The head should be separated from the pig’s body. This way the head can be degraded and abused distinct from the filthy body. Grip the head and think about the plates in the skull. The skull is made of plates and sutures. The skull is elastic allowing the plates to shift. Think about that as you stab its throat with your cock.
Sometimes I imagine a headless pig sitting on a wooden chair next to my bed. Its head is still connected to its body with clear plastic tubes supplying oxygen and blood. I have the head in bed with me, and I am fucking it slowly, enjoying the gagging and retching. I have shaved the pig’s head and drawn all the plates and sutures on its skull, and labeled them with the proper names.
I really like this pig-maker fellow’s posts. I mean, my arousal tends to be mixed with a strong sense of what-the-fuck-am-I-reading, but his writing style is nonetheless engaging. It’s like his entire blog is some kind of weird erotic horror novel where the horror and the erotic elements overlap completely.
I’m like 85% certain that he is a current or future serial killer. But still, engaging prose.
The best sadists always make you secretly wonder if they’re serial killers.
Indeed. I enjoy similarly ghoulish aesthetics, but I like to think that I’m a little more Ted Bundy to his Ed Gein.
Oh yes…Ted…mmmmm…brush my hair and put makeup on me and call me pretty when I’m dead…
(via useless-girlrage)