"How was it being fucked by so many people, knowing I had you only hours before?" Whitey whispers in my ear, his hands continuing to stroke my ass, my...breasts, the curve of my thigh right next to my pussy. I whimper as his lips tease my neck, his tongue twirling as he kisses behind my ear to my collarbone and back again. "Just about as good as you knowing you are about to fuck me after they all did," I retort as I catch a glimpse of jealousy in his eyes before he swiftly thrusts his fingers. The role I most like to take up however was that of a girl named Maria. Maria and I were to very different people. I was a shy, overweight man and she was a vibrant, fit, beautiful girl in her late teens who was outgoing and loved companionship. I loved to tease men in the chat rooms and I often was the centre of attention. None of them knew who I really was. I even got ICQ and chatted privatly with several of them but I never had cyber despite how much they all wanted to. Well I never did. Avoid highly descriptive bloody horror. You can integrate your existing stories if you have some. The general genre of this story is an erotic action thriller, rated "R" or above.The story is in the same genre as other stories of the undead, except zombies remain with two basic needs instead of only one: eating and procreating. They are seeking healthy flesh and fresh sperm to cure themselves and live a little longer, and healthy wombs to procreate. It’s survival instinct, both of the. He said, “Thanks. Don’t feel guilty about being labeled a hero for my actions. You saved my ass and I appreciate it.”Feeling a lot better, the cop said, “Thanks. Anyway, the reason I pulled you over was to let you know that you had a bad tail light.”“Oh, I didn’t know that,” Mike said. He wondered if he had knocked off a wire when he had handing out the ammunition the previous week. He said, “Let me check the trunk.”“Sure,” the cop said. He walked to the back of the car while Mike popped the.