My Final Girl Fantasy: A horror fan-girl meets a fish-man!

Killing monsters right after sleeping with them since 2010! I’ve gotten off a thousand hot ways: panting and wriggling on my back, on my knees, spread-eagle with my tits mashed to the floor, swimming a hot spring full of piranhas, chained in a dungeon, and once, in a zombie-occupied coffin. And those are just the ordinary ones... This is my origin story: how I got into killer monster sex in the first place. It's hot. And it's funny. Because, well, I'm both. What happens in this story is what made me into what I am today, namely, a girl who wears a lot of black leather and vinyl, not to be sexy, but because it’s the best thing to wear when you’re basically seeking out every horror movie scenario you can for the purpose of good sex, but then you’ve got to get out of there before whoever decides to bite your head off or chainsaw your arm. Also, trade secret for all my horror-sex-gal enthusiasts: I like to kill the really bad ones after the deed is done. Therefore, I like to think of what I do as a public service. You're welcome.

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