My folk and I are sitting in the cottage farm we have found somewhere south of Philadelphia. It is not safe I do not believe that those things can not come in. Theres a highschool fencing outside and if we can be quite they wont learn us. We have food and running well urine. frigidity exhibitor have become the norm. Properly best because its been almost a month since his hands were touching me. I close my eyes and remember one of our amazing nights together, so hot his hands, the crack and sting of the flogger, the tactual sensation of his mouth all over me…..I open my eyes and I shiver, knowing I am wet again ! Great. Were the hell is he ? Is he safe ? Did he run to his menage menage ? Dam I don't even make out where that could be.

I go upstairs to my bedchamber and I look again at the picture I had printed when it all went down and I needed to print as many photo of my kids and family as I could. I have a cover box under my bed. I keep those pics of him and me and some sexual love texts he used to place me. On the table besides my bed is my very beat iPhone. I stare at it will it to turn on. 2019 and stupe Malus pumila did n't figure out robe to have a life long bombardment, distinctive. There were so many polarity that the world needed to stop it's hysteria on nature and then it happened. The flu or whatever it was. Now everybody was sick and dying but somehow not dead. It was laughable at first. Old people who used to sit in chairs and smell like pee, were standing and not needing the walking stick, they were walking around, sprightly cutie. No ! ! They also bit the fuck out of anyone who they could get their hands on. No longer were they cheek pinchers who needed to remise about the human race they lost when it was cool down to send a telegram. Now they just rip your face right off and munch on it, like a piece of steak. Still the old Lady who lived future door sounds like she makes more sense now ! Her rambling turned into this raspy growl and at least she does n't fume anymore ! I made sure she can not get to us. I cut off her pegleg.

I need to know. I need to observe him. If he is dead then I will just possess to live on. Every morning it is the Same dam nightmare. I wake and it is that 5 arcsecond fourth dimension that you forget that the earth as you know it has ended and nigh of the population want to eat you and not in a dependable way. There is no power. Nothing. Could n't even station a dam telegram ! Before it happened. He used to send a text to me every morning, never forgot."in force Morning, my aphrodisiac Pet Molly"It made my morning. It cheered me up. He is my everything. And every day now I awake unfastened my eyes and touch my speech sound. It used to light up with the first 2 words of his textbook. I would smile and get up progress to my coffee and text edition him back. I could n't see him every day, but he loves me and I him and we cherished the time we had together. Now out-of-doors my eye advert my phone….nothing and it all rushes in the pain, the lost, living completely terrified that I am seconds away from being chewed on.

Philadelphia is a shortsighted 15 minute drive in a car. Now I could claim the car, but how are the roads. Most of them towards the urban center are blocked with the utterly and the deadened that are not dead. desolate cars. But I have to go. I can not awake up another day not knowing. I am the ultimate stalker. Anyone else would own said oh well he 's probably dead and why the nether region would go to dead invested city to find him.

Just me ! Just Molly.

I kiss my small fry and secernate them I am going to get supply. They are adult ups now. We go over the safe principle. I tell them I will return as soon as I can. As I get in the car I spray a sniff of perfume. wellspring I'm sure he's horny if he 's alive ! I turn down the street. Not too many cars blocking I can go around them. Shit, there a utter, ok keep going Molly, Breathe, I pass it. Phew. I look to my rider can. I have a big knife and a baseball bat. If you destroy the head it is dead. Ahead there is more dead but not near the route so as the road is clearer I up my speed. Such a lovely sunny day. Hot for March. I had so many design this year. Ok so far so good. The highway should I take it ? Or there is another road I could lead but it may more congested with idle and cars. I take the main road. It is the way I know and since I can not use a GPS ! LOL. I weaved and dodged abandoned gondola and some but not as practically as I suspected deadened. The roads leading out of Philly are completely blocked I notice with a tremor. Dont think about now, mollie, just restrain going, your OK. OMG, Im an idiot. I have to cross that fucking span over to Philly there will be no relief valve if the dead are infesting it. I see it up ahead. fate more cable car and some trucks and I cant see how many short. I roll up the Windows, and proceed with caution. Im almost across but ahead I see too many dead, too many cable car. A big truck overturned. Oh God. prison term to run. I stop the car some way from the bunch of dead. I grab some water and gulp down half the nursing bottle and stuff the residuum in my pocket. I bring one more bottle with me and take hold of my knife. I open the threshold of my beloved bug, shut the door and run. I look back to my niggling car. I dont think I will get to see it again. I dodge the dead. They seem interested in some new looking mountain of yuck. OK. Where the fuck do I go ?

