Don/Dawn of the Dead

it was all sort of cleansing in a way. I never let any of them kiss me... we never talked really... I'd just go over to their hotel room, get changed and then get on my knees.

The last guy I had fucked was a skinny little white guy with a long one. After he fucked me, he made me jerk off in his hand and lick it off. It was so fucking hot. I already had the taste of his cock in my mouth, my ass was blissfully sore from being fucked for half an hour and there I was... on my knees, holding onto my heels behind me and licking my own cream out of his hand. I was in a mood that night. Thinking about it now, I can almost relate to the zombies. Overwhelmed by lust, the hormones and adrenaline coupling in my brain to remove all fear and inhibition. I'd been thinking next time I wanted him to bareback me... maybe shoot it in my mouth...

But I'm sure he's a Z now. Like everyone. Everyone but me.

The shopping mall that was my new home had the usual shit. I hadn't noticed how useless shopping malls had become. No gun shop like in the movie, no hardware store with cool things like axes and propane tanks. But there was clean water running still. And enough food here and there to last for several months if I was judicious about it. And of course, a lingerie shop.

I tried to avoid it at first. But like a cigarette smoker, orgasm is my addiction and in times of stress, my desires usually go to the darkest places they can find. Considering all of the recent events, I was feeling pretty god damned stressed. And really horny.

But the idea of dressing in the mall and just waking around in public was too much at first. What if I got caught? What if... but then I realized, fuck it. A place isn't public when people don't exist anymore. And if someone did find me, so what? How shocking would a cross dressing bi-sexual be in a land populated by half dead cannibals? The old world was dead and with it, all of the constraints of normalcy. I could be whatever I wanted from day to day...