Hello Deviants. Devon here. The scent of burnt flesh is what started my last extremely taboo phone sex torture fantasy. My pain slut of a caller craved exactly that his body to be harmed, mutilated, cut. Who am I not to abide one’s wishes when they are so dark that they stir that intense of an emotion within me, as well. For hearing his moan mixed with screams as the hot cherry from my cigarette met his flesh, I truly became high. That thirst to intensify it began. Who knew it would begin so quickly. I was holding a knife not some pocket knife but a knife from the kitchen drawer. One with serious weight so that I knew I was about to inflicted harm upon his body. To have him screaming not for me to stop but for me to continue. Till I had marked his entire body with my shining blade that soon ran red.
I must say after that phone sex torture call I was on a euphoric high, I was unable to sleep for hours basking in the intensity of the mutilation that occurred. I am now on my quest for another victim be it willingly or if I must by force. I shall satisfy my hungry for more blood. That metallic smell that haunts my senses.
Just ask for Devon Smith
