I moved into this neighborhood a couple years ago. Next door lived Mrs. Sullivan, a sweet old lady who was friendly but was quite a chatterbox and wouldn't let you get a word in edgewise sometimes. As a single young man, she kept trying to set me up with her neice, Sophie. She kept going on bility was, but I figured it was either mental or was horribly deformed or something. I kept telling Mrs. Sullivan I wasn't interested.



After a couple years and after many failed dates, Mrs. Sullivan mentioned to me again that I should give Sophie a chance, and that she was coming to visit her that evening. I sighed and finally relented.



I came over to Mrs. Sullivan's house that evening, and it looked like any typical old lady's house. Old furniture, dolies, the works. As Mrs. Sullivan welcomed me into her home and walked me into the living room, I saw Sophie for the first time and did a double take.



Sitting on the couch was a young woman wearing a tight, low cut dress, showing off her fit, shapely voluptous body. She had curves in all the right places. Huge boobs, long legs, a nicely shaped ass. But most shocking of all, there was nothing atop her neck, just a couple holes.



I was flabbergasted. "Umm... Mrs. Sullivan... what did you say her disability was again?" I asked. "Oh, well, it should be obvious laddie, Sophie was born without a head. I would say its not polite to stare or mention it, but she can't really see or hear ye. Well, go introduce yourself!"



I didn't really know what to do, but I walked over and said "Um... hi?" She seemed to sense I was there and felt my face with her hands. She then made some hand motions in sign language, but I didn't know what they meant. Mrs. Sullivan told me that Sophie had said that it was nice to meet me and she thought I was handsome. I blushed and said that Sophie was also very beautiful, in spite of missing, well, a head.



Sophie certainly wasn't what I expected, that's for sure. I didn't even think a person could even be alive without a head. But while she lacked a head, God did she have quite a body. Sure, it was weird that she was headless, but I was surprised that guys weren't constantly trying to propose to her with a bod like that. And she obviously kept her body in shape.



Mrs. Sullivan got us tea, as well as a funnel for Sophie. Sophie put the funnel in a hole on tbe top of her neck and poured some cold tea in.



"Unfortunately, Sophie isn't much of a conversationalist, but she really is a sweetheart." Mrs. Sullivan told me. Sophie just sat there quietly, occasionally pouring tea into her neck stump as her Aunt spoke.



After a while, Sophie signed something to her Aunt. "Ah, Sophie would like to know if you would like to go out to dinner." I thought this certainly was weird, but I did very her very strangely attractive. "Sure, but um, how does she eat exactly?" Mrs. Sullivan told me that Sophie can really only have liquid food, but something like a soup would be good.



So, there I was, going to a restaurant with a beheaded beauty. She certainly turned heads and got a lot of stares when we walked out of the car and into the establishment. I took her by the hand and guided Sophie to her seat at the table. I ordered soup for her as requested.



It was certainly the oddest date I had even been on. The headless woman just sat there, silently. She didn't say anything, because well, she couldn't. I didn't understand sign language anyway. All I could do was pay attention to her body language. She rubbed her finger over the rim of her glass before pouring her drink down her throat. She crossed her legs and leaned over, seductively. We just kind of sat there, sitting across from each other in awkward silence. I just kind of stared at her, admiring her beautiful body.



After what felt like an eternity, she suddenly got up from her side of the table, and sat down next to me in the booth, and snuggled up next to me. I put my arm around her waist, and gazed down at the top of her neck. It was mostly covered in skin, aside for a hole for breathing and a hole for drinking. My eyes then moved to her clevage in her low cut dress, and her legs coming out of her short miniskirt. She placed her hand on my thigh, and I did the same.



We sat there, cuddling with each other as I ate and she poured her soup down her neck with her funnel. A little dribbled out and ran down her breasts. She grabbed a napkin and dried the spot, and then pressed her boobs together seductively. I had a raging boner.



