As a younger one, I was on the goth side of life. Loved the whole thought of being that dark and macabre slut who’d bone a dead guy if his dick was the right size. Or a dude was defile my holes with his fuck rod, while I’m powerless to do anything. Cause I wouldn’t have a beating heart.
But, I’d rather be the one who enjoys the stiffy. I wouldn’t have to worry about keeping a heater going for the thighs, as my puss would keep the dip stick warm enough. Also, pussy stays wet, no lube really required.
Be as beautiful as that one scene in Nosferatu. Get to make sweet music one last time and have one hell of a ride while going out? Be as rough and gritty as you want to remember what they felt like?
One hell of a way to go. Gothic Phone Sex keeps just giving me ideas to play out too.