My beheading fantasy
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Colleen
Aug 24, 2010, 6:16:26 AM8/24/10
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My beheading Fantasy
It is late in the afternoon on a unusually warm February Day at a nude
beach on the North Side of San Francisco Bay. The beach has been
deserted for and hour. I strip down to my bikini and take a slow walk
up the beach. The water is ice cold and a very fast tide is going out
of the bay under the Golden Gate Bridge. As I walk around a little
cove I see a Japanese Sword Master Practicing.
He is dressed in a Traditional Samurai outfit. The Samurai is young,
maybe thirty, he is both athletic and handsome. The blade flashes as
if cutting the fading sunlight with this lighting fast moves.
Suddenly he stops with is back to me. The beautiful blue silk robes
fluttering ever so slightly in the calm sea breeze. Suddenly I
realize that he knows I am spying on him. The Young samurai Master
turns and looks at me. I am frozen, not in fear, but knowing that
this is something I have always dreamed of. He points the sword at
me. I walk out from behind my hiding place and walk trembling towards
him.
I stop, my nipples hard as he walks around me examining my body. He
lifts my long red hair gently with the sword. He then moves the blade
under my bikini top. It is so sharp that my top falls off. Hearing
no protest, he gently cuts the sides of my bikini and I standing naked
on the beach. The sun is beginning to set. The Samurai Master stops
in front of me. Our eyes lock, saying nothing, but knowing how this
will end. He pushes me down, with the blade on the top of my head.
They making a large swing, brings the blade quickly to my neck.
The Sword Master expertly stops the blade against my neck, not drawing
even a drop of blood.
He bows to me and says in accented English, "You may go."
I bow back and say, "No, we both want this." He says nothing, but
looks around to see if we are being watched. The Samurai shakes his
head, "No, there is no way I can get rid of your corpse. Besides it
seems such a waste of a beautiful Gaijin."
"The out going tide is strong and the water cold. They will never find
my body." I replied.
The Samurai looks at the strong current, running out of the bay faster
than a man can walk.
His the tip of his sword is buried in the sand. I reach out and grab
the end. I touch it to my throat then put it in my mouth. Trying to
give it a blow job, but trying not to cut my tongue at the same time.
Our eyes are locked again. He pulls the sword out of my mouth and
steps closer to me. Still in the kneeling position I pull his hard
uncut cock out of his silk robe.
I gently give him a blow job. He looks down at me as I suck, playing
with my long red hair.
"I would like to keep your head as a trophy." I nod, 'Yes' sealing
the deal. He is very Japanese, taking his time, enjoying the moment,
until finally he cums in my mouth.
"Wait here." The Samurai walks over to his bag. He pulls out a
second sword, some silk to tie my hair up and a very expensive
camera. He hands me the silk and I put my hair in a position where it
will not be in the way. I hear the camera shutter click. Over and
over again, He walks around me in a circle. He hands me the sword,
and bows. I hold it in my two hands showing it to him as he takes
more photos.
The Samurai stands in front of me again, looking down at me he says,
"You will have to commit Seppuku." He bows to me again. I bow, then
take the sword in both hands. He hands me a piece of silk to wrap the
blade so I do not cut my hands. The tip of the sword feel cold
against my belly.
We lock eyes again, then the Samurai nods. Instinctively I pull the
blade towards myself. It is so sharp that it is almost though me
before the pain hits. Trembling I move the rag up the blade and pull
again, I can fell the sword exit my back, blood running down my front
and butt.
The Samurai smiles at me indicating a job well done, so far. "What
will you do with my head?" I ask.
"I shall put in a jar of the finest vodka and show you off to my
friends" he said. "You must still make the side cut to disembowel
yourself. After that you may request the final blade."
Gathering my fading strengh I took one final look at the sun dipping
below the horizon. I could see fog gathering at places beyond the
Golden Gate. I took the handle of the sword and pulled hard to the
right, then up, then down, then to the left, and down. My intestines
ran out to the ground, I was still kneeling, taking in the moment.
The Samurai Master bowed to me. Holding up the camera he said, "May
I?" I smiled and looked at the camera as he clicked away in the
fading light. The Samurai looked around and seeing no one, he took a
few flash shots.
"These photos will bring a Kings Ransom. I thank you." We locked eyes
one last time. He could see that my death was near. The Samurai
pulled the blade out of his scabbard and presented it to me. I
nodded. He made a sweeping arc, and I felt the blade go through my
throat and neck. My head was still balanced on top of my top of
shoulders but my now dead body collapsed in the sand. My point of
view was looking at the sunset. Darkness closing in. I watched as
the Samurai took some more photos of my corpse the dragged my body
down the the water were the swift current took me out for a burial at
sea. The last thing I remember hearing was a cell phone call by the
Samurai, "Suni, I need a clear five gallon jar filled with your best
vodka. Have I got some photos to show you!"
It is late in the afternoon on a unusually warm February Day at a nude
beach on the North Side of San Francisco Bay. The beach has been
deserted for and hour. I strip down to my bikini and take a slow walk
up the beach. The water is ice cold and a very fast tide is going out
of the bay under the Golden Gate Bridge. As I walk around a little
cove I see a Japanese Sword Master Practicing.
He is dressed in a Traditional Samurai outfit. The Samurai is young,
maybe thirty, he is both athletic and handsome. The blade flashes as
if cutting the fading sunlight with this lighting fast moves.
