We ended up at his place. He was drunk, and had no idea about what would happen to him. I stripped him and lay him on the bed, and we had sex. He was a terrible shagger. He had large balls and a small cock.

I teased him a bit moving around quickly, at some points he shouted that it hurt, and to stop doing it. I reminded him I was a pro, and it would feel better in a minute. Then I swayed left, we broke apart for a few seconds, and he swore and we started again. I carried on getting more and more violent till I finally suggested giving him a blowjob, then I asked if we could tape it for my website. He agreed and I started filming with my camera.

I massaged it first. He had an erection and I started to lick it. Then I put the entire thing, balls and all, into my mouth. He giggled as I sucked. Then I bit down. He screamed and told me to stop. I bit down again, harder and harder, till I felt it sever. The blood trickled into the sheets and the guy fainted. Then I cut up the penis, so it couldn't be reattached. I stopped filming, rewound it and watched. Then I set the clock ahead an hour and went around the house and wiped my fingerprints off the surfaces, the door handles. Even though I'm not on file, if they do catch me, they'll still be able to link me to my prints.

After doing so, I left a pair of knickers, two sizes too big by the bed. I'd got them from some whore, from a nightclub, she didn't ask why. I gave her a tenner and she gave me them. I had another dozen pairs of slutty pants at home for this. Then I wrote a message in the mirror. That said: Thanks for a lovely time. XXX. I wrote it in a completely different handwriting and in a color I would never wear. Then I got in my car and drove off. It was almost midnight. I knew I wasn't seen by anyone, I'd checked. I'd even put a blond wig on, and changed my clothes in the toilets there, so I looked like a prostitute. I dropped the lipstick, wig and clothes in the river, about two miles from his house. I wore different shoes than I normally wear, sneakers. I went back to the car, changed my shoes again, then walked in a different pattern, then went back to the car. By the time I got home, it was early morning.

My sister, had already given me an alibi. She approved of what I did, so instead, we were at her house, with two friends. The friends approved too, as long as they saw the video. I would watch it once put it in the blender, then drop it in the lake. Al evidence destroyed.

And now that guy's gonna be walking round without a penis for the rest of his life. That proves my point. You don't sleep with someone, you just met.