Hey, there. I’m Christine. Or at least, that’s the alias I’m going to use, here. I don’t really want to reveal my actual name.

Ever since puberty, I’ve been struggling with something. I have a lot of sexual urges and fantasies. I get horny as hell. I see cute guys and I want to fuck them so bad. And to make matters worse… everyone wants to do the same to me. Since High School, guys can’t stop noticing my body. And who can blame them? I was blessed with an amazing one. I have big, natural double D’s. Long, gorgeous legs. A thin waist. And a butt that fits nicely into a miniskirt. Most women would kill for a body like mine. From the neck down, I was built for sin.

But… I’m a good Christian girl. I don’t want to be a slut. Sometimes I can’t control myself and have a one night stand… and feel terrible about it. I’ll never call the guy back. I feel so guilty. I try to avoid sex and dating all together. I swear, it isn’t me. I’m not like that, I’m a good, decent girl. But then my body’s urges just bottle up and it drives me insane. It’s like my head and body are at war with each other sometimes.

After discussing this with my therapist, she offered me a groundbreaking new solution made possible with modern technology. It’s called “Cranial Separation Therapy”. She handed me a device that was like a large silver ring, sort of like half of a handcuff. She closed it around my neck and with the push of a button, I started falling… but she caught me in her hands. Had I suddenly shrunk? I felt smaller. In fact, I felt numb from the neck down. She picked me up and turned me around and I gaped in awe as I saw my headless body sitting on the couch. I saw my body confusedly waving her hands where her head should be. Where I should be. I was now just a head.

I began to panic but she assured me that it isn’t permanent and reconnected me. I took a deep breath, relaxed, and pushed the button on my own accord this time. I felt a pair of now alien hands lift me off of my neck and set me in her lap. I was sitting in my own lap.

The doctor explained that whenever I am feeling guilty or horny, I can disconnect my head from my body. In doing so, I am split into two separate individuals. She advised that while disconnected, I should just let my body do whatever it wants. And that regardless of what my body does, I don’t need to feel bad or guilty because when separated, my body is no longer a part of me and I have no control over what it does. Then when we recombine, I’ll be happier as both my head and body will get what they want.

She advised than when I do this to stay at home and read a book or watch TV as just a head. Meanwhile, I should have a friend take my body to the bar or to parties. She stressed that it is very important that my body has a chaperone, because my headless, brainless body is not able to make good decisions and is a creature of pure sexual desire and little else. My sexy body could wind up in a lot of trouble without a brain to guide it, or at least, guidance from someone else who has a brain.

And so, I took home the Beheading Collar that my therapist gave me. Throughout most of the week, I’m a singular, whole person. But on the weekends, I’ll slip the collar on and cut my head off. Or cut off my body. Whatever. At this point my best friend Jess will pick up my body and they hit up a pub crawl or parties. I trust her to make sure my body makes it back home okay. I’ve been having my body go to the gym without me, too. I can just relax and enjoy a good book while my body is working its ass off getting fit. Of course, ever since I started doing this, on a trip to the gym my body will usually be out for at least an extra hour. Gee, I wonder what it’s doing in that time.

While separated, I don’t know where my body is, what it’s doing or… who it’s doing. I’d rather not know. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t approve of half of the guys my body likes. Well, it doesn’t matter. Out of sight, out of mind. What my body does when I’m not around to control it is not my responsibility. Or at least that’s what my shrink tells me.

It seems to work, though. After all is said and done, after I reconnect with my body, I feel better. I can then spend the next few days guilt and temptation free, at least until I repeat the process again.

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(Jess’s account)

My friend Christine has been a walking contradiction for as long as I’ve known her. She’s an enormous prude who deep down wants to be a giant slut. And she’s gorgeous, so she easily could be. But she is also quite the Jesus freak, so she’s sexually repressed by her own accord. She’s always in a battle between her conscious mind and her subconscious urges. In her own words, “her head and her body are always fighting.” Imagine how surprised I was to see her take this literally.

