As so as the week went on, I took care of this beautiful headless woman who had wandered into my home. It was honestly a bit of a responsibility, because she didn’t seem capable of taking care of herself. I have to feed her by pouring soylent mixture down her throat. I couldn’t stand the stuff, but it was advertised as a full nutritious diet and it wasn’t like she tasted it. I have to bathe her in addition to shaving her legs, armpits and crotch. I found out I can give her exercise by just putting her on a treadmill and turning it on and she’ll run. I even seem to have potty trained her… after a couple unfortunate accidents. That sounds like a pet, doesn’t it? I know, it’s pretty messed up.

I can’t decide what to name her, either. What’s a good name for a woman with no head? Marie Antoinette? Maybe Helen Keller? Marie has a nice ring to it. Maybe she’s best without a name. She has no head and as far as I can tell, no personality, so maybe no name is fitting as well. I mostly just refer to her in my mind as “the headless girl” or… well… “my girlfriend.” I know, I know. I can’t help it but… I’m smitten with her. Well, at least I’m in love with her body. Or in lust. Whatever. I’m really starting to get feelings for her, even though she probably doesn’t have any emotions of her own in return.

I’m still not sure entirely sure if she thinks or not. Her body certainly can get muscle memory and repeat actions. And her body will react to stimuli. But if left alone, she will just sit there doing nothing, like a cockroach with its head cut off. Well, usually. Sometimes she will act on her own. But I don’t know if it’s something she is consciously doing, or if it’s just her body reacting to its needs, such as going to the toilet when she needs to use the bathroom. But that’s kind of a complex task, isn’t it? How could her body do all these things without something controlling it?

There’s that and maybe I’m just imaging it but… sometimes it seems like she has genuine affection for me. Maybe I’m going nuts. This whole thing is so weird, after all. But sometimes she’ll hug me, cuddle with me on the couch or in bed and will gently caress me sometimes. Her body language seems cute and bubbly sometimes. It really seems like she flirts with me. Our time together feels pretty romantic, even though she has no face. And well… sometimes she acts in a way that is explicitly seductive. Sometimes she will lift up her shirt, shove her boobs into my face, rub her hands down her body and straight up give me a lap dance.

This headless body appears to act on its needs and, well… she has... sexual needs and acts on those. Look, I tried to avoid taking advantage of some headless chick who wandered into my backyard, but by the second day she mounted me cowgirl style and started humping. She gets restless and won’t leave me alone unless we have sex every night. She is a hyper-sexual creature. Not that I really mind. The time we spend together in bed makes all the work taking care of her worth it. I mean, I guess it makes sense. What else is she going to do with no head? Watch TV? Read a book? Play video games? Engage in intellectual conversation?

The nights with her are the most amazing sex I’ve ever had. Goddamn she’s so hot. Those tits, those legs, that butt, her waist, her everything. From the neck down, she is absolute perfection. She has the body of a porn star. Maybe she used to be one, then got her head chopped off and somehow survived. Or it’s more like she’s the headless body of the Goddess Aphrodite. It could be that being magical or divine is what keeps her going without a noggin. If a girl this goddamn sexy had a head, she would take one look at me and say “no thanks.” I’m just average looking and don’t make a lot of money.

And she isn’t just looks, either, as she’s amazingly talented for a literally brainless bimbo. She seems to be trainable thanks to muscle memory, but she had quite a repertoire from the start. Maybe she was a porn star or an escort and had sex as a profession and her body just remembered how to do it after losing her head. Or if she was always headless, maybe I wasn’t the first guy to run into her. She really seems to enjoy it. While we make love, she’ll clutch the bed sheets or my back. The only time she ever makes any noise is during orgasm when a kind of moaning noise comes out of her neck.

There is just something uniquely amazing about being with a girl who has no head. Normally, I’m really anxious during sex, because I worry about what my partner is thinking about. What if she isn’t enjoying it, what if she’s thinking about someone else, so on and so forth. But this girl is just a body; she doesn’t have any thoughts for me to worry about nor any eyes to see me with. With her, I can just relax and not worry about judgment or shame. It’s actually really nice being with a girl from just the neck down. In fact, I find it a whole lot better.

It’s like the best of both worlds between looking at porn by yourself and actually engaging in the physical act of sex. There are no eyes to judge you, no mouth to say anything, no brain to act on its own… but there are still skillful hands to please you, arms to embrace you, long legs to wrap around you, soft breasts to put your face into and a wet pussy to thrust your cock into. You are the same time making love to someone, but also to no one at all. She is a person, but also not like a person. It’s odd.

I’m probably sick, crazy and just plain foolish, but I’ve really started to feel like I’ve fallen in love with her. Yes, this woman that I know nothing about with no head, no face, no name and probably no thoughts, feelings or personality. Our time together just seems so passionate, though. She has no lips for me to kiss, so I’ll just kiss her everywhere else. If this is wrong, I don’t want to be right.