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  Pretty Dead Girl: A Short Love Story

  Tim Miller

  Copyright © 2014 Tim Miller

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  She is so beautiful. That was all he could think every time he looked at her. His pretty girl, the love of his life. It was too bad she couldn’t speak. She was so beautiful, that he named her beauty. That wasn’t her given name. He didn’t like her given name, so he changed it. The first time he met her, she wasn’t the least bit interested in him, but she’d learn.

  He’d met her at a bar, which wasn’t really his element, but there he was. She was this angel, this goddess sitting there by herself. Unable to resist, he walked up and said hello. His kind greeting was met with a side glance before she went back to her phone. When he tried talking to her again, she told him to fuck off. Always playing hard to get.

  So he waited for her in the parking lot, and followed her to her car. All he wanted to do was talk to her, and talk he did. Except she began screaming, kicking and scratching. So he put his hands around her throat and squeezed, but she kept fighting. He held her like that for a few minutes before she went limp. Stupid! He just wanted to talk! That’s it! But she couldn’t leave it, wouldn’t talk to him.

  He did bring her home that night and put her on the bed. That first night was magical. He kissed her lips, they were so soft and tender. Gently he removed her clothes one piece at a time. Her breasts were perfect. Perky, firm with nice round nipples that pointed straight out. He kissed her nipples, sucking on each of them gently. Her body was still nice and warm, so it felt really good.

  After he was done playing with her tits, he slid two fingers inside her pussy and wiggled them back and forth.

  “You like that baby? That feel good?” He whispered to her. There was no response though. Her lifeless eyes just stared at the ceiling. Looking at her body made him so hard. Feeling her soft skin on his fingertips gave him goose bumps. He climbed on top of her and slid his penis inside her. Staring off slow, he picked up his pace amazed at how tight she was. He thrust in and out of her, getting harder and harder each time.

  One of her arms flopped off the edge of the bed and hung down as he humped away at the corpse. After a few minutes he couldn’t take anymore, as his cock exploded inside her, filling her with his hot jizz, not that she’d notice if it were hot or cold.

  That had been the first night. He cuddled up with her when he’d finished, and slept with her every night since. He bought her clothes and would dress her up for dinner, to sit on the couch and watch TV with him, and of course made love to her daily.

  Over time, she began to deteriorate. Now, much of her flesh was rotting off her. Her eyelids were long gone, so her eyes just bulged out of her head. Her hair was patchy and one night while having sex with her, he squeezed her breast and tore it off. That had been a mess. None of that matter to him, she was still beautiful and she was his. Forever.

 

 

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