I lie awake in bed, staring longingly at my girlfriend’s sleeping face, trying to wiggle my way across my pillow so I may rouse her from her slumber with a kiss. This task, for a normal person, would be as simple as leaning forward, but I am not a normal person. While my head is in bed with my girlfriend, my body is in an apartment in the next town over, currently held firm in the arms of my boyfriend in the bed he and my body share. My name is Polly Amory, and I am a Dullahan.

I suppose I should explain how I wound up like this, in two pieces, in two cities, with two lovers. It started three years ago, when a previously undiscovered comet came so close to the Earth its tail actually entered our atmosphere for a few seconds. Scientists had no idea what effect it would have, religions claimed it was the End of Days, crazy people did desperate things, and it all led up to an anticlimax of nothing happening except a pretty light show over parts of South America.

But then some peoples’ heads started falling off. Worldwide, about 8,200 cases were reported, or  1 in a million people. Well, it was really closer to 1 in 950,000, but saying you’re ‘1 in a million’ just sounds so much cooler, right? Anyways, I was one of the ‘lucky’ ones. Nobody can really explain how or why it happened, how or why smooth skin covers the stumps of the neck where one would figure to find a windpipe, spinal cord, and lots of blood. They can’t explain how the heads and bodies are separated, but still connected. Some brave decapitated souls volunteered for an endoscopy, and the camera passed through their esophagus as if it was still in one piece despite that clearly not being the case. Scientists think it must be some sort of wormhole, but our current technology just can’t make sense of it. At least it meant we could eat and drink normally. The condition was named ‘Dullahanism’ after the Irish Fae who also have detached heads, and those of us with the condition call ourselves Dullahans.

It was difficult at first, living with my head not attached to my body, but over the last three years, I have grown accustomed to it and society gradually got used to seeing the occasional person carrying around their head. I had to relearn how to walk, without my head on my shoulders, my balance was way off. On top of that, there were three distinct, different ways I had to learn to walk. Walking while carrying my head(I had to carry my head a specific way to not make myself dizzy, and teach people carrying my head to do the same), walking while setting my head down and watching my body(Feels almost like controlling a video game character), and walking where my head can’t see my body(which I don’t like to do outside of our apartment unless someone is holding my hand). It was a time of adjustment for my boyfriend as well, the same one who is currently spooning my body, holding it much closer than he normally could. Without my head, he can rest his chin directly on the stump of my neck, I can feel his stubble gently scraping the sensitive new skin of my neck as he breathes, it sends shivers down my spine and… I’m getting off track.

My boyfriend’s name is James, and we’ve been dating for two years before the anomaly. At that point, it was obvious we had nothing in common. We didn’t like the same music, TV, movies, or even books. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him even hold a book. We had almost nothing to talk about. I hated his friends, he hated my friends. Really, the only thing keeping us together was the sex. He is fan-fucking-tastic in the sack.

He was freaked out at my new condition at first, as was I, but he was surprisingly supportive, I honestly thought he would have used it as an excuse to end things, and part of me hoped he would(I would later figure out that the part in question here is my head, my body still wants him!). He actually admitted to me that my body looked sexier without a head, and I may have been offended if his body wasn’t the only thing keeping me interested in the relationship as well.

Things got kind of weird, but not in a way that compelled me to complain. Depending on my mood, I would either leave my head in the living room to watch Netflix or listen to an audio book or whatever, or I might leave my head in the bedroom to watch my own body get fucked. It’s an amazing thing, being your own voyeur. There was even one time I convinced my friend to let my head stay at her apartment for the night so James and my body could be alone. There was never a second invitation after I couldn’t control the moaning and screaming as I came.

A few times I even let him use my head to give him head. I mean, only just over 8,000 people can do this, it almost feels like a crime not to, you know? With my head not attached to my body, he was able to spin my head around his cock while my tongue danced around it like a stripper on a pole. Strange and perhaps degrading as it was to be used as a living fleshlight, it was an amazing experience, amplified by the way he ate me out as I rode his face. It was like 69ing, only better!

Speaking of eating out, that was something I was reluctant to do to myself at first. It was a weird threshold that seemed taboo to cross, and I had never been interested in women’s bodies anyways. But the more I watched my own headless body, the more curious I became. It started with the aforementioned self-voyeurism and watching my body change outfits, which was as practical as it was sexy. I could much more easily see how my ass looked in each pair of pants I owned! I also watched my body run on a treadmill and could see how I jiggled in all the right places. From there I started watching myself shower. I think that was when I started to become attracted to my own body(I still don’t know if this is technically narcissism. Probably). I loved the way my fit body looked, covered in soap and water, squeezing my bubble covered breasts and watching the showerhead wash away the suds to reveal them… I’m off track again!

Anyways, I finally gave into temptation and fucked myself(again, only a few thousand people can do this, so I must! For science!). At first, my untrained tongue was clumsy and ineffective, but actually being able to feel how good you’re doing made improving and mastering the skill of cunnilingus a breeze! It didn’t take long for me to want to share my newly acquired gift with another woman. It also didn’t take long for me to get the opportunity.

