20 Chapter 20

In any case, we’re here, we’re dead, get over it.

Or into it.

Because zombie love has a lot going for it: one, we don’t get tired—it’s tantric sex on a whole new level; two, as long as we’re horny, our erections never flag—yippy for that snapping, crackling and popping radiation; and three, no sticky mess to clean up. I mean, our body fluids dried up ages ago. Ergo, no saliva, no tears and no come. Um, yes, we come, just not with come.

So I fucked her for hours and hours, some makeup remover used for lube, our bodies in perfect, if not a bit rickety, syncopated rhythm. The troubles of the day momentarily got wiped clean away, until, finally, we shot, if only in our heads, our bodies quivering and quaking in gut-wrenching and quite lovely ecstatic spasms. Not human sex, no; more like human sex 2.0, the next generation.

“Wow,” Dara finally said, my cock gliding out of her stupendous ass. “That was—”

“Fucking incredible?”

She shook her head. “Incredible fucking.”