Hi,
I promised you it was a busy week on Superotica and I promised you zombies! So what’s today all about?
When Kristina Lloyd invited me to her online Kinky Cocktail party, I knew immediately what I wanted to drink. It’s zombie week here on Superotica, so it had to be a Zombie – a classic rum cocktail that’ll have you swinging from the rafters in no time. Ms Lloyd is celebrating the release of her latest dark, deep and sexy offering, Undone, which will be published by Black Lace on 11th September. It’s an erotic thriller that has been setting my pulse racing as I’ve been reading it over the past few days – and I’ll be featuring a sizzling excerpt from it here on 12th September as part of the official blog tour!
But today is all about sharing a few drinks and having some fun. The main party is taking place all day on Facebook at Kinky Cocktails and Digital Drinking and you can find out more about the blog tour on Kristina’s website. I’ll be popping by the Facebook page a little later on today with a few copies of Zombie Erotoclypse to give away – perfect reading while you sip on a Zombie.
The Zombie
4 parts dark rum
2 parts light rum
1 part 151 rum
1 part apricot brandy
2 parts each of orange, pineapple and lime juice
1 tsp sugar
Blend all the ingredients with ice apart from the 151. Strain into a highball glass and then float the 151 on the top. Garnish with a slice of pineapple, orange or lime, mint leaves and a cherry.
Drink with pleasure!
And now you’ve got a drink in your hand, what about a visit to the Zee Club? This is the scary zombie sex bar that features in my story “Red Hot Zombie Cock” – the curtain raiser in Zombie Erotoclypse. The zombie apocalypse has happened and LA has morphed into Zombie City. Pockets of humans eek out an existence where they can. The Zee Club is one of the last remaining bars and it takes some nerve to go and drink there…
Excerpt
Honey leads us down a flight of candlelit stairs and then another. The club is underground and it quickly becomes apparent why. Long before we get to where we’re going, I can hear the scream of zombies above a pulsing beat of heavy metal. The base thuds in my chest and the hairs on the back of my neck and on my arms stand up. I’m getting a bad feeling about this but, ahead of me, Skylar is practically skipping down the stairs. At the bottom there’s another long corridor and then finally Honey stops in front of a pair of matte black doors and turns towards us.
Never have I felt such trepidation as I do now, waiting for the doors to open on what I’m sure will resemble one of Dante’s circles of Hell.
“Good luck,” says Honey.
“Thanks,” says Skylar and, stepping forward, he kisses her. Full on, mouth open, tongues.
Good luck? Why the hell are we going to need luck?
Skylar disengages himself and shoulders the door open. I follow him through, only to be crushed by a wall of noise and heat and smell. Zombie-stink. Like the rodent house in the zoo but ten times more pungent. It stings the back of my throat and I start to cough. There’s a whiff of cigarette smoke in the air as well and the humidity of too many sweaty bodies in a confined space.
It’s too dark to see much. Bodies and movement. I think people are dancing around us but the crowd seems thicker to one side of the cavernous room and it’s from this direction that I hear the unmistakable guttural retching noises that the zombies make when they’re about to feed. A shiver runs up through me and I look back towards the doors – but they’ve shut and I can’t even make out their outline on the dark black wall.
“Come on, let’s get a drink,” says Skylar.
On the opposite side to the zombie crowd, there’s a small bar but even here people are jostling for space. Skylar fights his way through while I take in more of the details, my eyes slowly becoming accustomed to the dark. The crowd is made up of mainly men, young men – more people than I knew were even alive and living in Zombie City – but there are some girls, too, and all of them have the hardened look of survivalists.
Skylar appears at my side and pushes a glass into my hand. I sniff it – bourbon. It’s been an age since I had any alcohol. It’s getting hard to come by.
“Happy birthday, Marsha,” he says, touching his glass to mine.
“You’ve been here before?” I have to shout to make myself heard over the music.
“Loads of times.”
“What goes on?”
“You mean with the biters? Like I said, you get to fuck ’em, if you want.”
The bourbon burns a path down my throat and I cough again. But it’s good medicine and I finish it off quickly, enjoying the warmth that radiates through me.
“I’ll get you another.”
When Skylar comes back, he gestures me to follow him and then weaves ahead of me through the crush to the other side of the room. I throw back my second bourbon to calm my nerves and step forward as the crowd parts in front of me. I don’t know what I expect to see but the reality is like nothing I could have imagined.
