Is it wrong that snuff fantasies turn me on? I find myself randomly picturing my own death time after time and I am never upset by it… I’m only turned on by it! The snuff fantasies are mostly different but there is one in particular that really gets me wet. I’m working as a seamstress and this big powerful man comes in to be measured for a suit, he is cold towards me, maybe even a little rude. He barks orders at me and I struggle to keep up with his demands when he finally loses his patience and slaps me across the face. I’m shocked but excited… especially after he starts ripping off my clothes and forcing me to my knees! He shoves his cock all the way down my throat and chokes me with it, fucking my face brutally hard… so hard in fact that I can barely breathe! I start to struggle and try to get away from him but he fucks my face until I pass out. When I wake up he is inside me fucking my pussy hard and deep, I can feel him getting ready to cum but before he does, he slits my throat and I die as he fills me with his seed. My snuff fantasies can get pretty intense sometimes but honestly they are so fucking hot that I kind of wish I could get someone to kill me like that for real!