I decided that if I get to his work domain. Hell he may be there. Hiding with his buds. He sure loved his"boys"his group of guy friends I never met them of course. I was his short secret. He used to talk about them like they were his family. I have never really experienced long clock time protagonist like that. I think he may feature tried to rescue them or go to them. From memory I run down the streets that lead deeper into the city. I see more dead. This is a dull approximation. Ok keep running. Thank god they can not run. Just grab me. Very out of breath elbow grease poring off me. Man I do n't look hot sexy now thats for sure. I look around. I think this looks properly. I know it was toward were the clock is. I scan the street. get-go running. Yes. Market Street. Oh Yes ! Theres that Marriott we stayed at. So sexy. We ruined the piece of paper that day ! I came so hard. Ok there are many many dead milling here. I look around and I think I can see the fund he worked at. I duck into an empty car so I can becharm my breathing place and consider just for a irregular. What if the doorway are locked. What if here not here. Where can I look. I suddenly feel so dullard for trying this. Dumb bitch he 's not here. Why would he be ? Hot tears roll down my sweaty face and I drink some water. Rub my eyes and occupy a few breathing time. A match of cars down I would be able to be right outside the store. Then if I can jump in a safety one. Ill be capable to see if there is any living inside the store. I jump out of the car and run to the full pelt to another car. A dead almost grabbed me and I shook it off. Dived into the car in front of the store and slammed the door. Too fucking close molly. I peer into the store. No lights of course. The store front window is cracked but not broken. I see nothing though. No life story. Unless they are in some fucking break elbow room in the backbone. I imagine him and some prison cell earpiece grind sitting in the back elbow room. Smoking up a storm of grass and he is entertaining them with his guitar. Almost oblivious to the hell outside. Typical of him. Always so tranquilize and collected !. What would he say to me. Probably, howdy my Pet !

I look around me. Dead walking. In plurality it seems walking circles, bumping onto cable car some deadened are alone. Some are actually still. Do they get tired or are they just bored. I smile to myself ha Philly looks the same as it always does. full phase of the moon of dim idiots stumbling along. Only difference is thesis Philly goers do n't deliver phone in there capitulum and holding cadre phones. What is the point of having a conversation with somebody on speaker ? I just want to tell them. Shut the fuck up, I do n't wan na hear your fucking conversation ! I stare at a dead not too far from my hiding spot. Its a man. A Lester Willis Young man. Wearing a total darkness crownwork. dungaree. His exhaust hood is kinda up and I see a splash of brown hair. I try to look at his face but he is turned from me. I begin to look away to determine the others but before my heart slip away, he turns and stumbles more towards me. Fuck can he see me ? No they do n't see to have sight so often. I see face because as he stumbles into the car in front the cap falls from his typeface. My hearts begins a rhythm that I am sure the dead can hear find out and I stifle a scream. The dead man has a sexy myopic whiskers and dead green eyes. His pilus is spiky and oh my god, it is my man. He 's here. He is outside his fucking store. I feel a blast of choler towards him. Why are you here ? Why did n't you run ? The pull to contact him is overwhelming and ….really ? my pussy has started to swell. I want to run to him. I want to bundle him in the car and and do what ? Molly he is a daed……..Can he remember me ? Ok. cant wait anymore I need to sleep with. My man is standing slightly looking away from the car, he is looking at his store. Maybe he remembers. I get out of the car. and conclude the door. The early deadened are not too near. The door closing makes him stop stumbling and he turns his head and flavor straight at me."JJon,"I stutter. He does n't move and looks aways slightly."MMM..Master !"I call him. He snaps his head and looks at me again. Our eyes have met. Does he bonk its his molly, his sexy Pet. Near the store there is another store front the window is broken and the doorway is hanging off its hinges.

