The Last Man on Earth: A Survival Romance

by Shae Sanders

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.

They’re gone. All of them. And I couldn’t save a single one.

What if nobody ever comes?

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.

Maybe we’ll fuck in my dreams.

how I’m feeling right now, I don’t wanna get saved. I wanna lay her on this fucking sand and go in. I want her pussy on my tongue. I want it around my dick. I got a snake for her ass, a big one. I want her to sit on that muhfucka and ride it ‘til we both tap out. I don’t give a fuck about no back home. Ain’t no back home. It’s just us. Right here.

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“You can’t have two clowns in a marriage. Somebody gotta have some sense.”