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It has been 2 months since the last killing. The first two victims had provided great joy to me before and especially after their deaths. I will never forget the sexy body of the young woman I strangled and the smell and taste of the second one whom I drowned in the bathtub.). Yesterday morning, I felt the lust upon me again so I went out in the evening to a nearby neighbourhood to try my luck. I happened to walk by a house where a crowd of young women were leaving. A young, pregnant and sexily dressed woman was at the door, waving goodbye to them and thanking them for their gifts. It must have been her baby shower that has just ended. I enjoyed her sexy pregnant curves through her tight fitting baby doll maternity dress for a while but decided that it was too risky to take her as my next victim as I have no idea who was at home with her. I was about to walk off when I heard one of her departing friends ask her to take care as she will be alone for the night. She replied that her husband would return the next morning. I knew then that I had my next victim. I walked towards a nearby café and waited for an hour until it got dark, all the while fantasizing about what I would do to her corpse after I kill her.

When I returned to the house, the lights were off except for one of the first floor rooms. I decided to break in while I got to the chance. I approached a rear window and opened it easily as it was not locked. I crept into the house and approached the staircase leading up. I was near the front door when suddenly, I heard the sound of a car stopping outside and someone walking towards the front door. I quickly ran and hid beneath the staircase behind some boxes. The door opened and I saw someone opened the front door and walked in. The light was switched on and through a gap between two boxes, I saw that it was a young woman who somewhat resembled the pregnant lady. It was probably her younger sister who had come to accompany her. She was very beautiful and dressed sexily in a white spaghetti top with an almost transparent sleeveless blouse over it. Her tight fitting black pants showed off her long and shapely legs. As she walked in, I could smell the fragrance of her perfume. And she was alone! I sure felt lucky.
She walked past the place I was hiding and started to walk up the stairs. I quietly but swiftly walked out from my hiding place, walked behind her a delivered a hard chop to the back of her slender neck. There was a thump sound and her head jerked backwards. She gave a short sexy sounding gasp of pain and went limp instantly, falling backwards into my arms. She would be out for quite some time with that blow. I could feel her body pressing against me and I could smell her hair in my face. I inadvertently reached forward to cop a feel of her shapely breasts.

Just then, I heard her sister calling out for her. I immediately lowered her onto the floor and crept back beneath the stairs. I was just in time as her sister came down the stairs soon after. She was still in the sexy red dress and quickly went over to check on her sister. After shaking and slapping her gently and failing to get a response from her comatose sister, she stood up and took out her mobile. I quickly stepped forward towards her and she gave a short scream of fear before my left hand clamped down over her mouth and nose while my right hand grabbed her neck. She dropped the phone as she tried to struggle with me but she could not free herself from my strong grip. I pushed her against the wall, feeling her pregnancy-swelled breasts pressing into me, while continuing to squeeze her neck and [pressed down over her mouth and nose. She made some whimpering noise and tried pushing my arms away ineffectively for a while before her struggles weakened. Soon, she went limp and sagged against the wall, with only me holding her body upright. I removed my left hand from her face and saw that her mouth was open, probably gasping for air before she died. My hand was stained with her saliva and I licked it, savouring the pregnant taste before giving her parted lips a quick kiss. I felt a tinge of remorse at killing her unborn child but there was no other way.

I gently lowered her onto the floor where she lies beside her still unconscious sister. She, however, is no longer breathing and her face is slightly bluish. I found out that my throttling had left a dark bruise on her neck, which seems to enhance her sexiness and beauty. Her mouth was also open, which seemed to be inviting me to kiss her so I gave her a long French kiss, playing with her tongue with my own and tasting her saliva. I decided to act fast as I did not know who else would come and also because I have another victim waiting for me. I decided to have her on the large table in the dining room so I carried her limp for and lay her body onto the table. I then pulled up her dress and pulled down her pink undies. Her vagina looked warm and inviting so I rammed my stiff penis into it, entering her with ease. I kissed and stroked her face as I repeatedly pushed into her, lying on her swollen, pregnant belly as I did so. It felt good to have a rounded belly under me as all my previous victims were rather slim. I placed her arms around my neck as I continued to kiss her and squeeze her distended belly. Finally, my cum exploded into her dead vagina. I pulled out my penis from her and used it to stroke her face, leaving semen stains on her cheeks. I then placed it into her mouth and used her teeth to stimulate me until I force fed her with a second load of cum. By then, I was rather tired and thirsty so I pulled her dress and bra up until her milk filled breasts were exposed and I suckled on one of her ripe nipples. Warm, sweet milk filled my mouth as I sucked with glee. Only then was I done with her. I pulled back her bra and dress and I saw that my violent actions had caused her vagina to bleed before covering her vagina with her undies.