He is standing and staring at me and he begins to stumble towards me. I allow him to watch me into the memory board. He stumbles in behind me. I look for the early dead to see if they have noticed us. No they are not looking. I lead him to the back portion of the store where there is another store room. What am I doing ? I just want to reckon at him. I close the door behind us. He stands looking at me. He looks like he is smelling the air. He does n't try to snap up me. He knows me. He smells strongly of pot. He also smells muffle kind of. The weed must help him be calm. What is this place anyways. Oh how funny I led him to a mattress store ! There are mattresses piled on the floor. Looks like a some time person had sheltered here. There is some Coca Cola cans good and empty. Some dress.

I walk slowly towards him. Like he is a wounded animal. I watch his aspect. His eyes are watching me. As I get closer he starts to make a growling sound in his throat. Man it makes me hot wet and terrified. I'm in movement of him. He reaches his hands out like to snap up me. I grab his hired hand and book them. He feels very stale and clammy. Our eyes have locked and I know he is n't supposed to have brain living but he knows me. He would bear ripped me to tear up if not. He raises his headspring again like he 's sniffing the air. Ok here goes……"Master its Molly, its your sweet Molly"He looks at me and grumble louder. I say,"Master its Molly, Your molly"and he stops growling. I smell him. He smells weird. But also like him. My whole body is waking up. I stand closer and he lifts his arm with my manus holding it. Oh, please don't kill me professional I think. But my arm is now level with his mouth. I say"Master, please do not smart Molly."He looks at my arm and looks at me. I think is he conflicted ! Yes, I knew it. they are not brain all in completely. He runs his tongue over my wrist. I say"schoolmaster, making love Molly, passkey you love Molly."He looks into my optic and I see something, his look. That aphrodisiac look. He does n't prick. He just licks. I lean in finisher to him, our mouths almost touching, he starts to growl and like he is going to seize with teeth."SHHHH master, you love molly, You LOVE MOLLY."I pronounce each Holy Scripture. He stop growing. I kiss his face and his neck. HMMM still cold and smells weird but also like him.

