>>24660607
For me, it is necrophilia. There is just something beautiful about the body - its liveliness, the way it moves with purpose, muscles tensing and relaxing, eyes darting around to grasp its surroundings, and the heart beating steadily. Then, in a moment of swift action or slow, agonizing torture, everything changes. The vibrant eyes that once flickered with life freeze, staring blankly back at you, while the whole body goes limp and you know something precious has been lost forever.

I have seemingly always had a fascination with death in general; I remember fantasizing about people dying when I was in kindergarten. What is odd is that the fetishization of death occurred long before any "normal" sexualisation. I thought about killing people and caressing corpses before I began thinking about penetration, which only occurred closer to when I was 9 or 10 years old. The fetishization is limited to women, although I do also find the death of men in contexts such as combat to be interesting, but not erotic.