This is one of the more degenerate things that I’ve written, but I’m pretty proud of the detail. It’s not necessarily for the weakest of stomachs, so proceed as you wish, but you’ve been warned.Scott McMarsh
“She gets home from the gym every night at 7:30, preheats the oven for whatever dinner she’s cooking for the night, undresses in her room while leaving the curtains drawn, then she gets into the shower,” the man repeats to himself in his head. “Gym at 7:30, preheats over, undresses for shower, gets shower. Altogether, that probably doesn’t take longer than five minutes. She showers for fifteen minutes if she doesn’t shave her legs, thirty if she does. It’s Tuesday and the last time she shaved them was Saturday, so she should be shaving again tonight.”
The man’s phone vibrated. He silenced it and lifted the dim screen close to his face. It read 7:30. He waited for the sound of a 2013 Dodge Dart to come into the driveway. Approximately three minutes later, the car pulled up. He listened to her close the door, fuss with her keys and open the front door to her house. Lights started shining through the windows, and she walked straight to the kitchen and preheated the oven.
“Gym, oven, undressing.” He repeated to himself. His heart started racing and his eyes focused on her open bedroom window. She entered and took her hair out of the bun that it was in. The way that she put her hands behind her head and shook her hair out through her petite fingers made his heart race faster and his face feel warm.
She stripped out of her pants, revealing red underwear with lace on the sides, his favorite. Sweat stained the top of the underwear and it could be seen where her thighs touched, right around her crotch. The woman lifted her shirt over her head and underneath was a teal sports bra with a logo that he could never seem to make out. She stripped out of her sports bra, showing perky breasts that he fantasized about every night for the past two years. The nipples were small and always pointed when she got home from the gym. Usually by the time she got out of the shower, they were soft and scrumptious how he liked them.
As the woman stepped out of her underwear, her unkempt vagina shined through the pubic hair that covered it. He used to only be attracted to woman with Brazilian waxes, but the second he discovered this gem of a woman, his opinion changed.
He would often
think about think about what her vagina tasted like when they both went to the
same gym. She was the most beautiful of God’s creations, but he could never
build up the courage to ask her out. Back in the days when he still went to the
gym, he’d run on the elliptical when she lifted weights, toning her already
perfect ass, or he’d lift weights when she used the treadmill so that she might
After months of
waiting for her to look at him, he showed up to the gym and waited in his car.
At 7:20, she walked out to her car and that’s when he discovered that she drove
the Dart. He thought that following her would have been too obvious, so night
after night he would park in different parking lots that he knew were in the
direction of her house and watch where she went. In two weeks, he had her
The house was
beautiful, and it was clear that she lived alone without pets after one week of
scouting. He saw the woods and foliage behind the two-story house and starred
through the windows until he knew which room was her bedroom. That’s when he
found out that she stripped every night after the gym with her curtains up and
her beautiful body revealed to whoever was lucky enough to watch from the woods
below. After that, he stopped going to the gym and instead started coming to
her house every night and watching, learning her schedule perfectly. “Gym, oven,
shower,” he repeated, even though she was already about to jump into the
It was already pitch-black and there was a layer of snow on the ground but that didn’t stop him from pulling his rock-hard penis out of his pants and stroking it as he starred at her perfect body. Thinking about her all the time became a chore for him since he couldn’t seem to stop no matter what he tried. He tried online dating apps, asking out woman that he met at the bar and at one point tried a prostitute, but all she did was make him get a shot of penicillin. Eventually, he decided that none of the alternatives would help and he resorted to camping out in the trees, watching her undress and thinking about the taste of her pussy.
With the pair of binoculars that he had stashed away there on one of the earliest nights he sat in the tree, he got a closer look at her body. She had freckles all up her arms and back, and it might have been a core day because she kept reaching her arms up and bending backwards to stretch her abs. The way that her hard nipples reached to the sky with her was enough for him to stroke his cock harder and faster, until he ejaculated off the tree. It fell to the ground into where hundreds of other piles of ejaculate rested.
He zipped up his pants and continued to watch as she walked to the shower, turned on and tested the water, then got in. Scaling down the tree as carefully as he could, he landed on the ground and ran to the sliding glass back door. He tried the handle but it was locked, but he had seen her lock herself out of her apartment one time before, so he opened the shell of a small turtle statue that sat beside the door and grabbed her key. The key slid into the lock and clicked to a satisfying open. Carefully, he put the key back into the turtle and stepped inside the house.
