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When after a good long fuck we both were spent a knackered I tenderly seized the boy’s head and snapped his neck with an expert jerk of my wrists.
I lowered his slumped torso and laid it to rest - not without noticing that the moony and blissful expression hadn’t had the time to leave his face...
With some carefully considered moves I then repositioned the boneless corpse the other way around on the bed and tarped the upper part with
the sheets before allowing myself my after-sex cigarette on the balcony revelling in a thrill of anticipation. On returning to the bedroom I stopped
in the doorframe to savour the welcoming sight of the neatly arranged dead body and the boy’s wonderful fleshy feet waiting all geared up for
my dearly beloved second segment of the night...! I had deliberately blanked out the boy’s feet in the hours before in order to be able to
fair-mindedly discover and enjoy them now in the second stage. During the past years I had realised that nothing ruined the intimacy
I tried to create with a guy’s feet more than if they were flaky or constantly moving...! It only changed for the better when I had come up
with the solution of killing the guys. In addition I could then reposition their bodies and apply myself to their feet in a much more
comfortable manner having them right with me and reliably resting in place - just like the fleshy and sultry ones that now waited
for me. And they were fantastic to cuddle with, to sniff and to explore! There was nothing better than to suck on these soft toes...
briefly doze off...wake up again and continue by licking the unresponding soles and doze off again for a while without the slightest
risk of finding the feet in an altered position or even evaded or gone! To be honest, I reached such an intense intimacy with the
boy’s feet that I broke with traditions the next day and - instead of disposing of the body - kept it warm and flaccid by wrapping
it in a heating blanket for hours. And after soaking the dead boy in a hot foam bath in the evening his body and feet were still
good enough for another night...! In the end the feet had kept me entertained for such a long time that I didn’t have the heart
to dispose of them with the rest of the corpse. They are stored vacuum-packed in the freezer...either to be stuffed and turned
into shapely paperweights or ashtrays...or to be marinaded and barbecued until crisp next summer!
I just haven’t made up my mind yet!

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When after a good long fuck we both were spent a knackered I tenderly seized the boy’s head and snapped his neck with an expert jerk of my wrists.
I lowered his slumped torso and laid it to rest - not without noticing that the moony and blissful expression hadn’t had the time to leave his face...
With some carefully considered moves I then repositioned the boneless corpse the other way around on the bed and tarped the upper part with
the sheets before allowing myself my after-sex cigarette on the balcony revelling in a thrill of anticipation. On returning to the bedroom I stopped
in the doorframe to savour the welcoming sight of the neatly arranged dead body and the boy’s wonderful fleshy feet waiting all geared up for
my dearly beloved second segment of the night...! I had deliberately blanked out the boy’s feet in the hours before in order to be able to
fair-mindedly discover and enjoy them now in the second stage. During the past years I had realised that nothing ruined the intimacy
I tried to create with a guy’s feet more than if they were flaky or constantly moving...! It only changed for the better when I had come up
with the solution of killing the guys. In addition I could then reposition their bodies and apply myself to their feet in a much more
comfortable manner having them right with me and reliably resting in place - just like the fleshy and sultry ones that now waited
for me. And they were fantastic to cuddle with, to sniff and to explore! There was nothing better than to suck on these soft toes...
briefly doze off...wake up again and continue by licking the unresponding soles and doze off again for a while without the slightest
risk of finding the feet in an altered position or even evaded or gone! To be honest, I reached such an intense intimacy with the
boy’s feet that I broke with traditions the next day and - instead of disposing of the body - kept it warm and flaccid by wrapping
it in a heating blanket for hours. And after soaking the dead boy in a hot foam bath in the evening his body and feet were still
good enough for another night...! In the end the feet had kept me entertained for such a long time that I didn’t have the heart
to dispose of them with the rest of the corpse. They are stored vacuum-packed in the freezer...either to be stuffed and turned
into shapely paperweights or ashtrays...or to be marinaded and barbecued until crisp next summer!
I just haven’t made up my mind yet!