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So all of you have never had any thoughts in your head about what you would do if you were walking through the woods and stumbled across a freshly wounded body of the opposite sex (or the same sex for 99% of you) lying there waiting... already nude?
I often picture myself peeking over both my shoulders whistling while unfastening my jeans.
Then immediately afterwards I see scenes from my own rendition of CSI: Yellowstone with me being #1 suspect of possible rape victim murdered in woods with evidence of semenal DNA. How would I ever explain that I neither raped nor murdered anyone, but merely got my jollies off on her tits.
I think necrophilia is an interesting topic since most people do not TRULY know what they would do until the oppurtunity presents itself. These concepts should be applied to ALL levels of everyday strategy.
Long live the dead fuckers.
On another note. What about stabbing someone in the thigh and barebacking a bit of warm, wet flesh?
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