I then started on her sister. She was still unconscious but could wake up anytime so I decided to make her sleep permanent. I took out the slim leather belt I always keep in my pocket and wrapped it around her neck. I then tightened it and watched as her face slowly turned blue. After around 10 minutes, I unwrapped the belt from her neck, leaving a red ring around it. She sighed sexily as her last, by now stale, breath escaped from her mouth. I enjoyed the sight of her lightly made up face tilting limply upwards as I held up her body and took off her sleeves outer top. The spaghetti strap she was wearing inside highlighted her sexy body and I could feel my penis hardening again. I lowered her back onto the floor and proceeded to pull down her pants and undies, revealing her shapely thighs and legs and of course, her smooth, shaven vagina. I wasted no time and entered her while her body was still warm. She was much tighter then her sister and her virginity was confirmed when I felt her hymen tearing and warm blood flowed over my penis. She flopped about limply as I savagely thrust into her. I played with her lips and limp tongue with my fingers as I pushed forward repeatedly towards her, feeling her shapely breasts pushing into me. When I have shot my seed into her, impregnating her dead womb, I was exhausted and spent. I hugged her cooling body and stroke her breasts and flat stomach as I kissed her on her bluish face as I dozed off. I woke up an hour later in a panic. Luckily, no one came back. I got to work immediately. The Kosmetics Killer must always leave his calling card.

I started with the younger sister. I applied a layer of pink eye shadow on her eyelids and bright pink lipstick on her purplish lips, I also put some blusher on her cheeks, making her look more alive and seductive. I decided to leave her half-dressed, with her bloody vagina in full view of whoever is lucky enough to find her later on. For her sister, I have something special in mind. It is not every day that I can get a beautiful pregnant victim. I went back to the table where the pregnant woman is lying peacefully, dead and oblivious to what I have in store for her. Her pregnant belly was bare and exposed as I have earlier pulled up her dress. I decided to decorate it. Taking a purple marker pen I found in the house, I decided to leave a message for her husband. I found out that she was expecting a boy as the presents were all addressed to “Baby Michael” so I wrote “Congrats! It’s a boy!” on her pregnant abdomen and drew a large smiley face just to be friendly. I left her dress up above her belly, so her belly and the message, together with her blood-stained undies could be seen easily. I then painted her lips with bright red lipstick and coloured her eyes with blue eye shadow and purple mascara. Finally, I applied some blusher on her blue tinged face. I then arranged some of the presents she received in a circle around her body. As a finishing touch, I tied a blue balloon which I found in the house around her neck. I gave her a final kiss on her gaping mouth before leaving. On the way out, I passed by the corpse of her sister and I was getting so horny by then that I stripped and forced my penis into her parted mouth, ejaculating for the 4th time that night as her throat bulged with my cum. I then switched off the lights, crept out of the window and left for home. The two lovely sisters have given me a most wonderful time and I was glad to be able to impregnate both of them in one night.

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Memoirs of a Bisexual Chapter 9 The PickUp

I was excited. Jeff was coming up for the weekend and I hadn't seen him since Christmas break and now it was May. One of our favorite rock bands was playing in Athens at the Georgia Theater and we were not going to miss it. I was also getting excited over the fact that Jeff and I were sure to have sex while he was visiting. That was pretty much solidified when Jeff reserved a hotel room in downtown Athens so we wouldn't have to "worry about the roommates," as he put it. We hadn't been with each...

