Sunday, October 13, 2013

In honor of all things that shuffle and moan...guest blogger Tamsin Flowers

It's The Walking Dead day here! I am so excited to see what's up tonight on TWD. The anticipation is even higher thanks to watching all three seasons with the man recently. So, away we go with some zombies from Tamsin Flowers:


Hi,

I know that Sommer's zombie-friendly, so I was thrilled when she invited me to bring my new erotic zombie release over to her blog. Zombie Erotoclypse is a collection of five short stories about the loves and lusts of - obviously - zombies!

This is the blurb:

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?



And here's an excerpt from my story I Was a Teenage Zombie Virgin:


Being a teenager has always been tough - but being a teenage zombie is a hundred time's harder! Eighteen-year-old zombie John has just been rescued from a baying mob of vigilantes 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 exterminated.

I knew her then.  I'd seen her around.  I'd imagined her naked and I'd fucked her in my imagination.  And now?  God, I wanted her more badly than anything I'd ever wanted in my life—the life she'd just saved. Even in my warped zombie mind, I knew I owed her everything.

"Come on," she said, gesturing me to follow her.

I ambled after her, up the path to the front door and, to my amazement, inside.  The house was a mess—the kitchen and the walk-through living room a paean to fast-food living.  Pizza boxes, burger containers, Chinese take-out pails and bags, cups and cartons from every fast-food joint in a five-mile radius.  I guessed Eve didn't cook much, or anyone else who lived here for that matter.  I stood looking round, not knowing what I was meant to do with myself.  My social graces had long since slipped away.

"I was right, wasn't I?" she said.  "You're not going to hurt me."

I shook my head and tried to speak. All I could articulate was a grunt.  But I knew I'd sooner die than hurt this beautiful creature who had delivered me from evil. 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.

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 lay down on my back and Eve lay on top of me and started kissing me again, running her hands through the tangled mat of my hair, making little sighing noises that completely melted me inside.  I took my time to explore her mouth with my tongue—I was in no hurry for this to be over—it was the moment I'd been dreaming of for so long.  Her teeth were smooth as porcelain, hard and sharp in contrast to the soft swirl of her tongue against mine.  Her saliva tasted sweet to me and the warmth of her breath on my face was like an additional caress.

When she let her mouth drop from mine and down onto my chest, I buried my face in her hair.  Even unwashed and unkempt as she was, she smelled unbelievably good—human sweat is a million times less acrid than zombie sweat, which was all I'd caught a whiff of in months.  She sucked tantalizingly on my nipples, sparking new sensations that rippled through me like electric current, and she twisted them until I grunted with the pleasure of the pain.

I hope you enjoyed it! And if you want more, why not take a look at my new short story collection, Zombie Erotoclypse? It's available from:








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.





1 comment:

  1. Thanks so much for having me, Sommer, and enjoy TWD tonight! Not sure when we're getting it back here in the UK... but I can't wait.
    Tamsin

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