Sexy murder

I masturbate to fantasises of being erotically murdered, it is all I ever think about all day.

For example I fantasise about a sexy, violent guy breaking into my house as I’m sleeping and then he holds my wrists down to prevent me from moving as he violently rapes me and leans in real close to softly whisper all the ways he will torture and kill me.

Then he forces me to get up, telling me how he will hurt me if I try to escape or make a sound. And he takes me over to a mirror where he forces me to watch as he fucks me up the ass as hard as he can while he starts slamming my face into the glass with such force that it shatters.

He carries on grabbing my hair and slamming my face into the mirror until I am soaked in my own blood and unrecognisably disfigured then he licks off the blood and shards of glass that are sticking out from all the wounds in my destroyed face and throws me down to the floor.

When I am lay on the floor he holds me down and takes out a long, steel knife, gently caressing my skin with it and describing how he will use it to snuff out my life.

He then places it against my stomach and starts to slowly push it in, twisting it to make the wound bigger and deeper until my blood is spurting out all over him. Then when the knife is going the full way through my stomach he reaches his hands into the wound and rips it open even further as I lay there moaning in pain, unable to resist him.

He then takes his clothes off and shoves his massive erection into the knife wound and thrusts as violently as he can, using my blood as lubricant until he cums and then he leaves me on the floor dying and covered in blood and cum.

He watches me slowly die for days and comes back to beat and abuse, telling me he will only kill me when I’ve earned it. Then after I beg him to kill me, he fucks me one last time and slits my throat during sex.