I’ve always been fascinated with death.

I’ve always been fascinated with death. At some point in my life it turned into a s***** fascination. I think the first time I imagined it was when I was 12 and I had a fantasy about Grim Reaper running his bony hands along my dead naked body. Sometimes I like to imagine I’m dead and sometimes I like to imagine I’m touching the dead. I fantasize about my death and how I would like to be lying still in my coffin and I hope that someone would find my corpse beautiful enough that they would lay with me one more time… There was a boy once who turned me down to be his girlfriend, after that event I started to m********* to the thought of r***** his dead body. My favorite thing to imagine was that myself and another man had killed him and I would sit across his chest rubbing his n***** on my c*** while the other man took his a*** so we could face each other and make out while we took the corpse. I have a boyfriend now though, sometimes when hes too tired to touch me I take his hand and imagine hes dead while I m********* with his limp hand. Ive asked him if I can have s** with his body when he dies but the topic is a little out of bounds so Im pretty sure its a no.

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