He was a quiet, reserved and very meticulous man. Routine controlled his day along with a touch of OCD he had since a kid. Never one to approach a lady, not that he wasn't a handsome man, he just didn't have that self-esteem to do so. This all changed that moment in the cafe. Looking at her he felt alive for the first time, he felt awake, bold, all the things his life lacked. Adrenaline was pumping through his body as he stared at her naked body on his bed, this was a day of many firsts.
She begged him to take control, asking to reveal that inner wild side she knew he had. Everything she asked him to so was totally alien to him but in that moment he was under her spell and her wish was his command. His hands around her neck, he was feeling an intense amount of pleasure he never felt before. Harder she asked, don't hold back, make me bruise. His eyes rolling back into his head, this was like an outer body experience and one he never wanted to stop but he could feel the climax about to happen.
One hand around her neck while the other covering her mouth, both as a result of her placing them there. The euphoric feeling of the orgasm made him totally lose control of his bodily sensations and everything went numb. Once finished he rolled over totally exhausted and he had a sense of fulfillment, this had been 37 years in the making. He reached out and held her hand before looking over at her with a huge smile on his face, but what he seen soon got rid of that smile.
She was dead. Her body lay there lifeless, he tried shaking her but to no use. Now he was in a state of total panic and didn't know what to do, he knew if he told anyone then he would go to prison so he decided to lift her upstairs to the spare room and place her in the bed and lock the door.
As the weeks passed he started to decorate the room her body was in a lot more such as placing flowers around her bed. He also dressed her by buying an outfit each week and changing her every Sunday. This was all very creepy but the most creepy part was that he kept getting very intense sexual urges that he tried to suppress but the severity of them started to drive him crazy and finally he gave in. He would climb upon her, carefully lifting up her dress and relive the events of that night all over again. After this he would kiss her forehead, sit there and cry into his hands.
This would start to happen more often, and he even started to but her gifts every Thursday as this was the day they met. He was aware of what he was doing but didn't care, he had developed such love for her he was unable to stop.
A couple of months later he bought her a ring and placed it on her finger, even throwing a fake wedding for them both and of course consummating their marriage that night in her wedding dress. The weirdest thing was that everything that day they met happened so fast he never actually got her name so he would just refer to her as general names as "My love", "Lady" and now "Wife".
As he grew old he knew that his time was running out, especially after he was diagnosed with lung cancer. Her body was now so decayed she was hardly even recognisable from the beautiful girl in the cafe many years ago. He was heartbroken at the thought that she would left here alone when he passed away so he spent every second of the day at her bedside, talking and reading to her before his urges would once again take over.
His condition deteriorated dramatically and now it was a matter of days. He decided to make one last choice "For her", he cut her finger with the wedding ring on it off and placed it in his pocket before slowly cutting through her fragile body, pulling out her heart and eating it, he then closed his eyes one last time. She was the only woman he ever had, she took his heart and now he took hers. Together they lay forever.
