Erotic Murder

What began as a playful erotic experiment between me and my live-in-lover quickly took a harmful turn. Georgia’s eyes told me we’d gone too far, but I couldn’t turn back now. There was no stopping me.  The zip tie was doing its job with efficiency, cutting her supply of oxygen, and freeing both of my hands to control her.

Georgia was an erotic dancer and until recently had saved her best performances for me. After I pulled hard on the zip tie around her neck, she realized I was onto her cheating games. She’d begun selling extra favors after work to men she marked as the best tippers during the evening.

Now Georgia’s beauty pageant face was swelling and turning a color I remembered from school days when we'd wrap a rubber band too tight around a finger. I smiled at the memory while looking into Georgia's face. That was the moment when she knew I’d still be inside of her when this ends.

She tried to choke out the word, ”Why.” I only understand it by her lips. I made a sad mocking face as she continued to struggle. “I know what you’ve been doing,” I said. “That blowjob made me wish you could stay longer, but all good things must end…..” I paused and she blinked as if hearing me.

“I really should loosen this zip time,” I said while picking at it helplessly, all the while, jutting in and out of her warm pussy.

Her eyes filled with sorrow and tears when she saw the beginnings of orgasm in my face. The corners of her mouth turned down and her lips quivered as if she was a child whose doll had been ripped from her her arms. She tried to cry out but had no air to speak. Then her hurt-filled eyes gazed at mine in horror as she realized I was coming inside of her.

"Ahhhhh, yes yes!” I cried out loud in a raspy voice, but she only made the gurgling sounds of escaping air. Her eyes were filled with tears that ran down her cheeks and her face was almost expressionless except for sadness. The skin of her face was turning the pale blue of an overcast summer sky.

She had lost all strength and was approaching unconsciousness or perhaps she was simply accepting the inevitable. I couldn’t be sure, but she was limp against me. I held her tightly as if to grasp a few more moments of her beauty…her heat.

As I rose above her and looked down at her naked and lifeless pale frame and thought of my sperm still dancing in her anterior vagina. How strange to think a part of me might continue living for several days inside of this woman, I thought.

I kissed one of her nipples and tasted saltiness of her sweat mixed with the bitter of floral body powder. She was still. I moved down her frame and let my lips back and forth across her curly moist hairs that tasted of musky saltiness. I kissed her there, the portal of so much magic she’d known in her twenty-four years. She remained perfectly still, and I knew she was gone.

I pulled the sheet over her face and looked at her torso, imagining hypoxia spreading across her body as the millions of cells forming every morsel of her existence slowly starved of oxygen. All the while my sperm would continue darting inside of her uterus in a vain attempt to find new life until finally following her into eternal sleep.