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.

“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.”

The audacity….

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.

“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.”

we’re a team now, and frankly, now that we’ve fucked, I’m feeling real boyfriend-like with this woman.

Might as well

“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.”

softly. “My life is so peaceful. I enjoy it, I really do. But sometimes…I get to thinking about what it would feel like to share it with somebody.

“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.”

“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.”

my pussywhipped ass is sitting here thinking some real dumb shit; that maybe being on this island ain’t so bad after all.

Might as well get comfortable

“Either you were alive out there somewhere, or you were gone. Either way, I was bringing my baby home.”

Sometimes niggas don’t like to see you happy.