Hi,
First
I'd like to thank Lily for letting my zombies hijack her blog for our Zombie Erotoclypse tour - so far,
everyone's been very welcoming, if a little nervous at the prospect of a visit
from the walking dead!
Did
you know that the word 'zombie' derives from the African word 'nzambi', which
means 'god'? The cult of zombies travelled from West Africa, via Haiti, to
Hollywood, where George A Romero, the father of the modern zombie, immortalized
the undead on celluloid - and the rest, as they say, is history. Hollywood, TV
and the internet is now in the grip of zombie mania…
However,
the reason I'm here today is to tell you about my new short story collection, Zombie
Erotoclypse, a hot and steamy concoction of zombie erotica in which
everyone's favourite monsters have designs on your body rather than your brain!
Forget the zombie apocalypse - this is a red hot erotoclypse!
Here's
the blurb:
If you're missing The Walking Dead, if you're the slightest bit fond of zombies or if you think they're smarter than we give them credit for, this is the book for you - in Zombie Erotoclypse the zombies have one thing on their mind and it ain't about eating your brain!
Have you ever wondered whether zombies have sex? Fall in love? Lust after humans? The five stories in this red hot collection of zombie erotica will answer all these questions and more. If you thought it was tough being a teenage virgin, try it zombie style or why not take a visit to the club where humans get to have their wicked way with hot young zombies - for a price... Meet the Peeping Zom, who develops an obsession with a hot human blonde. Who looks after new zombies and teaches them the art of zombie love-making? And how would you react if the love of your life came home one evening with a zombie bite?
There
are five stories in total and today's excerpt is from the first story, Red
Hot Zombie Cock…
Marsha has enough to contend with - a whole city full of zombies at the end of the pier where she's taken refuge - without having to put up with the antics of her cousin Skylar. So when he persuades her to visit a zombie sex club to celebrate her birthday, she knows from the get go it's a bad idea.
Two muzzled zombies are cuffed up to St Andrew's crosses and the club hostess calls on a member of the audience to come up on stage with them…
Mack steps forward and from
where we're standing, slightly to one side, I can see that he's rubbing against
the groin of his jeans with one hand. I
can hardly believe what I'm watching and I almost forget to breath. After a couple of thrusts against his hand,
the boy unzips his pants and wrestles his cock out through the slit, tangling
with it until it's standing proud outside the denim. He makes a half turn to let the crowd see his
impressive erection, a wide grin on his face.
"Jesus," I say and
Skylar puts an arm round my waist. I'm
not sure I want to see this.
"Fuck her!" yells a
guy.
The kid turns back to the cross
and puts a hand out to touch the zombie.
He brushes it, quite softly it looks, across her breasts, making the
zombie grunt and strain against her restraints.
The grin has gone from his face and he looks completely fascinated. He runs his fingers down her torso, slowly,
exploring the texture of her rough, grey skin.
Under his touch, she bucks and the grunt becomes a moan that steadily
increases in volume the further down he ventures. On the next cross, the male zombie seems to
sense what's happening and starts baying as he, too, struggles to get free.
"Apparently zombies have
an epic sex drive," whispers Skylar in my ear and I feel his hot breath on
my neck.
"No way!"
"True," he says. "Just watch."
Mack spits on his index and
middle finger and pushes them down between the zombie's splayed legs. It has an instantaneous effect, as if a jolt
of electricity has been passed through her body. Her back arches and her head whips from side
to side as she releases full-blooded zombie scream. In the enclosed space, it tears the air and
reverberates in ears and chests. Mack
looks back over the shoulder at the baying audience, his grin back in
place. Then he takes his cock in one
hand and uses his other hand to find a pathway into the zombie's pussy. He strokes his swollen head up and down
between her lips and then I see his hips surge forward as he pushes himself
inside. She screams again and the male
zombie roars with her. When I look at
him, I realize his cock's even larger now and he's pulling harder against the
bindings at his wrists and ankles.
The crowd goes wild with
catcalls and whistles as Mack pumps in and out of her. And despite my revulsion for what I'm seeing,
I realize that between my legs I'm wet.
Skylar pulls me back against his body and I can hear that his breathing
has quickened. He grinds his hips
against my ass and I feel the bulge of a nascent erection.
And
if you want to find out what happens, it's only 99c or 77p for all five stories!
See
you at our next stop!
Tamsin
xxx
To find out whom else the zombies
will be visiting over the next couple of weeks check out the schedule on Tamsin's
Superotica.
Author bio: Tamsin Flowers
Tamsin Flowers loves to write light-hearted erotica, often
with a twist in the tail/tale and a sense of fun. In the words of one
reviewer, 'Ms Flowers has a way of describing sexual tension that forces itself
upon your own body.' Her stories have appeared in a wide variety of anthologies
and she is now graduating to novellas with the intention to pen her magnum opus
in the very near future. In the meantime, like most erotica writers, she
finds herself working on at least ten stories at once: while she figures out
whose leg belongs in which story, you can find out more about her at Tamsin's Superotica or Tamsin Flowers. Follow her on
Twitter @TamsinFlowers or on
Facebook Tamsin Flowers.
Thank you so much for having me, Lily :)
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