So I met this girl Vanessa online. She’s smoking hot. Huge tits, thin waist, long legs, nice juicy ass, she’s got the whole package. Well, she’s a bit of a butterface but her body makes up for it. It’s definitely been an odd experience dating her. During each date, she acts standoffish and the conversations are awkward. I don’t get the impression she likes me at all from the look on her face and what she says, but her body language is so seducive. I bomb pretty much every date, but after each one she invites me back to her place. She won’t let me kiss her on the lips and turns her head away whenever I try, but she gladly invites me into her bedroom for some wild, amazing sex… that’s admittedly kinda weird. It’s like her body is furiously and pasisonately making love to me… but her face is expressionless or almost looks kinda bored. She doesn’t say anything. From the look on her face, she doesn’t want to be there, but everything from the neck down says otherwise. After a couple weeks… she hit me with a crazy revalation.
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“So… do you actually love me?” Vanessa asked in a deadpan tone. I stammered. “Well… uh… it might be a little early for me to say so.” Her face remained expressionless. She then asked “Or do you just love my body?” I was even more stunned. “Um.. I don’t know how to answer that…” She shook her head and dropped a bomb on me. “Well, I’m gonna be honest. I don’t love you. I really don’t even like you.” My mouth dropped and my heart sank. Vanessa chuckled. “Aw, come on. Don’t be so disappointed. I don’t care for you at all, but my body loves you.” That’s a weird thing to say, I thought. She continued “Be honest now, how do you feel about my body?” I gulped and finally responded. “Vanessa, I am crazy for your body. Goddamn you are smoking hot and amazing in bed. I fucking love your sexy bod.” Vanessa nodded, still not showing any emotion on her face.
“Hmm. Good. Right answer.” She replied, deadpan as usual. “Do you promise not to freak out?” I was confused. “Um, yeah, sure.” I replied. Vanessa then untied the ribbon she always wears around her neck, removed her head and placed it on the night stand.
“WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK?” I shouted. Vanessa’s head sighed. “I told you not to freak out.” She said, somewhat annoyed. “How is this possible? How are you still alive?” “Look, chill, ok? I’m fine. My head and body… well, we aren’t connected. And my body has a bit of a mind of her own. This whole time my body was into you but I wasn’t.” It all started to make sense. “Wow… so… that explains why we didn’t seem to have chemistry in conversation, but your body language was still seductive. Honestly, I thought I screwed up those dates badly but you kept calling me back.” Her head nodded. “Yep.” “And… why you invited me back to you place even though I thought they dates went badly.” “Yep.” “And why you refused to let me kiss you but gladly went straight to sex.” “Yep.” “I thought that was odd…”
Vanessa’s head continued. “At the end of the day, I’ve gotten tired of this charade, so we decided it was time to tell you the truth. So knowing this, are you interested in pursuing a relationship with just my body?” I turned to look at Vanessa’s body and admired her curves. I immediately got hard. “…Yeah, of course. To be honest… I don’t think you have a very pretty face. I was always attracted to you from the neck down. It’s… a relief to actually admit that, too.” Vanessa’s headless body excitedly clapped her hands and gave me a big hug. She shoved her big tits in my face. Vanessa’s head scowled and rolled her eyes. “Jeez… you don’t have to insult me… whatever. At least you’ll stop trying to kiss me now and I don’t have to be around when you guys are humping like animals. You have no idea how awkward that is.”
Vanessa’s body raised her hand to get attention then picked up her detached head. Vanessa’s head sighed again. “Speaking of… my body’s pretty horny right now and wants me to let you know that she wants to do you know what. Guess the conversation’s over…” Vanessa’s body carried her head out the room, placed her head on the table, walked seductively back into the room and closed the door behind her. “I guess it’s just you and me now…” I said to the headless body as I admired her figure. Vanessa’s body rubbed her breasts and then slid her hands down her waist while gyrating her hips. “God, you’re sexy. I think your even hotter without your head. I could get used to this…”
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And so, that’s how our relationship started. Vanessa is my girlfriend from the neck down. Her body is head over heels for me, and her head practially wants nothing to do with me. And the feeling is mutual on both counts. Vanessa’s head and body are telepathically linked but operate separately. Vanessa’s head will often speak for her body, but her body is completely capable of sign language on her own if her head isn’t around. When we’re in public, Vanessa wears her head so she can keep her secret, but when we’re alone, she usually puts her head in another room where she can read.
Vanessa’s head and body even have different personalities. Her body is very sweet, bubbly and affectionate. She borders on hyperactive. You could say she is… a bit of an airhead. Literally. It can sometimes be a little hard to read her as she has no face, but she seems pretty happy all things considered. Her head is cold, logical and intellectual. She’s easily irrirated. Vanessa’s head is legitimately very, very smart, but she can sometimes look down on others, including her own body. Vanessa’s body is an extremely sexual creature, whereas her head has no interest in sex or romance at all and is totally asexual. Vanessa’s body is gorgeous and has the looks of a supermodel, while her head is somewhat unattractive. They are complete opposites in many ways.
That said, Vanessa’s head and body, while separate, do depend on each other. Vanessa’s head is brilliant, but is just a head and can’t move or really do anything on her own. Vanessa’s body relies on her head to see, hear and communicate. Plus, her headless body is not very intelligent at all and while she has a will of her own, she often relies on her head to tell her what to do.
Normally, most people would say it’s disgusting to only love a woman’s body. But only Vanessa’s body cares for me, so I think that’s ok. And what a magnificent body Vanessa has. Huge, natural DDD breasts. Long, sexy legs. A thin wasit. And last but not least, a round, curvy ass. The way she walks. The way she dances for me. The revealing clothes she wears. Just damn. And Vanessa’s body is an animal in bed. The way the wraps her legs around me and squeezes, the way the claws at the covers and at me. How tight her pussy squeezes my cock. If it’s this wrong to love the female body. I don’t want to be right.
I find Vanessa so much hotter without her head, too. The second she takes it off, I get a boner. Without a face to distract me, I can admire her curves all the more. When her head goes away, she becomes a headless sexual goddess.
Yeah, there are disadvantages to it, of course. She can’t see or hear with her head out of the room. With her head gone, she’s a brainless bimbo who struggles to perform any basic tasks outside of sex or exercise. She struggeles to communicate. We can’t go out in public without her head. But is it worth it? Oh yes. Three years later and I still never tire of that sexy bod. Apparently her head ages but her body doesn’t. 30 years from now, her head will be a wrinkly prune but her body will still be in the prime of her life. I’m thinking of putting a ring on that finger. I really do love Vanessa’s body, and her body loves me. It’s just a shame her head has to be there at the wedding.