happen to be and I do, no matter what you want I’m going to find things that please me. Your sickest desires are games for me. I want to wallow in deceit and fear, I want to suckle at the teat of depravity. I can be a perfect innocent little creature, but deep down?

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Panty Fetish Phonesex Appreciation for Bitches

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Maintaining my hall of praise here in my personal crown of sin, I must move along to a new delight, one of my precious. I have mentioned my princess and how I dote upon her, I have spoke with you quite clearly of my worm, whom one day I will grind to mulch, but shall I speak now of my bitch? Come on faggot, make those cheeks burn and take a bow.

Oh you delicious creature, so smothered in your own sinful yearnings it renders you near powerless, crippled with your needs, how doth I love destroying you again and again. Shoving your face into the desires you want so much but know they can hurt you, making you split so evenly, between the upstanding boy you are, and the limp wristed panty sniffing faggot you truly yearn to be.

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Words of truth Directed with Scorn to my least favorite Phonesex Worm

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An ode to a worthless worm. If you are not this worthless worm, laugh at him as I discuss him.

First, let us establish a pecking order. There is Austra. Beneath Austra, there are the candy girls. Beneath them is my ****. Beneath the candy girls, then my ****, are the toys we play with. Beneath the toys we play with are the backs we walk across. Beneath the backs we walk across are the bitches of the earth, beneath the bitches pathetic puddles is the dirt. Beneath the dirt are the worms. Beneath the worms are the worms ****. Beneath the worms ****, why there you are, not even good enough to suck on an earth worms cock.

I am not playing around. This isn’t playful teasing. You are pathetic. Your sickness is amusing to me, your pain is deserved, your humiliation is complete. He lives in Arizona, if you ever happen to see him crossing the street don’t stop until after you’ve run over, then back up on him. Then make him thank you when you’re done.

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