Memoirs of the Kosmetics Killer (Entry #1)

Diary of the Kosmetics Killer (Entry # 1)

I often fantasize about women. Unconscious women. Lovely unresisting ladies that I can manipulate, rape and have total control over. It is extremely difficult in today’s world to do so without being caught so all I could do was to fantasize. For 20 years. This changed one night when I was walking around at a furniture store. I saw a lovely young woman together with a plain looking female friend whom I had absolutely no interest in. She was dressed in a tight sext sleeveless top and a short black skirt. She exuded sexiness and feminine charm and my groin ached with desire as I looked at her. I started to follow her discreetly around the store and eavesdropped on what they were saying. I found out that she was staying alone and that she would not see her boyfriend until the next day. I knew then that it was my chance.
I stalked her as she left the store alone, late that night, after parting with her friend and followed her car to her apartment. I got off and entered the lift behind her while she unsuspectingly smiled at me sweetly. I made sure that there was no camera in the lift before I pressed the button for the floor above hers. When she reached her level, she walked out into the dim corridor and I saw her walk out and started to open the door to her house as the lift door slowly closed. I quickly pressed the door open button and walked quickly towards her. She was still opening the door and turned back when she heard me. Her beautiful eyes widened in surprise as I delivered a hard chop with my hand to the side of her neck. Her eyes rolled up as her eyelids fluttered close and she keeled over limply to slump into my waiting arms. At long last, I have a woman in my power!

I held her close to me, savouring the fragrance of her perfume and the sensation of her feminine curves on my body, as I opened the door with the key that had dropped from her hands when she was knocked out by me. I then dragged her into her house and locked the door behind me. Now she is mine. I caressed her unconscious body and kissed her sleeping face , all the while squeezing her breasts in an uncontrollable surge of lust. I french kissed her and let my hand creep up beneath her skirt and underneath her undies to finger her tight pussy, which soon started to turn moist after my repeated probing. I then held up her body as I pulled her top off. Her purple strapless bra was then revealed, supporting and hiding her firm, shapely breasts. The sight of her smooth white skin and breasts was too much for me as I stripped, off my jeans, pulled off her skirt, ripped off her baby blue undies and stab my stiff throbbing penis into her vagina. Within seconds, I have spurted my cum into her body. I guess I could say that as of that moment, she was pregnant with my seed. I stroked her unconscious face lovingly and kissed and licked her from her face and down to her breasts and then her flat stomach and cute belly button , blood-stained vagina (yes, I was not too gentle with my thrusting) and finally her sexy legs and feet.
I was done with her and decided to leave. However, I realized that she has seen me before being knocked out. That means I cannot let her live if I wanted to remain a free man. I looked at her lying there peacefully, softly breathing, so beautiful and vulnerable. And she had smiled at me just now. But I have no choice. I wrapped my gloved hands around her soft, yielding neck and slowly started to squeeze. I watched as her breathing began to sound laboured and noisy. Slowly, it stopped. I kept on squeezing for a few more moments to ensure she would be beyond resuscitation. When I was done, her lips have turned slightly purplish and her face had taken on a bluish tinge. Suddenly, she did not look so attractive anymore, with her asphyxiated dead face, bleeding vagina and half naked state. I was rather guilty for really ruining her day and her life so I decided to make it up to her by at least presenting her corpse in a more attractive manner.

First, I helped her pull her skirt back snugly over her lower body and sexy butt. I then held her up and pulled her white top back over her body.( I decided to take her undies and bra back with me as souvenirs of my first conquest.) Still, she did not look as lovely as when I first saw her at the store. So I searched through her bag and found her cosmetics pouch. I used what little knowledge I have about make up to apply a dark red lipstick on her lips and some purple eye shadow and mascara to make her look prettier. When I was done, she still looked dead but she was pretty. So pretty that I decided to accept the invitation offered by her gaping mouth and sexy red lips and inserted my erect penis into her mouth. By pulling her hair, I managed to move her head up and down around my penis and within minutes, I shot off what cum I have remaining into her mouth which she seemed to enjoy as most of it was swallowed by her. I then wiped away the semen that have splattered onto her face before leaving quietly.

This was my first but definitely not last victim. And I started to think that maybe female corpses are hotter than unconscious women.

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