As she finished her duties for the night, Lindsay felt like she was leaving something out. 2:12 a.m., the clock read. She was tired, and the funeral home was such a quiet and lonely place at this hour. But there was just something about him, something so tragic it called to her. She had only gotten a brief look at him when they brought him in this afternoon. He had died on his jobsite after falling off of some scaffolding. He looked so young, so beautiful. Lindsay walked downstairs and opened the double doors to the preparation room. And there, she saw him waiting for her on the embalming table, cold, white, and lifeless. She felt sad that she never knew this man in life, and looked down at the tag dangling from his big toe. His name was Matthew McConnell. Just knowing his name made her feel closer to him now as she leaned forward to kiss his cool, dry lips that still had a little blood on them. A fire of desire spread through her that she had never known before. She could not accept that she could not make love to this man simply because his heart was no longer beating. She knew he could satisfy her. Lindsay turned to the instrument table and picked up the trocar, a long needle used for removing the blood during the embalming process. Knowing he could no longer feel any pain, she took his beautiful flaccid cock in her other hand and exposed the underside of it. Slowly, she pushed the large needle into the base of his penis, stretching it further with the other hand to facilitate as much length as she could. When she was done, it was a much an erect cock as she could hope for. The sight of it was too much, she couldn't deny herself any longer. Lindsay removed her clothes and climbed up on the embalming table to straddle her dead lover...
Alright! The heebie jeebies have set in. Blech! But as you can see, it is entirely possible for a woman to have sex with a dead man. Understandable? No. Sane? Probably not. But possible. It's also probably possible to stick an entire watermelon in your ass but I don't recommend it. Like human shit, human corpses are also a host to a multitude of bacteria. After death occurs, the bacteria that naturally reside in the body go on a breeding frenzy in the absence of the living human components of the immune system. Picture one of P. Diddy's parties, but with bacteria instead of rappers and the Hilton sisters. Not only that, but every state in the U.S. has some kind of law against inappropriate liberties with a corpse. Can you imagine doing this and getting caught? You would quickly want to trade places with your sexual "partner" for all the humiliation you would experience as long as you lived. And I use the term 'partner' loosely as that implies "active participant".
So, what are you into? Do other people think it's fucked up? I have fantasies about really weird shit, and everyone that I've told has looked at me like I need to be on medication. Like, the one where Pinhead from the movie Hellraiser is ravaging my body while I'm chained naked to a giant stone ball. Or getting pounded from behind by Sasquatch or the Wolfman. The sad but great thing about my fantasies, though, is that they will stay fantasies because they involve fictional and mythical beings and there is no way to act them out. Not that acting them out would be wrong, but truth be told, if I saw a sasquatch or a werewolf in the woods I would probably shit all over myself and die of a heart attack. But if that happened, I know of at least two kinds of people that would STILL think I'm hot...
