Alex was a rather short fellow, timid, and obedient, Sammie's type exactly. Sammie lay on her back with Alex's face between her thighs, his mouth working on her balls, her legs on his shoulders. She moaned and arched her back, reaching down to wrap her fingers in Alex's hair and grind his face into her crotch. He licked up her shaft, teasing the tip of her c...
The name is Mohammed Youssef. I'm a big and tall young Black man living in the town of Mogadishu in the Nation of Somalia. I'm here to tell you the truth about the War Against the Undead. The War against the Zombies. In the movies and poorly written novels, whenever the Zombies rise, they're always attacking someplace fancy like North America or Europe. In r...
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...
Around 4 a.m., with my arms around Becky's warmth, my face nestled in her hair, I sank into a deep, Mariana Trench sleep. A sleep so ocean deep, nothing, short of a bomb planted by Jacques Cousteau under the bed, would wake me up. When I finally cracked opened my eyes, the clock next to the bed said it was 5 a.m.. After blinking out the blurriness, I reali...
"Where was I before all this? Let's see, when the Zombie Apocalypse began, I was in the safest place anyone could be, the Grand Valley Institution For Women," Yasmin Wardeh said with a smirk, and the Lebanese-born and Ottawa-bred ex-con looked at her fellow wayfarer with a mischievous gleam in her brown eyes. Such a conventional and normal guy underneath it...
It's a calm autumn night, unusually warm but nice. The moon is already up and full. I'm walking with you in silence. There's nothing more to talk about after dinner. Just a comfortable silence fills the air. We come upon a darkened alley and you drag me in behind you. Pressing me against the wall, you kiss me and I can feel your cock straining against your j...
My name is Germain Simmons, and I am a zombie. You’d never know, though; my hair never dried up or fell out, and has still maintained its luster and curls the shade of coal despite my death. My skin hasn’t fallen away or rotted either, though I am a few shades lighter than the sun-kissed bronze I once was, I am now the color of cream, though not ashen. My bi...
*** Author's note*** Anything in this story is free to criticize and all help is very much welcome. This is my first trial at something substantial in writing as I am a huge fan of the high quality writing and am attempting to put something together like it. Any editors or advise givers please feel free to message me with suggestions! And as always, make sur...
Hello! Ironically, I find lack of undead or zombie based erotic stories disturbing, so I decided to write one myself. I apologized for the poor quality of the writing. This is just a spur of the moment rewrite of something I had written in the past that is unedited and just going with the flow. Thank you! ***** Part 1 - The Encounter For Victoria, it was...
Sorry folks, no sex in this short story. Just a short and dirty story I threw together for my wife to celebrate two of her favorite things; Valentine's Day and the show The Walking Dead that came back from its mid-season hiatus on Valentine's Day. There is no mention of characters from the show and is not intended to be associated with it in any fashion, n...