Christine got a device called a Beheading Collar that does just that – it cuts her head off. That way her body can get what it wants while she isn’t home and thus doesn’t feel bad about it. And so, she tasked me to make sure her headless body doesn’t get into trouble. And a body that good looking without a good head on its shoulders could easily get into a whole heap of trouble. And that’s how I became a babysitter for a beheaded babe.

I first tried making a Tinder account for her. But headless Christine just swiped right on literally everyone. And she couldn’t reply to the millions of matches because no brain means she can’t read or write, so I had to do that. I got tired of this and just started taking her to the bar. So it became my weekend routine to take her to the bar, where she would have casual sex with a new guy every night. If Christine saw the kind of guys her body liked having sex with, her head would explode.

Meanwhile, my friend Brian was lamenting his lack of success with dating. He wasn’t going out looking for one night stands, but he was sexually frustrated none the less. I was getting tired of watching Christine’s body fuck random douchebags, so a light bulb appeared in my head and I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone.

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(Brian’s account)

I was sitting around at my place, feeling depressed as yet another girl ghosted me online. Out of the blue, my friend Jess sent me a text asking if I was around my place. I replied “yes” and she said to stay home and that she had a nice surprise for me. I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I waited around anyway. After about 30 minutes I heard my doorbell ring, I opened the door and was shocked by what I saw.

Standing beside Jess was an insanely sexy woman wearing a tight, low-cut red dress with a mini skirt and heels that left little up to the imagination. I was taken aback by her incredible legs, tiny waist, big boobs and… most noticeable of all… in place of a head, atop her neck sat a small circular device with blinking lights. I welcomed them in and noticed how seductively Jess’s headless friend walked. I immediately got a huge boner.

Jess explained to me about her friend Christine and how she would separate her head from her body and let her body have casual sex with random guys to get her sexual release. Jess told me how she got tired of seeing Christine’s body go home with douchey guys and knew I was having a rough time, and decided to kill two birds with one stone.

Jess turned to her headless friend and said “So Chrissy, what do you think? Do you like him?” The headless body hesitated for a second, got up and walked towards me seductively. She began rubbing her hands all over me, feeling me up. Suddenly the headless girl unzipped my pants, whipped out my boner and slowly felt it as if to measure it. The headless body gave a thumbs up. “Ok then, that’s my cue to leave. Have fun.” responded Jess.

After Jess had left the room, Christine’s body began dancing seductively and rubbing her breasts together and down her waist. She unbuttoned the back of her dress and let it fall out, exposing those amazing tits of hers. She shoved them in my face and I kissed and licked her erect nipples as I rubbed my hands down her back, ass and thighs.

After doing this for a while, I walked her back to my bedroom and she fully undressed. She reached into her purse, pulled out a condom and slipped it on my cock. On the bed she laid down as I continued to rub and kiss every inch of her body from the neck down. I shoved my fingers into her wet pussy, first gently caressing the rim and then massaging all over inside, taking special care to flick the bean. The headless body shook in ecstasy.

Christine flipped me on my back and mounted me from the top and guided my dick into her pussy. She began to hump vigorously, alternating from leaning back and rubbing herself to clutching on to me for dear life and pulling my hair. Eventually I felt something drip out of her vagina and run down my crotch. I reached orgasm soon after and it felt amazing. Afterwards I fingerbanged her some more until she reached orgasm herself… I would assume. It’s hard to tell. The beheaded Christine then laid down and cuddled with me until I passed out. Jess came back to pick up Christine’s body in the morning.

And so each weekend, Jess would drop off the headless Christine at my place. Christine and I had developed quite a unique relationship. We weren’t dating or lovers. I’m not sure if you could even call us friends with benefits, because we weren’t friends. We had never even met each other. Christine had no idea who I was or that I even existed. I had never seen her face and I only heard descriptions of her personality from Jess. And yet I knew her intimately from the neck down. We had casual sex every week. And it was the best sex I ever had. She was out of this world. I knew what her body liked. I don’t know Christine, but God I love her body.