The water heater
was roaring from the basement and the sound of water hitting the floor above
silently calmed him. He knew that his plan was going perfectly. The floorboards
were quiet, so he hardly made a sound as he climbed the stairs to the second
floor. She slept in the master bedroom, which was off to his left, and the
bathroom was connected to that. The door was wide open, and he could hear
singing that attracted him like a siren. Even though he had just masturbated,
his penis hardened again. He reached his hand into his pants and stroked it a
little bit, making it rise even more. He could listen to her voice all day if
he had the time, but he only had about twenty-five more minutes to finish up.
“I’m in love
with the shape of you. We push and pull like a magnet do,” she sang loudly, and
with the grace of an angel.
He walked into
her room and sniffed her pillow. It smelled exactly like what he thought it
would, the scent was a mix of lavender and vanilla. The dirty clothes that she
had stripped out of were laying on the floor beside the bed, and he picked up
her red panties, inhaling deeply to get every odor inside. He slipped the
underwear into his back pocket and did the same with the sports bra.
The song that
she was singing changed to Thriller, “It’s close to midnight. Something evil’s
lurking from the dark. Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops
your heart.” The lyrics turned to mumbling as she forgot the words. He sniffed
her pillow again and then crept towards the open bathroom door.
Steam rose to
the ceiling and covered the mirror with a dense fog. He knew that she never
turned the fan on to get the steam out, and he had always worried that she’d
get some mold and then have to move or spend a few nights somewhere else. Her
singing was captivating, and the scent of lavender and vanilla froze him in
place as he smelled and enjoyed it.
He slipped his
phone out of his pocket, bumping his hand against his now fully-erect penis and
opened YouTube. Clumsily, he typed “”Psycho Violin Screech” and clicked the
first video. It started playing but his phone was still silent. With a quick
move, he paused the video and restarted it, then pulled the knife that he had
strapped to his leg out of its holster. He set the phone down on the sink and
turned the volume up.
He pulled the
dirty panties out of his back pocket and breathed in deeply again, letting her
aroma tickle his lungs. His penis was throbbing and kept telling him to hurry
up. Quickly, he hit play on the video and the sounds rang through the bathroom.
She stopped singing and her hand touched the shower curtain to look out, but it
was too late.
He plunged the
knife into the curtain repeatedly, keeping pace with the violin. She screamed,
but they stopped when he jabbed her in the throat and blood spattered the
curtain and tile walls. Blood ran down the drain just like it did in the movie
and the woman collapsed to the ground. The video stopped and he pulled the
curtain back to see his work.
Her throat, arms
and hands had all been sliced and stabbed. He admired the woman’s chest but
cursed himself, realizing that he had stabbed right through the nipple of her
right breast. Up close, he began admiring the body, letting the shower pelt her
and wash the blood away. There were more freckles on her back than he had ever
seen before, and her pubic hair was actually designed into an imperfect star.
pouring from her wounds and he carried her to her bed, laying her on the pillow
that he had smelled earlier. He crawled into bed with her and curled up under
her limp arm. “I’m so glad to finally meet you,” he said to her. “I always
wanted you to notice me, but I never knew what to say. Oh God, I’m being
ridiculous. I just want to enjoy this moment.” He smelled her newly washed hair
and rubbed his hand on her half-shaven leg.
“I don’t think
it’s too early to tell you that I love you. I know we just met, but I’ve been
thinking about you constantly since I saw you. I never believed in love at
first sight until you came around. Now I’m a true believer, and I’m laying here,
cuddling with you. I never thought this moment would come, but I’m so glad it
He kissed her left
nipple while rubbing her legs and face. “Your hair is softer than I ever would
have guessed. It’s like a field of wheat. I know it’s wet, but I can still tell
that it’s beautiful. And that star? Magnificent! It’s scrumptious. You have no
idea how long I’ve waited to see it up close. Your pussy is God’s finest work,
only in competition with your ass and breasts.
“I love you so
much. I’ve never been happier than I am right now and it’s all thanks to you.
I’d like to show you how much I love you.” He took off his pants and underwear,
his dick throbbed, and he stroked it a few times. “May I?”
regret this. You’re perfect in every way and you’ve made me the happiest man
alive.” He inserted his penis into her vagina, and pumped repeatedly, playing
with both her intact and split tits. “Do you like this? I don’t want to do
anything that you’re uncomfortable with.” Still no answer. “Just tell me if I’m
doing anything that you don’t like. I want you to be as happy as I am.”
For ten minutes,
he made love to the lifeless, cold vagina until he came inside of her. “I know
I should have pulled out, but now that we’re together, I can’t wait to have
kids. They’ll be perfect. If we have a boy, we can name him Bailey. I’ve always
loved that name. If it’s a girl, what about Zoey? Oh, who am I kidding. You can
name the kids. I’ll do whatever you want.
