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DIARY OF A SERIAL KILLER: Diary Entry 1





                                                             #Entry 1

I hate my job, a morgue keeper. I know what you are thinking, how can a morgue keeper afford a 30 grand per night room at the Four Points? Well, the mortuary was just a front for my very lucrative drug business. Working in the morgue was a front and the pro is that it keeps me close to my favorite people in the world; the dead. The sight of their cold lifeless bodies gives me an orgasmic thrill. The excitement of the mere proximity to these guys that have a lot to say but stay mute is beginning off quite fast and the job is monotonous as fuck! Washing the bodies, that part I did enjoy a whole lot. I mean like OMG! Perv alert LOL! 
I get intimate with them, playing with the breasts of dead women is way more exciting than you can imagine, trust me you should try it or maybe not, I think it's a crime if you're caught in the act. I mean, it's not like a dead woman is going to report you to the authorities? The icy stiff nipples and diluted blood running down their belly into cracks and crevices of their genitalia. I always get really hard during the "cleansing ritual" like I love to call it.
I really hate the embalming process though, it transforms my cuties into synthetic zombies. After that, there isn’t much left to do than transfer them into body bags and then into their temporary resting place; the cold room. All these  duties were fun initially, especially jerking off to bondage porn as I spent extra minutes scrubbing the bosoms of these women, ejaculating on their faces was always the climax but the routine was starting to become quite a bore to me and I needed something to make it a little more exciting for me. I always wondered if the unsuspecting relatives of my violated victims ever noticed that their breasts were extra clean and always laughed out loud when this thought crossed my mind. In this job of mine, you’ve got to have a sense of humor.

Seeing these dead bodies is not enough anymore. In fact I think I should quit my job. I need to be a part of the killing process more often. Watching terrified faces as they begged for mercy, slowly snuffing the life out of them. Just like in sexual intercourse, the ultimate goal is orgasm. That final last breathe my victim takes, is always the climax. Beautiful, isn't it? 

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  1. Unknown15 March 2018 at 22:12

    Damn! This is so weird shit.

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  2. AgentEwure15 March 2018 at 22:26

    Wawwu. .. see my preeq misbehaving like kindergarten student

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  3. Unknown11 May 2019 at 07:05

    WTF! This damn story got my eyes glued to the screen. This is freaky weird. Catchy and awesome even though not my type of story.

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