Memoirs of a Woman of the Wind

I opened my weak weary eyes, the glare from the bright sunshine obscured my vision,as strange faces looked down upon me.I could hear the sound of rolling waves from the sea, and my clothes felt heavy and wet.My blonde hair was all matted from the salty water.I had been lying u*********s on a sandy beach.The handsome faces staring down at me were brown with a slight reddish tint to them.I'd never seen faces like these before.There was a mix of men and women, and some young boys and girls amongst...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIIChapter 7 The Wedding Approaches

Throughout the month of May, as my nuptials approached, I became increasingly nervous. It seemed as if things were piling up all around me and I had nowhere to turn. This, of course, was the sheerest nonsense since both Siobhan and James had shouldered a burden worthy of Atlas. By the time June arrived I was wishing the entire thing was over and done with, yet more difficulties arrived daily. In retrospect, with the wisdom of age and the experience of other weddings, I can now say with...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IChapter 9 The Next Day

I awoke the next day an hour or so before noon, with a great deal of confusion and a small but bothersome headache. I was in a bed and felt a great weight on my arm. Opening my eyes, I found myself back in my room, in my own bed, and the weight on my arm proved to be James’ hand clasping mine. He was sitting in an armchair, still dressed from the previous night but without his coat or hat or ascot and with his shirt mostly undone, and amazingly, was unshaven! I attempted to retrieve my hand...

Memoirs of a Bisexual Chapter 1 The Sexual Revolution

I have always been a sexual person. I have always been turned on by sex. When I was 16, I got my first “serious” girlfriend, meaning the first girl I ever tongue kissed, made out with and felt up. My dad sensed that I was a in the beginning stages of a hormone drenched relationship with a girl who was a bit more experienced than I and a year older. He had the “Sex Talk” with me where he discussed STD’s, pregnancy, and condoms. But he also instilled a bit of wisdom in me about sex. He told me...

Memoirs of a Bisexual Chapter 1 The Sexual Revolution

I have always been a sexual person. I have always been turned on by sex. When I was 16, I got my first “serious” girlfriend, meaning the first girl I ever tongue kissed, made out with and felt up. My dad sensed that I was a in the beginning stages of a hormone drenched relationship with a girl who was a bit more experienced than I and a year older. He had the “Sex Talk” with me where he discussed STD’s, pregnancy, and condoms. But he also instilled a bit of wisdom in me about sex. He told me...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIIChapter 11 The Last Supper

We hurried back to the mansion so that James and I could bathe and dress for our dinner that evening. Mrs. Whitney had invited us to dine at the estate, where a number of our guests were staying with her. Ahkbar Singh had managed to avoid this dinner by complaining of an intestinal ailment, but the amused look in his eyes convinced me that this was a most opportune illness. However, James and I would be accompanied by both my Matron of Honor and my putative father, Siobhan and Uncle Wally....

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IChapter 5 The Secret Passage

The next several days were spent in a most leisurely and pleasant fashion. Daylight hours would find Siobhan and I working alongside my uncle in his large and elaborate study and library, reading and taking correspondence and otherwise assisting him in his investments. I soon came to realize the grand scale of those investments, and how the breeding stables he maintained here were at best an avocation. Still, he explained to me at one point that even in this he was successful, and the profit...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IChapter 11 The End of My Story

I awoke the next morning in much the same condition as I had awoken the previous morning, wrapped around James with his arms wrapped around me, but with the singular distinction that now we were both naked. As before, my head was on his chest with an arm thrown across him, and one leg wrapped around his lower limbs, while his arms were around me. I found this much to my liking, and cuddled against him, feeling the animal warmth of his person as I listened to his baritone purr. As my eyes...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIChapter 4 Passing the Time and a Great Commotion

The month of October passed with my beginning to assume the station of Mistress of the House. James let it be known that he considered my commands as his, which I felt was somewhat overblown, but dared not deny him. I solved this problem simply by not giving any commands, and by simply going about my, by then, normal existence. Our first day back in Saratoga, James had asked me, after dinner, when we were alone and thinking of retiring to bed, if I would consider sharing his bed prior to our...

Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IIIChapter 4 Trysting With the Maids

The following day James traveled to Albany, the state capitol, on business purposes. (His comment to me was that he had need to purchase some politicians, either one Senator or two Congressmen, whichever would prove cheaper!) He planned to spend the night and then return the next day, and for once had traveled without me. These small trips occurred on a monthly basis, and we always spent some time on a small holiday, answerable to nobody and nothing but our own decadent tastes. However, James...

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