Helen slowly removed her spaghetti-strapped top and revealed her wonderful, inviting skin. She was wearing no bra, and upon taking off her shirt, the glorious sight that were her breasts glorified. Hers were a medium-sized, about the size of a blossoming apple and her nipples were as pink as an untouched rose. When I looked upon them, I felt the most exciting tingle in my spine. I slowly, caressed those luscious things and felt it so soft, as soft as cotton, and it was wonderful. I gently kissed her neck, tasting slowly the delicious warmth of her. She was tense, as she admitted that this was her first time to do this.

She was very beautiful. Even when the lights were dimmed, Helen's beauty still made me dizzy. The mere thought of being with her made me feel as though I was enchanted, and never wished for more, but this, being closer to her gave me the chills. I shouldn't be with her, I thought. She was too perfect for me, and I didn't deserve this.

I kissed her. Her mouth was very delicate and so innocent. As I covered her lips with mine, her tongue met mine, and we tasted each other's love. Our tongues were fighting each other, but the fight was so amazing, and we both felt exceptionally bonded. As we were doing this, I felt the rest of the world shut up, and it seemed that we were the only ones alive, we were the only ones living out.

My hands were on a will of their own, and they touched the perfectly shaped curves of her sides, making me feel even more satisfaction. I gently moved my hands from her breasts to her curves, and down to her soft, cushion-like bottom. Although her ass wasn't so perfect, it still stood out. I gently caressed her delicate ass, and felt it becoming even softer. She was inviting me, subtly inviting me to go further, to explore more of her.

Helen knew what she was doing. I was amazed that even though this was the very first time she was doing it, she acted as though she really knew much about it. Her hands reached for my belt, and slowly untangle it, like it was her very humanity. She touched me with delicate tenderness and I felt her rowdy, soft fingers caressing the very core of my manhood. I realized that she was carefully fondling with my cock, as if it was her pet bird. But the excitement didn't stop there. Still there was more to this, I thought.

Time slowly passed away when I'm here with her, being one with her. But outside, I knew that the world was going on without us. We were together, and that is all that mattered. Nobody could stop us from doing so, for the love of each other kept us together.

Helen moaned like she was asking for more. I, in turn, unzipped her jeans, and stroked gently, slowly, her beautiful, inviting pussy. It didn't yet show, as she was wearing the pink panty, but still, I could feel it. She was asking for more, I know. My lips were still sealed with hers, but my hands could not control themselves. I respected her now more than any other time I was with her, but my fingers had a will of their own. But my body was doing what her thoughts wanted, so it gave me strength.

I took off my shirt hurriedly as if to escape something, but she was the one who took the shirt and threw it afar, as if to keep me from wearing it again. She was excited, I know, as her beautiful, sculptured face showed it. She wanted me, and at this very hour, I realized that she wanted me more. She touched my body, with strict tenderness, as if it was so brittle that it would break. I invited her with my wet kiss. I released my lips from her and kissed her neck down. I breathed on her, making her my will to live. She is my life, I thought. Nothing could take her away from me.

Helen was being the best she could be for me, and I in turn became the best for her. She knew how I loved her, but she also knew that I could not express it in words. So I left my actions to say what they had to say, delicately, ever so delicately.

I went down, feeling her very life upon me. I pushed me in and we were bonded. I wished so hard that this would never end and I felt that she was mine. She was moaning for more. "Fuck me, John," she said.

"Oh," she cried slowly. But I just intensified my desire for her. She was with me, what more could I want?

But just then, I realized something. I wanted more. I wanted her flesh, there was still more to get than just her.

I reached for the razor, but I felt her eyes were closed, but upon mine. She loves me, I thought. I did not want her to stop loving me, the least I could do was catch the moment. And then I pushed the blade into her abdomen, slowly, gently, and I was caressing her. I put my finger inside her and felt the warm love of her intestines and her bloody guts. I made sure that blood would not spill, and it didn't. My love for Helen yet intensified, and I took the butcher's knife settled near the lamp table and I willingly chopped of her head. Her eyes were closed, but I felt them staring into mine, wishing that this would never end.

I opened her eyes and plucked it out, but still, I wasn't yet satisfied. I saw the green orbs filling with blood, and I felt sick. Sick in the sense that I didn't want to spare some of her blood. I gently sucked the eyeballs until no blood was visible. I kissed them and then set them aside.

But still, I wasn't the least satisfied. I used the butcher's knife to strip her of her remaining clothes: her skin. I could see the bloody muscles and I licked it. I liked the taste of her wet blood, and saw that she was very beautiful. I was so very lucky to have her like this, immortalized.

I picked up her clean eyeballs which I set aside, and looked them. She was the most beautiful girl which I ever saw and she was to remain like this. I looked in them and felt contented.

"I love you," I said softly, and I know, I was saying it for the very first time.

But still, I could feel another set of eyes upon me...
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This is the story of Philip Williamson, one of the more violent maniacs in the Fort. After this confession, he was released two years later, but was again admitted to the asylum.

The End

Copyright 2001 by Dominic Sanchez.

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