In a pool of bright white light, there’s a small stage. On it, attached to two St Andrew’s crosses against the back wall, are a male and a female zombie. Their wrists and ankles are shackled with wide metal cuffs and their jaws are muzzled. Other than that they’re both completely naked. I’ve never seen naked zombies before but these two have all the required body parts and, though their skin is already grey tinged, they can’t have been zombies long as there are no real signs of decay. Their heads are thrashing and both of them are roaring with zombie blood lust. But what really catches my eye is the male zombie’s cock. It’s erect and it’s huge, bouncing up against his stomach as he writhes against his restraints.
“See what I mean, Marsha?” whispers Skylar in my ear. “Wouldn’t you like a bit of that?”
I’m shocked to feel the familiar tug of longing deep down inside as my muscles clench. It must be the bourbon and the fact that I haven’t had sex in a while. It’s not as if I’m going to find a zombie in any way sexy.
The crowd’s baying almost as loud as the zombies and suddenly Honey appears, standing between the two crosses. She has a mike in her hand and her hips pulse with the beat of the music. Some of the guys at the front yell their appreciation and whistle. She smiles back at them and then holds up her hand as a signal for quiet. Somewhere an unseen DJ turns down the music.
“Come and get it,” she whispers into her mike, her throaty voice making the words sound incredibly sexy.
The spectators respond with a roar.
“Who wants to try out this bad boy here,” she says, running a finger tip down the male zombie’s chest, “and this hot young thing?” She tweaks one of the female zombie’s nipples, making her hiss behind her muzzle. “Just one lucky guy and one lucky girl. That’s all I’m looking for tonight.”
“She wants someone to go up and have sex with the zombies, right in front of everyone?” I whisper to Skylar.
“It’s all part of the show,” says Skylar. “But they keep a bunch more in private rooms for paying guests. I’ve got one reserved for you.”
“No way, Skylar.” I shake my head. I’ll watch the show, if that’s what it was, but more than that…
A kid steps forward, maybe eighteen or nineteen, shaven head and ripped torso. He says something to Honey that I can’t hear and her face breaks into a wide grin.
“Okay, I got a taker for Miss Zee.” She wraps an arm around the boy’s shoulders and then brings the mike back to her mouth. “Come on, girls, someone’s got to be jonesing for this great big stud over here.”
A ripple of whispers runs through the crowd and people shuffle and shove. Eventually two women step forward, holding hands and giggling.
“Wow! A tag team,” says Honey. “This is going to be awesome.”
Then the music ramps back up as Honey pulls her three victims into a huddle.
“Watch and learn,” says Skylar, grinning widely.
The volume seems to increase even more and the two women step to one side. Honey grabs the guy’s wrist and holds his arm up high in the air, like a champion fighter being paraded round the ring. He takes a bow and then turns to face the female zombie. Suddenly the room is silent.
“Go for it, Mack,” screams a woman.
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.
He turns back to the cross and puts a hand out to touch the zombie. He brushes it, quite softly, 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 a full-blooded zombie scream. In the enclosed space, it tears the air and reverberates in ears and chests. Mack looks back over his 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.
Out in front, Mack’s building toward his climax, thrusting faster and harder, grappling with the zombie’s breasts and even sucking on one of her nipples. He arches his back and throws his head back, though his valedictory roar is drowned out by the noise of the crowd and the baying zombies. It’s a scene of complete mayhem as the audience surges forward and the air’s rent by a loud cracking sound. I blink and things go into slow motion.
The male zombie has split his cross in two and, now able to use his arms, he makes short work of turning the heavy beams into nothing more than kindling. Still cuffed at his wrists and ankles, he ploughs into the crowd like the Incredible Hulk and there’s a surge for the doors as panic takes over.
Oblivious to what’s going on behind him, Mack pulls out of the female zombie and drops to his knees in front of her. Tongue out, he dips his head between her splayed thighs and I can quite literally see the orgasm breaking over her as he eats her pussy voraciously.
Then Skylar’s tugging on my arm.
“He’s coming this way.”
*****
Phew – I expect you could do with another drink after that – so go and join the party! And if you want to find out what happens to Marsha and Skylar, Zombie Erotoclypse is available from:
Amazon.com
Amazon UK
Smashwords
Barnes & Noble
Kobo
I arrived in the shade of the lime tree and sat down, shivering a little. It wasn’t cold, but the shade gave me a tiny sensation of chill, goose-pimpling my skin. Or perhaps that was nerves. I wrapped my arms around my knees and hugged them against my breasts, squashing my stiff nipples. They were beginning to ache from being so swollen for so long. He had touched them, pressed them, they were his now.
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