The Last Man on Earth: A Survival Romance

by Shae Sanders

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.

“Wowwww.” I shake my head in disbelief. “Princess treatment on a desert island. I done heard it all. We ain’t even got a fuckin’ toilet, but you want princess treatment.” “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 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.”

And that would be a shame, cuz this shit right here is elite. The final boss of orgasms. And she didn’t even touch me.

Us being apart was the problem. We’re better together. Happier. I damn near skip to my car now that I’ve seen that woman. I ain’t ashamed to say it: I need her and I love her. Fuck what anybody else thinks.

“Same. Real talk, all jokes aside. What that nigga went through was traumatic as fuck. Lost his friends and his family and didn't know if he'd ever come home. That woman held him down on that island. They found love with each other. That shit ain’t cheating, that’s a fuckin’ love story right there."