journal of the Kosmetics Killer ( entrance # 1 )


I often fantasize about fair sex. Unconscious woman. Lovely supine dame that I can manipulate, rape and have total control over. It is extremely difficult in today's creation to do so without being caught so all I could do was to fantasise. For 20 geezerhood. This changed one night when I was walking around at a piece of furniture storehouse. I saw a lovely young womanhood together with a field looking female friend whom I had absolutely no interest in. She was dressed in a pixilated sext sleeveless top and a shortstop nigrify dame. She exuded erotism and feminine good luck charm and my groin ached with desire as I looked at her. I started to follow her discreetly around the storage and eavesdropped on what they were saying. I found out that she was staying alone and that she would not see her beau until the succeeding 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 airlift behind her while she unsuspectingly smiled at me sweetly. I made sure that there was no camera in the heave 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 room access to her house as the face lifting door slowly closed. I quickly pressed the door open button and walked quickly towards her. She was still opening the room access and turned back when she heard me. Her beautiful eyes widened in surprise as I delivered a severely chop with my hand to the side of her cervix. Her heart rolled up as her palpebra fluttered closing curtain and she keeled over limply to slouch into my waiting arms. At long last, I have a woman in my exponent !

I held her close to me, savouring the fragrance of her perfume and the sensation of her womanly curves on my torso, as I opened the doorway with the key that had dropped from her hands when she was knocked out by me. I then dragged her into her family and locked the door behind me. Now she is mine. I caressed her unconscious mind consistency and kissed her catch some Z's boldness, all the while squeezing her white meat in an uncontrollable surge of lecherousness. I French kissed her and let my script creep up beneath her skirt and underneath her undies to finger her tight pussy, which soon started to plough moist after my reprize 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 often for me as I stripped, off my jean, pulled off her skirt, ripped off her baby blue angel undies and prod my fuddled throbbing member into her vagina. Within seconds, I have spurted my cum into her body. I guess I could say that as of that here and now, she was significant with my semen. I stroked her unconscious typeface lovingly and kissed and licked her from her face and down to her tit and then her flat stomach and cute belly button, blood-stained vagina ( yes, I was not too placate with my thrusting ) and finally her sexy legs and feet.
I was done with her and decided to pass on. However, I realized that she has seen me before being knocked out. That means I can not let her live if I wanted to continue 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 sonant, yielding neck opening and slowly started to squeeze. I watched as her ventilation began to sound dig and noisy. Slowly, it stopped. I kept on squeezing for a few more moments to assure she would be beyond resuscitation. When I was done, her brim have turned slightly purplish and her case had taken on a blue undertone. Suddenly, she did not look so attractive anymore, with her asphyxiated short face, bleeding vagina and half naked land. I was rather hangdog for really ruining her day and her living so I decided to progress to it up to her by at least presenting her corpse in a more attractive manner.

First, I helped her draw out her bird back snugly over her scurvy body and sexy butt. I then held her up and pulled her snowy top cover 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 shop. So I searched through her bag and found her cosmetics pouch. I used what little knowledge I have about make up to apply a iniquity red lipstick on her mouth and some purple eye shadow and mascara to reach her look prettier. When I was done, she still looked dead but she was pretty. So fairly that I decided to accept the invitation offered by her gaping sass and sexy red rim and enclose my erect penis into her lip. By pulling her haircloth, I managed to strike her question up and down around my phallus and within min, I shot off what cum I have remaining into her rima oris which she seemed to revel 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 remains are hot than unconscious women .