We were at the club on one of the rare nights where my head went out with James and my body. Usually I let him take my body out without my head. Before the anomaly, I enjoyed showing off my body by posting neck-down nudes on various subreddits, I got a thrill out of sharing images and videos of my naked body with strangers as long as I wouldn’t be recognized, and this was kind of the same, except in real life. He would take my body to the beach dressed in a skimpy bikini, or to the gym wearing a sports bra and yoga pants that left little to the imagination, or to the dance club donning the shortest skirt and lowest cut top public decency would allow. All while my head stayed home wondering how many and what kind of people would go home fantasizing about my body. When I think about it, my body is essentially James’ trophy, but as long he keeps fucking it like a champ, I’m happy to let him have it. Sorry, I must be boring you with needless details again.

At the club, My body and James were off dancing, while my head stayed at the bar. I bobbed to the music, careful not to tip over(I found I can pretty safely ‘stand’ on my neck stump as long as I don’t do any major neck muscle movements) when a woman approached me. We got to talking, and hit it off quite easily. I enjoyed the conversation so much I almost forgot I had a body! I let her pick me up and kiss me. It had been so long since I had been kissed, seeing as my head had essentially broken up with James. I had forgotten how amazing and intimate such a simple act could be. Our tongues danced as vigorously as my body did with James, which was now grinding against him so hard I believe it counted as dry humping. She cradled the back of my head with one hand, using the others’ fingers to caress the skin of my neck stump as we continued making out. Ah, that sensitive new erogenous zone I had been neglecting so long! The sight had drawn many eyes from other club patrons at the bar, some liked what they saw, others were clearly weirded out, almost like they’ve never seen a disembodied head loudly making out with a woman before or something! I don’t usually like when my face is the center of attention for this kind of thing, but I was getting way too horny to care, as my forgotten body reminded me when the woman finally broke the kiss. As she held me, we smiled while staring into eachothers’ eyes. She carried me to the dance floor where we found James and my body and explained the situation. He was more than happy to invite her to our bedroom, but she said she wasn’t interested in a 3 way and just wanted to bring my head home with her. And you know what? At that point, I wanted nothing more than to fuck two people at the same time in different places. The absurdity of it further aroused my already yearning body. James had no issues, he already had what he wanted, so we exchanged numbers and I went my separate ways with them.

I don’t know if you can call it a three way when two of the people aren’t even in the same town, but regardless, it was the strangest, hottest night of my life! My blind, deaf, and mute body being fucked by James while this woman I just met moved my helpless little head all over her body so my mouth could lick, suck, and bite wherever she wanted it most. I was so happy to finally put the skills I learned practicing on my own pussy to use, and she was even more happy to benefit from them! From this moment forward, I felt sorry for whoever DIDN’T come down with a case of Dullahanism.

And that is how I met my girlfriend, Beth. My head was still slowly inching across her bed to get to those thick, beautiful lips. Earlier I discovered that if I move my jaw and neck in a particular way, I can move while my head is resting on its side, though other than while we’re in bed, I prefer to stay ‘standing’, as I have no way to get back up on my own without help from Beth, and it’s uncomfortable for my cheek if its pressed up against a hard surface for too long. Bah, more details you probably don’t care about.

Beth explained to me that she identifies as a ‘headerosexual’ (she coined the term and she completely intended the pun). Before the anomaly, she would go on occasional dates with men she thought had a handsome face or a woman who had a cute face, but she was never interested in their bodies, and never really felt any arousal from their touch. She thought she was simply asexual until after the anomaly, when she saw a disembodied head on the news. It was like a switch went off in her brain, she said it was the first time she ever soaked her panties. Something about how small, cute, and helpless a person is without their body just does it for her.

So if my body is like a trophy, my head is more like a pet. Beth carries me around and does everything for me. She spoon feeds me, bathes me(more accurately, bathes with me. One of my favorite parts of life as a disembodied head is when Beth takes me into the bathtub with her!), does my hair and makeup, brushes my teeth, and all that good stuff. While James usually takes my body places he can show it off (though he has been branching out lately! He took my body to an amusement park, and I must say having my body whipping around on a roller coaster while my head is staying completely still is a trippy experience!)Beth takes my head places where we can enjoy things together. We like to go to museums, movies (she sneaks my head inside in her purse, the rogue she is!), restaurants (to be fair to James, it would be pretty pointless to take my body out to eat.), but nothing beats a quiet night on her couch watching whatever on Netflix, my head resting in her lap and her boobs resting on top of my head. She takes good care of me. And I take good care of her... with my tongue.

Finally, I reach Beth’s face. My aim was off and I didn’t quite make it to her lips, but a wake up kiss to the tip of her nose should make her just as happy, considering how hard I worked to get here! I pucker my lips and with one final push of my neck, kiss her nose. Her eyes slowly flutter open and she smiles at me. (Later on she admitted she was awake the whole time and was enjoying watching me struggle through a barely opened eyelid, the beautiful bitch!) She picked me up and we kissed properly, while the action caused my body in the next town over to squirm enough to rouse James from his slumber. Soon I felt him plant kisses on my neck stump while one hand played with my breasts and the other crawled into my pajama bottoms, I could feel his swelling manhood begin to bulge against my ass. Meanwhile, Beth threw the comforter aside, revealing her naked body, and began lowering me down…

It has been a year since my head left James for Beth. I feel this is an arrangement that works out perfectly for all three of us. Beth gets her cute little bodiless girlfriend (with no icky body getting in the way), James gets his smoking hot body without having to worry about some boring head, and I get all of my sexual, emotional, and romantic needs met. I never would have guessed that my head falling off would be the best thing that ever happened to me! Despite being in two pieces, I have never felt more whole as a person.