After dinner, I walked her out. Before we got in the car, she suddenly stopped walking. She gently placed her finger on my lips, then pointed to a hole atop her neck. I think I knew what she wanted. This was weird, but I was gonna go for it. I placed my hands on her hips, hugged her, bent over and began to kiss her neck hole. She bent her back leg and began to rub her hands all over me.



After the world's strangest kiss, she the pointed at my crotch... then her crotch. Yeah, I think I knew what that meant.



We hopped in my car and drove back to my house. I took her hand and led her into the bedroom. She threw off her high heels, got on the bed, and shoved her boobs in my face. I pulled her dress down and let those titties pop out. I passionately kissed her breasts as she grinded on me.



I couldn't believe this was happening. Here I am, about to make love to a woman with no head. We hadn't spoken a single word to each other, but here we were, letting our bodies do the talking.



She pulled my pants down and likewise, my penis shot right up. She rubbed her hands across it and across my chest as she pulled my shirt up. She slipped her dress off past her legs and pulled her panties off. I began to finger her pussy and her headless body shuddered in pleasure.



I then bent her over the bed, slipled my cock into her pussy and began to do her doggy style. She couldn't speak, but she moaned in pleasure. Sophie breathed heavily out of her neck hole. Her perfect body began to sweat.



We flipped over again, Sophie laid on her back and I continued to fuck her in her pussy. She wrapped her legs around my torso and gripped the bedsheets for dear life. Right as I was about to orgasm, I pulled out and jizzed all over her chest. She felt the warm cum on her chest with her fingers, then put some down her neck. She then let out a sigh, and breathed heavily, covered in sweat and cum.



I then took her by the hand and guided her to the shower. I turned it out and helped wash her off, rubbing soap over every contour of her gorgeous body. After the shower, we dried off and laid in bed. I admired her nude, headless form. I got some lotion and began to give her a foot rub. She then rubbed my shoulders and back. After a while, we laid down and she seemed to go to sleep cuddling with me, although it was hard to tell if she was asleep, of if she even slept at all.



The next morning, I awoke and was shocked to find a headless naked woman in the bed with me. I then remembered the night before, and still couldn't believe what happened.



And so... this was how our relationship began. It was a very strange relationship with a very strange woman that started in a very strange way, but I wouldn't have it any other way.



Sophie can't see, hear or speak. She lives in a world of darkness and silence with touch as her only sense. As stated before, she isn't much of a conversationalist, because she can't speak. We can't connect on an intellectual level. But, Sophie connects with me on a physical level and an emotional one.



As someone born without a head, there isn't a whole lot Sophie can actually do. She can't have a job, can't cook or clean, can't read, can't watch TV, can't listen to music... but, there are a couple things she can do. Sophie loves to stay in shape. We have a personal gym and she loves running on the treadmill. She likes the beach. And, as noted, Sophie loves sex. And well... working out and having sex are basically all she can do. But you know, there are plenty of people with heads who only do that, too.

And well, she isn't completely unable to work. She has quite a following on OnlyFans and has had many successful modeling gigs. Modeling clothing and swimsuits should come natural to her, as she is almost like a headless mannequin, except she's an alive, flesh and blood human. You can imagine any head atop her perfect body.

And believe it or not, our relationship continued after a casual fling. Sure, maybe it was last at first sight, but I started having feelings for that headless gal. Maybe I was in love with her body, but... maybe that's okay when she has no head atop her shoulders. Sophie's body is all she has and is. And God, what a body.

As time as went, Sophie moved in with me. You couldn't imagine the reaction on my parents faces when I introduced them to her. After a while, I even put a ring on her finger and we got married. And our kids turned out perfectly normal, with heads intact. Well, as normal as you can be when you have a headless mom. Lord, the people at PTA meetings sure are shocked. And even after having kids, she is in as great shape as ever. Hasn't aged a day since I met her. Sophie might be unusual, but I wouldn't have her any other way. You know what they say, headless wife, happy life.