Necrophilia phone sex, anyone? I find a man more appealing after I killed him. Why? Because dead men don’t talk. And nothing ruins sex more for me than some dude calling me babe or honey. Or a guy who wants to spoon me afterwards. I am not your girlfriend. I do not require cock like most girls. So, do not confuse me for some horny bimbo. Since I find it more challenging to just fuck a guy lately, I changed my way of doing things.
Now, if I spot a guy I like, I kill him first. If I kill a man right as he gets an erection, his dick stays hard. And you can fuck for a good hour or so postmortem. An when rigor mortis sinks in, sex with dead bodies becomes more fun. A dead dude’s cock gives me more pleasure than any cock could. Sorry fellows, but your dead dick is so hard that I can get off multiple times.
Dead Men Do Not Talk and That’s What I Want When Fucking: Silence
And last night’s dead dick got me off well too. Handsome man. Tall and all the signs of a big dick like big hands. He has a thing for Goth chicks, so I let him think I wanted to fuck. Although I did want to fuck, I did not want to talk, spoon, date, plan our futures or any of that stupid coupling stuff.
But I knew he could still give me pleasure after death. So, I went home with him. And while I rode him, I pulled out my big knife. And I slit his throat. He never saw it coming. As his blood spurted out his neck, it sprayed me. His blood became my lube. And I felt his cock twitch as he took his last breath.
As he died, I rode his dick harder. In the 20 or so minutes that I rode his dead dick, I realized I really do enjoy fucking dead men more. Some folks might think why not just ride a dildo if I do not want bedroom talk? But I am a sadistic phone sex bitch. Where is the fun in that. So, fuck me if you dare!