Guest Blogger: Tamsin Flowers
International Zombie Day
I’d like to thank Lucy for having me here on – guess what? – International Zombie Day! Who knew? But for me, it’s a great excuse to talk all things zombie – not least my new collection of erotic zombie shorts, Zombie Erotoclypse. I’ll be giving you a super steamy excerpt in a moment but, to celebrate all things zombie on their special day, I’m starting with some amazing zombie facts!
Did you know…
- It’s against the law in Haiti to turn someone into a zombie
- Zombie stories have been told all over the world including Europe, Asia, Africa and the Middle East
- In Scandinavia zombies are called draugr and are fierce warriors who refuse to die
- Hospitals, police stations, churches and shopping malls will be infection hot spots in a zombie apocalypse
- The worst zombie movies are reputed to be Zombie Strippers and Zombies, Zombies, Zombies
- In a zombie apocalypse (or erotoclypse) never give a weapon to someone hysterical
- Fans of all things zombie are called Zombophiles!
Now, for all you zombophiles reading this, here’s what you’ve been waiting for – hot zombie erotica! This excerpt comes from my story I Was A Teenage Zombie Virgin.
Teenage virgin zombie John has just been rescued from a baying mob of healthy humans by a girl he used to know before he became a zombie. She saved him for the sake of her brother who, when bitten by a zombie, was taken from the family and killed.
Like I said, every zombie has the vestige of the human he once was flickering inside him, and at that moment, I forgot our differences. I forgot that I was zombie and she was a healthy girl. I forgot that all I wanted to do was fuck her and then eat her and I caught her up in my arms and held her tight against my chest.
Great sobs pulsed through her for a couple of minutes, then she sniffed loudly.
“So you see, I couldn’t let them take another boy away from his family.”
She looked up at me, her dark hair curling in sweaty tendrils round her forehead, her liquid brown eyes full of trust. I bent my head and I kissed her. I kissed her in a way that I’d never kissed a girl before I was a zombie. Our lips met, hers so soft compared with mine, rough and chaffed and scabby. Her mouth opened and her tongue glided against my mouth, applying a gentle pressure until I let it slip inside. I can’t say how it must have compared with her other experiences of kissing, though it was obvious she’d had some, but for me it was sublime. Fireworks and flares went off in my gut and a burning sensation made my cock surge forward against my cut-offs. I heard a low, guttural moaning, like an animal in pain, and took a moment to realize that it was me. I held her close against my chest and through the thin fabric of our T-shirts, her nipples felt like rough pebbles.
Her arms slipped round behind me and started pulling up my shirt and I followed her lead, drawing her tank up to reveal the soft curve of her belly. It made me catch my breath and I felt suddenly dizzy.
“Eve,” I managed to grunt, not knowing where to put my hands—onto the soft flesh now revealed or to carry on pulling the garment off her.
“Shhhh,” she whispered in my ear. “Come.”
She stood up and tossed her top to one side. Then, as I gawped, open-mouthed, at her small, perfect breasts, she grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs to her bedroom. This room was junk food free but there were clothes all over the floor and the bed sheets were tangled and grimy. Did I give a shit? It was literally months, probably more than a year, since I’d been in a bed and here I was, diving into the softness with the most divine, half-naked angel.
I hope you enjoyed it! And if you want more it’s only 99c or 77p for all five until October 13!
See you at our next stop!
To find out whom else the zombies will be visiting over the next few days 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.