The Last Man on Earth: A Survival Romance

by Shae Sanders

For the loneliest people in a room full of others. May you find the one who truly sees you.

Twenty-seven seems young to marry, especially when you can tell from his music that his frontal lobe needs a lot more cook time, but I ain’t his mama.

“Respectfully, how much would it take for you to hike that dress up and ride my dick?” I see the moment something snaps. Her eyes flash fire as she leans closer, close enough for only me to hear. “I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on earth.”

Because the truth is, I need him out here. I needs his protection. I need him to treat me gently, even though we’re in what seems like the roughest place on earth. I need to feel safe. With him.

“You sayin’ you want princess treatment? On a desert island?” “Yes,” she says sharply. “Just because I’m stranded doesn’t mean I can’t have standards.”

“Correct,” she says, eyes sparkling. “Because it’s not a dollar amount. It’s a mindset. You might be the only man here, but you still have to apply pressure.”

“I’m serious.” I sit up, wrapping my arms around her. “I’m very satisfied. No regrets. In the future, no appointments needed. No questions asked. If it’s on sight, I’m good with it. Whenever you want it.”

Period!!!

“There’s a segment of our community that collects degrees like trophies and goes back to school when we’re bored. I’m one of those, I fear.”

“I don’t give a fuck if they come save us tomorrow,” I say roughly. “I might as well be the last nigga on earth, cuz I’m gon' be the last nigga you fuck.”

IKTFR!!!

“A nigga had to kill a wild animal just to taste this pussy,” I murmur. “When you cum, I better hear you. Tell me it’s mine while you cum on my shit.”