Black widow phone sex: you’ll die anyway. Why not in my arms . . . and by my hand?
I love getting calls for black widow phone sex. Did you know my favorite show is Deadly Women? It’s true. I bet it’s your favorite, too. It is, isn’t it??
I should win an Oscar for those years I spent seducing you, marrying you, playing the doting and devoted wife I seemed to be. Talk about method acting! Your friends and family may have distrusted me, even warned you — but you didn’t care. You didn’t listen.
It’s too late now. You’re wrapped tight in my web, mesmerized. Your lust for me is what really trapped, brought you here — it’s not my fault men like you are so easy to deceive. You were low hanging fruit. And you did say “til death do us part” when we took our vows, remember?
How will I make your femdom fatale snuff fantasy cum true? Will I poison you slowly over years, even bringing “your favorite” home-cooked meal to your deathbed and spoon-feed it to you as the hospital staff watches?
Shooting you with your own gun would make more cleanup work for me, but it does seem awfully poetic. Remember when I told you to buy a gun and keep it in the bedside table because it’d make me feel safer? I’m so glad you did that — because now I can easily reach it while we’re having our goodbye fuck. Maybe I’ll silently pull it out while you give me head.
Or maybe you’ll feel that cold steel barrel pressed against your temple suddenly while I’m riding your cock, sitting on it and towering above you. Do you think you can cum and take your dying breath at the same time? Let’s find out! It’s time for the new female supremacy world order, and it starts with you. Well, your death, anyway!!
Have an extreme taboo fantasy you’d like to role play? You know who to call . . .
