Since I was young the idea of playing with an unconscious guy was always there. I was however unsure if I was a full fledged necrophilliac. I found out the answer when I was working a a hospital and was asked to wheel a very handsome guy who had died from an overdoes to the morgue. The morgue was empty and I knew the person in charge of the morgue was gonna be away for a long time. I then removed the blanket and started at the corpse. Very handsome and his body was intact. It was sort of a turn on in a way but when I touched it and felt that awful sensation of frigid cold I backed off cuz it was a complete turn off. I tried again and stuck my hand underneath his shirt and felt his body but again it didn't do anything for me. I realized I enjoyed the role play but not the actual act of necrophilia.
not all here are necrophiles, my own fantasies are of enjoying fucking a man that is condemned and facing the terror of immenent execution, the final comfort of a brutal guard and eventual executioner having his final pleasure with his condemned before the execution. ending with his pleasure of carrying out the execution.