I'm A Mortician, Not Many Girls Follow This Profession

People get so weirded out by my profession. Granted isn't a girl thing, it's the family business. I'm a mortician, and work in our family funeral home. When you approach it our way, you are detached from the individual, you never knew them. But yes, all clients are undressed and bathed before embalming, and dressed again. So you do see genitals and everyone's are average. I've never seen a monster cock. That's a myth, a figment of some poor person's sense of inadequacy.

I want cock as much as the next girl. I do not fantasize with our clients. I call them clients, my Dad calls them clients, without them there would be nothing to bill for.

Once only did I invite a boy into the parlor, after a date. I asked him to get into a coffin, but he lost his erection abilities, so he lost out on a BJ. I have some old pictures of me naked in the casket room, my brother took the pictures to impress his friends. The naked girl was anonymous, he didn't tell them I was his sister. I was 14 then.

We grew up normal, like everyone else. I had my sweet sixteen slumber party and we played with a couple of dildos. I went on a summer abroad in college, not to Transylvania. I didn't get my mortician license until after college. I date a boring accountant, he works on tax returns.
We have adventure dates, swimming naked after hours, playing doctor, going to strip clubs, watching dirty movies. I'm attracted to watching girls get it, the more explicit the better. You can say I'm into coupling, and I do get desires when I'm watching. My boring boyfriend doesn't share my fixation, I get wet, but he doesn't get an erection.

One day soon I'm giving him an ultimatum. Take matters into motion, marry me and get me pregnant.

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