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Hello everybody, I don't know if this subject was already tackled. If it's the case, please forgive me. I would like to know your first necrophiliac experience. I think that we are born gay or heterosexual (or non-sexual, etc, but is it not the subject). The experiences of the childhood then shape us, create certain sexual desires like the necrophilia.
When do you realize your lure for death?
As for me, I grew up on a farm and my father was a veterinarian. He took me with him to control slaughterhouses. It was not really a place for the children. But I remember perfectly the smell of the death, pools of curdled blood, wasps on carcasses..... I saw them bolt a calf and watched it twitch. Seeing that body that day before it was carted off changed something in me. I found it fascinating to see. I cannot explain it but I am sure you all can feel it too. I think it was the founder event of my transformation.
After that, I began to play dead myself until as I felt my first sexual emotions. When I was a kid my favorite game was "morgue"....I played the forensic expert and put all the other kids from the neighborhood on a slab at a construction site, I loved the boys best, nothing for the girls. When I was fourteen, I felt some excitement when I saw a handsome man dying in films. In butcher's shops, I liked imagining naked men instead of steaks and chickens, their cold flesh lying on the stall. Nothing for the women, or the children. For me, they have the immunity. I hate the violence inflicted on the women, the children or on the animals.
Only deaths of beautiful men arouse me.
What about you?
When do you realize your lure for death?
As for me, I grew up on a farm and my father was a veterinarian. He took me with him to control slaughterhouses. It was not really a place for the children. But I remember perfectly the smell of the death, pools of curdled blood, wasps on carcasses..... I saw them bolt a calf and watched it twitch. Seeing that body that day before it was carted off changed something in me. I found it fascinating to see. I cannot explain it but I am sure you all can feel it too. I think it was the founder event of my transformation.
After that, I began to play dead myself until as I felt my first sexual emotions. When I was a kid my favorite game was "morgue"....I played the forensic expert and put all the other kids from the neighborhood on a slab at a construction site, I loved the boys best, nothing for the girls. When I was fourteen, I felt some excitement when I saw a handsome man dying in films. In butcher's shops, I liked imagining naked men instead of steaks and chickens, their cold flesh lying on the stall. Nothing for the women, or the children. For me, they have the immunity. I hate the violence inflicted on the women, the children or on the animals.
Only deaths of beautiful men arouse me.
What about you?
