I am the the biggest sack of ♥♥♥♥ to ever be known to exist. My dream job is to be the person who gives death row inmates the injection to die. So I can slowly see the life drain away from their helpless bodies. To enjoy watching their eyes slowly lose color as their life fades away. Feeling the warmness on their bodies turn cold as the blood stops flowing. Actually, just thinking about it now, It is making me feel... Happy. Thinking of somebody as their body starts to decay away. I deep down think I have this necrophilliac part inside of me. The way a body feels when it's cold, and the way i need to maneuver the corpse around due to the body growing stiff is all so exciting. I had my first ecperience with dead bodies around when i turned 17. I invited this girl on a date with me. I was considered a loner back in high school. It's not like i had friends. People liked me very much actually. However, I felt, as if i was different then everyone else. Smarter. I didn't click with anybody, and nobody clicked with me. I looked at this date as a change I can make in my life. Maybe I would become more social. I think the beach is a perfect place for this. We can watch the stars by the river, it'd be romantic. We arrive and everything goes smooth. We lay down on the beach and stare accross the water. She moves in closer too me. I knew what she wanted, I thought, maybe it's time for me to make a move. I kiss her, and move in on top of her slowly. It's very heated. I bite into her neck... the feeling of her skin is warm, and i hate it. It actually makes me feel sick, twisting my stomach. I stop. She has this blank expression in her eyes as she looks at me. I put my hand up onto her neck feeling it. She grows uneasy. I don't care. I clasp my hands around her neck. She then begins to struggle, but there is nothing she can do against my strength. Now i'm excited. Her hands grasp onto my wrist trying to pull them off. Her breathing slowly starts to decline. I stare into her eyes, and grow, happy. I haven't been so in love with someone before. Then, she stops. Her grip on my wrists seem to loosen up, and she fades away. I'm stuck staring at her. Lifeless. I look at her body for hours. She grows cold. I feel her skin, and love the way the coldness has set into her body. I begin to take off her clothes, and continue to rub her thighs. Her nice, cold soft thighs. Kissing up her body. Feeling more aroused, i bite into her thigh. The way the skin feels on my toungue and teeth is exhilerating. I continue to kiss up until i get to the smeel coming from inbetween her legs. Her bowels had released, but it didn't bother me. I took my clothes off, and prepared myself. I didn't bring a condom, because i thought it wasn't needed at the time. I push myself in. Shes still warm, but her skin was cold. I push in again, and again. I look into her eyes, and bite into her lips. I came. I am, a necrophilliac.