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Don/Dawn of the Dead

I did all of the 'normal' things first. Checked all the doors, checked all the stores, closets, back hallways, stockrooms and bathrooms for zombies. Made sure everything was sealed off. Established a base inside the mall to operate from. Made an escape plan. Hid some of my guns and ammo in a cache with my INCH bag (I'm Never Coming Home bag).

And then I waited. I'm not sure what I was waiting for. This was the part that wasn't like the movies. I wasn't with anyone. The whole time I was running I didn't see anyone... well... no one living. Just all of the walking dead. Now they watch me through the shatter proof doors. All rotting and drooling. The plague had spread quicker than any science fiction writer or horror movie buff could have ever predicted. I had plenty of food and water to last a while. I was secure from the Z's. I had things to keep me sort of busy. But the thought that kept haunting me was the idea that I was the last man standing. I kept thinking that I'd never see another living person again.

I kept thinking I'd never get laid again.

I'm what I call hyper-sexual. I love sex. I love fucking. I love women. I love lingerie. But really, I'm a mass of contradictions. Sure, I'm a manly man who can shoot, fight and fuck with the best of them but I'm also... well... uninhibited. And curious. And well... I love lingerie. Love it. So much that yeah... I used to wear it once in a while. And when I wasn't getting laid regularly, then it turned in to more often. A couple of nights I got drunk and hooked up with strange guys from Craigslist and let them treat me like a fuck slut all night.

There was something about being desired so much by another human being. I wasn't attracted to guys but I loved the attention. And the humiliation. I liked the idea of submitting to someone else after submitting to my own darkness. I loved the feeling of big cock shoved in my mouth with somebody's hand pushing my head down on it. I liked being bent over, panties pulled down and waiting for that touch of the cock head probing my asshole. Big, hard prick pummeling my ass, beating the hell out of my prostrate. I didn't give a shit about the guy, guys are fairly ugly. But the pain, the pleasure, the desire, the humiliation...

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