June 16th, 2014 New Orleans, Louisiana Wet. Everything was soaking wet. From the stucco facades of the town homes on Saint Anne Street to the T-Shirts of the already drunk tourists wandering the Bourbon Street in the late afternoon, the whole city was dripping. Despite only being mid-June it was already obvious that this summer, like every one before, was g...
Chapter two! Yay! No sex again, but it's coming. There is far more backstory here than I can just type up in manageable chunks. I'm trying to get it written faster, but it's harder than it sounds. This is the stuff of a lot of people's nightmares. Our heroine will get some, no worries, and so will some other people! Please leave a comment and vote :) Thanks!...
You've arrived! You take your first steps into the hotel and the first thing you notice is that for how expensive looking this place is, there seems to be almost no one here. You start to think your choice of a normal button-up shirt and jeans was a bad idea. About ten feet away from you is the receptionist. She appears to be a brunette woman and is wearing...
Everything in the Zombie apocalypse slows down to a crawl. It's been three days now, since I started out, leaving the villas I had stayed in. Three days since I've headed towards that faint flicker of light I saw in another house. Three days since I've found Bekah. And in three days I've travelled down just two streets, about 500 meters, having come two tim...
She was sitting on our bar stool eating a bowl of salad in a thong, topless. I watched her from the oher side of the kitchen, sipping on a hot cup of joe. Me: "Ah, Coffee, the only thing known to science that effectively staves off the zombie apocalypse. One morning at a time." Alison: "Yeah, that may be the case, just remember that we are sta...
The zombie had been walking for days. Perhaps walking wasn't the correct term. Shuffling or lurching was more accurate. He was dimly conscious of a tiredness as he moved. He barely lifted his feet anymore. When the catastrophe, the "zombie apocalypse" had occurred, when he had been stricken after his own attack, he had moved much more quickly. But that had b...
This is my first attempt at any kind of creative writing, let alone erotic writing, and it was borne of insomnia. I welcome feedback and criticism. If this is well received, I may write more. It should go without saying that this is 100% fictional, with no intended resemblance to any actual people or events. Either that, or it's a memoir written by a time t...
Hey, there. My name is Zachary Etienne. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, to Haitian immigrant parents. I lived a fairly normal life in my hometown, enrolling at McGill University to study Criminology and living it up on weekends like everybody in the town of Montreal. I was twenty years old when the Zombie Plague hit. I mean, at first...
Four figures were seen with each other, locked together by their hips and holding each other's thighs. They were clearly very voluptuous women with extra body parts below. In front was an orange haired werewolf getting anally reamed and jerked off by a vampire behind her while the vampire was being pounded by a dark skinned mummy. And said mummy was being po...
"Theodore, I fear that this is the end of our kind," Jesula Etienne said, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, statuesque Haitian-Canadian beauty raked her tongue over her lips, revealing pearly white fangs as she flashed me a fatalistic smile. Jesula looked quite fetching in a Black leather jacket over ripped blue jeans and Black cowboy boots, I must say. Too bad...