Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Kevin Adams - Predator & Serial killer

I heard a crack and she fell like a rag doll. I dragged her by the collar into a recess between two service gates. I glanced up and down. All around. So far, unseen. No time for dilly dallying. I squeezed her throat hard. I felt the smaller bones crushing. I maintained my grip for some thirty seconds. Her body went limp and I knew she was gone.

I wanted to get up and run but I couldn’t. I was engulfed in a fit like state as I experienced a massive orgasm. It hit me like a series of mule kicks. I fell back moaning, in a mixture of fear, panic and absolute sexual pleasure.

Suddenly it was over and I felt dirty. I got to my feet and looked down at my evil crotch. Ejaculate had already created a large wet patch on my trousers. I started walking, then jogging and as I exited the far end of the alley I broke into a run. The kind of run that wouldn’t attract any attention.

I ran all the way back to the Hotel. I showered and washed out my soiled clothing. My head was reeling. How could it be that I had no sexual intentions, yet  … what kind of monster was I becoming?

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