My name is Terrence Jean Gauthier, though my friends call me T.J. for short. I was born in the town of Cap-Haitien in the island of Haiti in 1986. Three years later, my family moved to the City of Miami, State of Florida, where I've lived ever since. I graduated from Miami Dade College and Florida State University, where I earned my Criminal Justice degree....
The TV was still blaring news about the sexual zombie attack downtown. Shelia figures we best gear up and go fight. "First, you two need to shower," Shelia said, looking at Heather and I, "but probably not together." Heather and I looked sidelong at each other rather sheepishly. My midsection was a sticky, shiny mess with a (finally) deflated cock. Heather...
I had been with my girlfriend for about two years. We never had any real problems with each other and got along a lot better than what most couples did, very rarely fighting, and always laughing, hugging and kissing. Of course this all changed when she dropped a bombshell and revealed to me she had been cheating on me with another guy. I was pretty hurt b...
"Everyone remembers where they were when news first broke out about the Zombies, and they've got some fancy stories, me, I don't bother with making stuff up, I will admit that I was on the crapper," Khalid Mubarak said, and the tall, burly and broad-shouldered Afro-Egyptian Vampire threw his head back and laughed. His companions did not appear to be sharing...
Initial Impressions: I should start by warning you that my opinion on this subject is rather biased. I enjoy cheap B movies that are only worthy to be shown on the Sci-Fi (I refuse to call it SyFy) channel. I love Godzilla flicks and cheap monster mashes and really who doesn't love zombies. I'm posting on Literotica which should be a good indication of my fe...
She never grew tired of watching him. She was sure the strength of the current between them would have ebbed by now, but just when she thought they had settled into some kind of comfortable routine... Bam! It would hit her again out of nowhere. It was usually something simple, like a lazy half-smile or the way his hand grazed her hip when he moved past her i...
With a swift swing of my bayonet, I cut the head off a large zombie. In mortal life, the creature had been a tall and chubby, forty-something white male, and it was still wearing the faded blue mechanic's overalls it had on when it died and reanimated after been bitten. The severed head fell on the ground, and I tossed it aside after bisecting the brain. Now...
You will want to read the first portion of this story to understand what is happening in this one. ... only to find her naked thighs instead. Jill cursed her current situation, and her temporary lapse in judgement. Instinct took over, honed from a dozen similar encounters in Raccoon city, and most recently from Africa. Grabbing a wooden beam, which was ab...
The dusky graveyard had been torn apart and emptied. Its ancient tombstones were cracked and toppled, its rusted gates broken off the hinges. The ground was freshly dug and churned so that massive piles of dirt bordered the dozens of previously undisturbed graves. Every moldy coffin had been cracked open, and every vine-covered tomb had been ransacked, but n...
Day Three: I had nightmares that night. I don't remember the details, just flashy images. Blood, darkness, violence. You would be forgiven for assuming bad dreams were common place these days with the world the state that it's in, but for me nightmares were always a rarity and a bit of a shock. I lay there in the dark, trying to calm myself and working the...