master key suddenly wraps both his weaponry around me and I am pinned to him. Oh supporter. I'm wearing a thin T shirt, no bra. Master drags his paw up to my pilus and grabs a smattering of fuzz and drag my psyche back, exposing my cervix to him. I brace, I'm going to die and I am so turned on. victor starts to growl but the growl is not so dead like. He then sniffs at my neck and I feel his sassing. Did he buss me ? Then his other hand is grabbing at me. But not like he's killing me like he's touching me. His hand finds my tits and he seems like some recognition hits him and he stops grabbing and looks at me. I say"Yes Master, Im your Molly."He growls but more of a lust replete growling, his hands grab at the straw man of my t-shirt and he pulls at it. The tee shirt scratch line to rip and then there is flesh he is grabbing squeezing and scratching at. Its painful but good like we used to work before. We fucked rough before. Blood lust. BDSM. Beating. I loved it. All of it. captain bucks his head towards my teat and It sends me off balance. Im falling and he 's falling. OH Fuck. The mattress has saved my fall, but passkey falls almost on to me. I wriggle away from him and in quickly movement I jump on top of him and push he hands up and into the mattress. This was my favorite way to bonk him. lord looked storm if a deadman can await surprise. He's looking at me again. I look down and see my tits are exposed and there are scratch mug all over them. Huh, does n't suffer. I cant assistant myself. I lean down and osculate his mouth very quickly. He snaps at my face. I say"No master key its Molly. mollie, Molly."I lean over him still holding his hands and permit my tits to fall in his expression. He snaps again and I say,"No,"he growls and seems to open his mouth slower so I rub my nipple near his oral cavity. He licks at it, so I let him cause a trivial more. He's licking and Im getting surface-active agent and I moan. The strait startles him I think because he growls and somehow I have lost hold oh his manus and he seize me fast. He has a handgrip on my forearms. I say"Please Master…."He stops growling and sits up. We are variety of tangled and I slide back and oh shit he's on me and his sass is on my neck opening. Licking but I feel his teeth too. I push him up off me and say"Master its Molly"and he's looking down at me. I move my hands down to my drawers and his eyes follow, I undo the buttons on my underdrawers and his heart are fixed on the flesh and little white scanty I am exposing to him. I am so turned on my slit is throbbing and I have lost the will to be scared. He leans his mouth to my boob and begins tasting again but OUCH he bit a little I try not to over react. I don't want to make him frenzied, but I look down and I see rakehell and his mouth licking and he bit again. But the botheration was a joy as well. Oh no ! what now, Masters rima oris is moving down down to the top of my drawers. I brace no no no I don't want my insides ripped out. Ive seen the automaton shows ! But master seems to feature controller a trivial, maybe it was the stock. His bridge player grabbed at my shorts and they rip and he is ripping more and more and growls loud and I feel scared. I"m laying perfectly still ripped tee shirt mostly off and bleeding tits. I scoot up the mattress so master is not at my belly and now between my wooden leg. I dip my digit inside my twat lips. I am so wet. I bring my fingers to his backtalk and he grabs my hand and now my finger's breadth and most of my hired man is in his mouth. But he is sucking very hard but sucking. I pull my fingers aways and arch my back so my pussy is closer to his oral fissure. His oculus slowly fix and he growls and lowers his head and oh yes yes his mouth is licking fast. Like he's so hungry, his mouth is biting not hard but pulling my back talk into his rima oris. Oh My, I'm building, I need to cum ! ! ! I yelp a little and he stops still and raises his head and looks at me, mouth dripping with his spit and my juices. I say"Please schoolmaster Please make believe Molly cum."Masters head inclination back down and the beating and suction begins again I am building maybe I can cum with out making a dissonance. I start to cum and he 's growling and sucking harder and oh he 's biting and he brings his head back up and I see loads of blood line and he 's chewing, on what ? ? And then I feel the electrocution pain at my pussy and I look down and he has bitten me all over. Master leans more than over me and licks at my paunch and I brace and he does this clip raciness, but not too rough and it hurts but at the Lapp metre metre, I like it. He 's moving so he 's more than on top of me and mouthing on my titmouse and sting and bites and Im cumming again and he moves up to my neck and I am just lost in the pleasure and pain. My hired hand are by my side of meat and I feel wet and affectionate fluid pooling by my sides flowing. I bring up my helping hand and see it is dripping in pedigree. And then he bites into my neck and this clock time I know its not honest to let him go forward, but I did n't experience painfulness. His body is all on me and yes sick of me but I reach down and see his jeans. Soon as I pull the button he stops biting and looks back up at me. But he looks to a lesser extent white-haired and dead color in his impudence and those very cold dead optic are brighter. doe my blood heal him ? I think I could be dying and I don't care I find the zip and agitate down his jeans a little and find his deadened prick. Except its not dead, its hard and a minuscule warmer. He growls again and this clock time he sounded more like him. I look at his face and he's looking at me and its like we have that connectedness again. I push his tool between my ramification and the combustion pain sears but he pushes strong and his cock strip inside me. He falls back on to me and he's is fucking me. How, he must call back. He's biting and I see him but my eyes feel heavy and he is blurring, but his typeface is covered in blood and I see morsel of pulp in his mouth. My flesh ? I guess so. My eyes are closed again. I feel pain stabbing pain in the ass everywhere but also the pressure of his cock inside me and that feeling of oh yes Im going to cum again. I feel him moving moving inside me and then his manus are on my fount and its the like before when we were alert and he loved me and would fondle my face and I open my eye and see his one of his handwriting in his rima oris and something is hanging from it. Stringy blood soaked. His hand reaches back to my grimace and he seems to caress his hand down my impertinence to my cervix and over to my tits. My body responds so quickly to him and right then I let out a squeal of pleasure as I begin to cum and squirt and his bridge player are pulling at my tits, I feel a ripping sensation and my breath is not come and I hear a thudding audio and search down but its just his hired hand and it seems like it it is in my chest of drawers. He has stilled, still inside me, his hands and his cock. The mattress seems so wet now, I must experience squirted a lot ! But I know in my encephalon which has seconds of life story left that the mattress must be soaked in my blood and my cum. Master seems to be leaning into my chest. He is looking down at me again The ripping is abstruse inside me and I gasp and see his bridge player go back to his mouth, something large and has tubes, the thing is purple and dripping red, my middle are fixing like everything has stopped. He sucks and savors the heftiness like its the secure relishing intellectual nourishment, he is so athirst and the hold out thing I see is the extreme pleasure and contentment flashing in those dead centre. He has eaten my spirit, it belongs to him.

But then my spirit always did !