“We could get a dog, too! Can you imagine that? Both of us playing in the backyard with our dog and kids? You have a great yard, so I can just move in here and then I’ll build a fence for you so that the dog can’t get out. I like border collies. What do you like?” The body shifted as he turned to look her in the eyes as he asked the question. “It’s okay if you don’t tell me now! Just think about it and let me know. But I’m tired. Are you ready for bed?” He paused and waited for her answer, staring deeply into her blank eyes. “You look exhausted yourself. Let’s get some sleep.”
He adjusted her
so that she was the little spoon and fell asleep with a smile on her face. The
next morning, he woke up and smelled her, noticing the lavender, vanilla and
rotten flesh. He breathed deeply and then rolled her to her front, having sex
with her again before he showered and made breakfast for two.
amazing,” he said to her as he brought the plates of food to the bedroom. “I
still can’t believe we finally met. I hope you like eggs and toast. I didn’t
see much else around your house so I made what I could. Truthfully, I’m not the
best cook, but now that I have you, that won’t be a problem! I’ve seen you make
all sorts of things and I’d love to learn how to do them with you. I’ve always
thought that cooking is one of the most romantic things that a couple can do
He ate his food
and starred at her plate, “you must not be very hungry. That’s okay. Or, is it
that you don’t like my cooking? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to disappoint you!
I was just trying to help. I’ll go try again!” Sprinting at full speed, he went
to the kitchen and tried again, making the eggs sunny side up instead of
scrambled, and toasting the bread a little less than last time. “Is that
better?” he asked when he went back to the bedroom.
On the bedside
table, her phone rang. He picked it up. “Hello?”
“Hi, is this
“Yes, it is. Can
I ask what you’re calling about?”
“She hasn’t come
into work today and she’s not the type to not come in without notice. Is she
around? Can I speak with her?”
“She’s a little
busy right now. Can I take a message?”
“Um… yeah. Just
tell her that her boss called.”
He hung up the
phone. “Your boss called,” he said. “It’s not a problem though. I’m sure he’ll
understand. I mean, who is he to interrupt true love?
“Hey, I think
I’m going to go outside and start putting together a fence so that we can get a
dog. It shouldn’t be too hard. Do you have any wood in your basement or
garage?” No answer. “That’s okay. I’ll go look around. Worst-case scenario, I
just dig holes for the posts now and get some later.”
There wasn’t any
wood around the house, so he grabbed a shovel and ran outside, digging quickly
so that he could impress Vanessa. He kept saying “Vanessa” out loud, happy that
he finally knew her name. As he was digging the third hole, a cop car drove up
“Hey,” the cop
said. “Is this Vanessa’s house?”
“Yep!” he said
excitedly. “Why do you ask?”
“I got a call
from her boss and he asked me to check in. What’s your name son? And can I ask
what you’re doing out here with a shovel?”
“My names Tyler.
Vanessa and I are going to get a dog, but we need a fence first. I’m digging
holes for the posts.”
“Okay Tyler. Do
you mind if I talk to Vanessa? Her boss seemed quite worried and I’m sure he’d
be happier if I could let him know that she’s feeling okay.”
“That’s not a
problem officer. Let me get cleaned off a little bit before we go inside so I
don’t track dirt through the house.” He set the shovel down and walked to a
spicket on the side of the house and washed the dirt off of his hands and arms.
“You can park your car in the driveway if you want. Then I’ll show you around.”
cop said, with caution in his voice. “Let me call a buddy of mine first.”
A few minutes
later, another cop pulled up and they all walked around the house. “This is the
living room and kitchen,” Tyler said, extending his arm as if he was holding a
tray of drinks. “She’s probably upstairs though. She might still be asleep.”
One cop took
point while the other stayed behind. When they got to the top of the stairs, Tyler
ran ahead. “One second. Let me give her a heads up so that she doesn’t get
He walked into
the room. “Hey babe, just a heads up, we have some company that want to check
on you. It’s not a big deal. They just want to say hello.” He walked back to
the door and signaled the two cops to come in. “She’s still a little tired so
don’t expect much talking from her.”
The cops walked
in and their faces turned green. The mutilated body was laying still in the bed
and semen had stained the sheets between her wide legs. The cut on her breast
was completely covered in blood and colored with different shades of red, purple,
green and white. Her skin was turning a noticeable blue and the smell was so
strong that one of the cops audibly gagged. They both drew their guns and aimed
“Get on the
ground now! You’re being arrested for the murder of Vanessa Stonebraker!” One
cop pushed him to the ground when he didn’t immediately follow their
instructions and they handcuffed him. They dragged him to his feet and left the
room, leaving the rotting corpse to lie until someone else could come pick it
“You know what
has a nice ring to it?” Tyler asked the cops. “Vanessa Cope. I can’t wait for
her to take my last name.”