My thought chamber

I suddenly regain consciousness before I can regain any of my other senses. I can see my blood filled fully erect dick inside of my ex, but I can’t feel her pussy gripping my penis as I had grown accustomed to in the past. Calling us lovers would be an overstatement, but calling us friends would be an understatement. I never got that easing feeling with her that I’ve heard couples reciprocated. Other than physical tension, and the compulsion to appear as tasteful as possible I felt an overbearing command. A responsibility given by what most would think of as a god to trial reproduction. My chilling heart beat oceanic waves she used to yell, but my apathetic core played to a seducing tune she used to whisper. My mind filled to the brink of runeth over with crackling, hungering flames that never seemed to burn out. Returning upon the now I try to recall what I was doing beforehand, but that part of my memory seems absent. Any thought seems distant as if running far away from the monsterous mind I have built myself over the years. I inwardly chase those thoughts. They are as fast as virgins in bed with jessabelles. Realizing I won’t be able to recall any former memories, I recognize through a yawn that I indeed should just be waking up. I rub away the tiredness through my eyes, and take a closer look at the situation I have supposedly gotten myself in. I slowly creep backwards attempting to feel something within my dick. The sandpaperish texture of the carpet hits my soles. An unwavering relief washes over me as I can sense something, anything. Once I fully exit her opening it’s clear to me why her natural vise grip wasn’t affecting my cock. There was no vagina attached to her crotch. No reproductive organs were to be seen from the waist down. I could see through the bottom half of her body through the gaping incision her kidneys, lungs, and heart as her intestines were removed allowing full view of her respiratory system. Her warm midnight red blood leaked onto the blue satin sheets as the rest of her still intact organs relatively clung to there original chambers. I clasp my right hand around my ever growing chin hairs, and stare into the ceiling searching for an answer. “What the fuck happened for me to end up like this?” With some semblance of reason coming back to me, so does my sense of smell. A horid scent of what I can only describe as death, and moldy leftover wafts past my nostrils. On the verge of gagging I bury my nose onto the corpses left foot to block the smell. Memories of lustful foot sex with her charge into my mind, jolting my fully erect dick even harder than it was before. The smell of death morphs into a smell of nostalgia. Scent of coconut oil, and a hint of sweat enter my nose as I’m reminded of hours of testicular release in our past. A chunck of my memory returns to me. I fully recognize this ass. I’ve studied ever curve on this body after all. My heart palpitations grow faster; I’m met with summer rays shining down upon myself. Sweat crawls out from my pores. My cheekbones raise as I reminisce on our months of pleasure in our past. I can’t remember how long we’ve been apart, but i certainly remember our last sexual encounter. We both feasted on each others sexual energy as if we were succubi, and incubi paired together in a bonded sex partnership. Our adventuring in the bedroom knew no bounds. No stone unturned, and no hole unfucked. Her perfect features enter my mind, and sends an energetic jolt of flame through my body. I turn over the corpse to see if the facial features have been preserved, and to my delightment they have. I let out a mischievous grin, and lean in close to the corpse inhaling her floral scent. I climb onto the bed of rosepetals planting a delicate kiss onto my woman’s cooled forehead. I peel back her baby like soft eyelids, and am met with the beautiful blue now lifeless eyes, that I have seen countless times before. I’m empowered with the flame of lust. I stradle myself over her throat, and place my hung member over her remarkable face. I always was a bit messed up in the head I’ve been told, but the outside world is exactly where it belongs. Outside. My desires are mine to indulge in regardless of others. I slip in between her subtle lips still warm to the touch, and my cock twitches against her blue braces that match her irises. Pulling her jaw apart I intrude deeper into her body sliding down her arid tongue into her esophagus. The feeling of dried saliva engulfs my dick, and it being an entirely new experience I succumb to my curiosity. Thrusting steadily, deep into her open hole I attempt to push into her larynx. My dick always was her favorite thing to tell me about as it was usually the first thing in her mouth, and on her mind. I rush my hips forth, and back brushing against her dried saliva filled salacious mouth attempting to orgasm into the depths of her cock filled neck, but alast I could not bring myself to ejaculation. Disenchanted I retreat from her hole. My dripping genitalia looking as beautiful as ever. I flip my position slipping my testicals between her perfect round perky boobs. I push my knees together, by association pushing her tits against each other squeezing my shaft as I bring forth both her delectable feet for me to enjoy. I thrust maniacally into her breast breathing in her heavy fumes of sweat chilled feet. Expanding my diaphragm for what felt like an eternity, I let out my entrapped breath, and a massive cumshot aswell. I fall into a trance of orgasmic shock, and appetizing foot smell as I feel a quiet rest over the room. Dampened the high of magnificent release my final spurts of sperm leave my penis head. Discarding any further thoughts, I slip into a lethargic state. Resting my eyes, I lay torpid descending deep into repose.