Dirty talking women can be sick bitches like me. I am not the person you call when you want to whine about your day or need a girlfriend because your wife is not doing her job. You call me when you need an accomplice for all that dark shit in your head. Or you know what a waste of space you are and need help ending your life.
Some men come to me thinking I will fuck them, or I can be their bitch. I have never been anyone’s bitch. Never will be either. Yet men try almost daily. And as a result, the bodies keep on piling up. Told you I was no one’s bitch. Some drunk loser came on to me last night. And since he would not take no for an answer, I took his dick. Then I took his dignity.
I love castrating men. Nothing says I am a worthless loser than being a no nuts nobody. Men will never pull their pants down again. Nor will they ever get an erection again. Or procreate. But I felt festive for the holiday. So, after I castrated him, I put firecrackers up his asshole and blew his ass up. That likely hurt more than the castration. He would need to seek medical treatment.
And I told him if he mentioned anything about me, I would end his worthless life. By that point, he knew I meant business. See, if you call me, you should know you are my victim or my accomplice. Nothing else. I may be a no limits phone sex bitch, but I am never your bitch