Suddenly he stops with is back to me. The beautiful blue silk robes
fluttering ever so slightly in the calm sea breeze. Suddenly I
realize that he knows I am spying on him. The Young samurai Master
turns and looks at me. I am frozen, not in fear, but knowing that
this is something I have always dreamed of. He points the sword at
me. I walk out from behind my hiding place and walk trembling towards
him.
I stop, my nipples hard as he walks around me examining my body. He
lifts my long red hair gently with the sword. He then moves the blade
under my bikini top. It is so sharp that my top falls off. Hearing
no protest, he gently cuts the sides of my bikini and I standing naked
on the beach. The sun is beginning to set. The Samurai Master stops
in front of me. Our eyes lock, saying nothing, but knowing how this
will end. He pushes me down, with the blade on the top of my head.
They making a large swing, brings the blade quickly to my neck.
The Sword Master expertly stops the blade against my neck, not drawing
even a drop of blood.
He bows to me and says in accented English, "You may go."
I bow back and say, "No, we both want this." He says nothing, but
looks around to see if we are being watched. The Samurai shakes his
head, "No, there is no way I can get rid of your corpse. Besides it
seems such a waste of a beautiful Gaijin."
"The out going tide is strong and the water cold. They will never find
my body." I replied.
The Samurai looks at the strong current, running out of the bay faster
than a man can walk.
His the tip of his sword is buried in the sand. I reach out and grab
the end. I touch it to my throat then put it in my mouth. Trying to
give it a blow job, but trying not to cut my tongue at the same time.
Our eyes are locked again. He pulls the sword out of my mouth and
steps closer to me. Still in the kneeling position I pull his hard
uncut cock out of his silk robe.
I gently give him a blow job. He looks down at me as I suck, playing
with my long red hair.
"I would like to keep your head as a trophy." I nod, 'Yes' sealing
the deal. He is very Japanese, taking his time, enjoying the moment,
until finally he cums in my mouth.
"Wait here." The Samurai walks over to his bag. He pulls out a
second sword, some silk to tie my hair up and a very expensive
camera. He hands me the silk and I put my hair in a position where it
will not be in the way. I hear the camera shutter click. Over and
over again, He walks around me in a circle. He hands me the sword,
and bows. I hold it in my two hands showing it to him as he takes
more photos.
The Samurai stands in front of me again, looking down at me he says,
"You will have to commit Seppuku." He bows to me again. I bow, then
take the sword in both hands. He hands me a piece of silk to wrap the
blade so I do not cut my hands. The tip of the sword feel cold
against my belly.
We lock eyes again, then the Samurai nods. Instinctively I pull the
blade towards myself. It is so sharp that it is almost though me
before the pain hits. Trembling I move the rag up the blade and pull
again, I can fell the sword exit my back, blood running down my front
and butt.
The Samurai smiles at me indicating a job well done, so far. "What
will you do with my head?" I ask.
"I shall put in a jar of the finest vodka and show you off to my
friends" he said. "You must still make the side cut to disembowel
yourself. After that you may request the final blade."
Gathering my fading strengh I took one final look at the sun dipping
below the horizon. I could see fog gathering at places beyond the
Golden Gate. I took the handle of the sword and pulled hard to the
right, then up, then down, then to the left, and down. My intestines
ran out to the ground, I was still kneeling, taking in the moment.
The Samurai Master bowed to me. Holding up the camera he said, "May
I?" I smiled and looked at the camera as he clicked away in the
fading light. The Samurai looked around and seeing no one, he took a
few flash shots.
"These photos will bring a Kings Ransom. I thank you." We locked eyes
one last time. He could see that my death was near. The Samurai
pulled the blade out of his scabbard and presented it to me. I
nodded. He made a sweeping arc, and I felt the blade go through my
throat and neck. My head was still balanced on top of my top of
shoulders but my now dead body collapsed in the sand. My point of
view was looking at the sunset. Darkness closing in. I watched as
the Samurai took some more photos of my corpse the dragged my body
down the the water were the swift current took me out for a burial at
sea. The last thing I remember hearing was a cell phone call by the
Samurai, "Suni, I need a clear five gallon jar filled with your best
vodka. Have I got some photos to show you!"
Calais
Aug 25, 2010, 2:13:51 AM8/25/10
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Thank you for sharing your fantasy and for writing it so beautifully.
The guys on sites like this LOVE it when a woman fantasizes being
beheaded.
The guys on sites like this LOVE it when a woman fantasizes being
beheaded.
Calais
Aug 25, 2010, 2:33:15 AM8/25/10
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By way of thanks I uploaded two animations to Files. Both begin with
the word anime. Both are by the same artist. One is seppuku. Not the
same as your fantasy, but I thought you might like them.
the word anime. Both are by the same artist. One is seppuku. Not the
same as your fantasy, but I thought you might like them.
Colleen
Aug 25, 2010, 2:57:14 AM8/25/10
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Calais, I had a great time writing it...The first part of the story is
true.
I was at a State Park Beach North of SF on Winters day.
A Japanese Sword Master was working out. A Cal State Park Ranger
drove
up and make him leave, no 'weapons' on a State Beach.
true.
I was at a State Park Beach North of SF on Winters day.
A Japanese Sword Master was working out. A Cal State Park Ranger
drove
up and make him leave, no 'weapons' on a State Beach.
Al Kleavher
Aug 27, 2010, 1:07:28 PM8/27/10
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Very hot!
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Thanks Al, I masturbated a couple of time writing it....
Colleen
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