Album: Eye of God.

Hi, new here and would love to get some feed back on a thiller i have been writting, the first 2 chapters, which i have posted are quite graphic, before moving into the main story, but thought i would see what you thought anyway.<br /> <br /> 3rd of march 2009,<br /> <br /> As his thumbs increased their pressure on her windpipe, her breathing became more and more laboured. This was the moment he craved, but he knew how to draw it out and saviour the completeness that he now felt. Ejaculation had to be timed perfectly with the moment of death or he had failed himself. His thrusting was slow and methodical, not sexual more mechanical. She had long ago stopped resisting; unlike other killers he had perfected his craft. It was more like a form of poetic art than anything else to him. He was able to stop just enough air getting through to put his victims in a trace like state, somewhere between conscious and unconscious. He could draw this out for as long as he desired, which could vary from 10 minutes to hours. Sometimes he would tease himself by stopping and watching as the person of the moment started to regain consciousness and begin to struggle, before he would start all over again. It wasn’t just the killing; it was the whole experience that he loved. However lately there was a different emotion, not boredom, but not a total high. More cravings were growing within him to take the whole experience to a new, yet un-reached level. He had had men and women of all types, sizes and races. He liked to mix it up, but latterly this was not enough. He felt his loins begin to quiver with the impending death and a warmth was building within himself. His thrusting maintained the same rhythm as his legs began to quiver, when he knew his moment of climax had arrived and he squeezed her throat as hard as he could blocking off all oxygen, he managed to hold off just till he saw life flicker out of her eyes. He reached down and put 2 fingers around the base of his condom and eased himself out of her, s

Eye of God.

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Hi, new here and would love to get some feed back on a thiller i have been writting, the first 2 chapters, which i have posted are quite graphic, before moving into the main story, but thought i would see what you thought anyway.

3rd of march 2009,

As his thumbs increased their pressure on her windpipe, her breathing became more and more laboured. This was the moment he craved, but he knew how to draw it out and saviour the completeness that he now felt. Ejaculation had to be timed perfectly with the moment of death or he had failed himself. His thrusting was slow and methodical, not sexual more mechanical. She had long ago stopped resisting; unlike other killers he had perfected his craft. It was more like a form of poetic art than anything else to him. He was able to stop just enough air getting through to put his victims in a trace like state, somewhere between conscious and unconscious. He could draw this out for as long as he desired, which could vary from 10 minutes to hours. Sometimes he would tease himself by stopping and watching as the person of the moment started to regain consciousness and begin to struggle, before he would start all over again. It wasn’t just the killing; it was the whole experience that he loved. However lately there was a different emotion, not boredom, but not a total high. More cravings were growing within him to take the whole experience to a new, yet un-reached level. He had had men and women of all types, sizes and races. He liked to mix it up, but latterly this was not enough. He felt his loins begin to quiver with the impending death and a warmth was building within himself. His thrusting maintained the same rhythm as his legs began to quiver, when he knew his moment of climax had arrived and he squeezed her throat as hard as he could blocking off all oxygen, he managed to hold off just till he saw life flicker out of her eyes. He reached down and put 2 fingers around the base of his condom and eased himself out of her, s

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