Zombie Erotoclypse

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Zombie Erotoclypse

If you’re missing The Walking Dead, if you’re the slightest bit fond of zombies or if you think they’re smarter than we give them credit for, this is the book for you – in Zombie Erotoclypse the zombies have one thing on their mind and it ain’t about eating your brain!

Have you ever wondered whether zombies have sex? Fall in love? Lust after humans? The five stories in this red hot collection of zombie erotica will answer all these questions and more. If you thought it was tough being a teenage virgin, try it zombie style or why not take a visit to the club where humans get to have their wicked way with hot young zombies – for a price… Meet the Peeping Zom, who develops an obsession with a hot human blonde. Who looks after new zombies and teaches them the art of zombie love-making? And how would you react if the love of your life came home one evening with a zombie bite?

Tamsin Flowers has written a collection of always entertaining and sometimes thought provoking erotic zombie shorts which will teach you one thing at least – zombies have the best sex!

Reviews

5.0 out of 5 stars Great Zombie Anthology, September 13, 2013
It used to be hard to get a good zombie book that mixes erotic elements without the focus being on the zombie hunters as opposed to the zombies, so it’s fantastic that authors are taking chances and writing stories in which zombies are as consumed by another base instinct as they are by the need to feed.

It’s easy to screw up zombie erotica by going campy, but Tamsin Flowers puts together a great collection here that has shades of quite a few great classic zombie tales. For instance, the first story, “Red Hot Zombie Cock” brings to mind Richard Matheson’s “Dance of the Dead.” The stand-out story is the last story, though this would appeal more to those who love good erotica than those who are here for the zombies: it just has all the right elements.

Virgin zombies, new zombies, and voyeur zombies (this one had a laugh-out-loud ending), Zombie Erotoclypse is an entertaining read for folks like me who love a good zombie anthology. Hoping for a second collection.

*****

This collection of stories is on occasion jaw dropping and very, very sexy.  Zombie sex can be a very tricky thing. Parts coming off can be a problem. What I liked about this book was the raw sensuality of it, even in the midst of rot and ruin, sex is still there in the forefront. You have captive zombie sex slaves, horn dogs that just don’t quit, teenage virgins with one thing on their mind and a whole lot more. Each of the stories will make you laugh, one made me slightly nauseous but then turned completely in the other direction and had me crunching ice cubes but they all held my interest. This collection is rowdy and in your face sex craved zombies and they aren’t stopping. 
 
Awesome read!
 
4/5

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Excerpts from Zombie Erotoclypse

Red Hot Zombie Cock

Marsha has enough to contend with – a whole city full of zombies at the end of the pier – without having to put up with the antics of her cousin Skylar. So when he persuades her to visit a zombie sex club to celebrate her birthday, she wonders where it will lead…

Skylar’s finger traces a line down my upper arm and I turn to look at him.  In the pale sunlight he looks vibrantly alive.  Healthy.  And everything a zombie’s not, with his white blond hair and deep tan.  His eyes always look deeper blue by the ocean and I have a sudden urge for some life affirmation of my own.

I roll onto my side and stretch out an arm to take hold of the back of his neck.  He comes to me as easily as if he’s been expecting it and when our lips meet his are already open.  He’s as hungry for it as I am and he pushes me onto my back and moves on top.  The bulge I’d felt earlier in the club is firmer now as he rubs his hips against mine.

 

I was a Teenage Zombie Virgin

You thought being a teenager was tough? Try it when you’re a zombie…

So there I was, a teenage zombie virgin with a raging horn, trapped under my parents’ wrap-round veranda and living on dead squirrels.  Came a time when all I could think about was breaking out to go and find me some nice, young zombie chick and all I could do to make the days pass quicker was jerk off.  And being a zombie, I wasn’t very good at that.  I could never get a really good rhythm going and the tightness of my grip seemed to vary beyond my control. 

 

Peeping Zom

Stanley was lecherous before he became a zombie but now… When he catches sight of a beautiful blonde disrobing in an abandoned house, he thinks all his Christmases have come at once.

The Blonde caressed her breasts, shoving the tank up over them as she did, tweaking the nipples as she revealed them.  Her areolas were small and dark, and they looked grainy in the soft light.  The nipples stood erect, pushing out, and Stan bit his tongue with his desperation to suck one into his mouth.  His cock bucked and he rubbed himself slowly against the clapperboards just under the window frame.  He tasted blood on his tongue and fervently wished it wasn’t his own.

 

The Joy of Zombie Sex

When you first become infected with the zombie plague, just pray you have a guide like Berthold to teach you the way of the Zombie…

The street was dark and quiet now. Berthold’s mouth broke from mine and as he stood up, he pulled me to my feet.

“I’m taking you home,” he said.

His voice was a low rasp. He lifted me into his arms as easily as if I had been a child and with my head pressed against his chest I could the roar of his heartbeat. He covered the ground back to the apartment in long easy strides.

The moment the door had closed behind us his hands were on me, tearing at my clothes as he pushed me up hard against the wall. Within seconds my T-shirt lay shredded on the floor and my jeans followed, ripped down while still done up. He kissed my mouth insistently and then burned a trail of kisses down my throat.

 

Bar the Door

Emma and Galen take every necessary precaution against the zombie threat, so what happens when one of them is compromised?

Galen knocked on the door in the secret pattern, I drew back the bolts and first thing I saw was blood.  On his shoulder, all the way down his arm, soaking the sleeve of his shirt with a dark, sticky stain.  I smelt it too, sweet and metallic, somehow animal.

Terror swept through me and I dropped to my knees.  It was the moment I’d been dreading so long and it hit me like a punch in the gut.  I couldn’t breathe and my head started spinning.

I should have slammed the door in his face.  I know that now. 

 

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