*EDIT- sorry, the tag should be F SOLO. I forgot to change it when I split it up into 2 posts
Dear diary,
Man. When you watch zombie movies nobody ever tells you how fucking BORING it is. Like yeah, there’s some scary shit sometimes but most of the time you’re just lying around in your smelly apartment doing nothing. No internet, no tv. I’ve read every book I have and honestly? I kinda hate reading about the world in the before times. It makes me really angry. I really thought my 30s would be different.
So I write in my journal, I don’t know why the fuck I bother. Well I do know, it’s cause there’s nothing else to do. Maybe someday somebody finds this shit and thinks it’s interesting or maybe I just die one day and these rot here with my corpse.
Ugh. Sorry. Too dark?
Whatever. It’s my journal and I’ll do as I like!
So I write… and I masturbate.
Like, a LOT. Sometimes I try to see how many orgasms I can have in a day (12) and sometimes I edge myself for like 3 days just to see how long I can go. It’s tricky, cause I’ve never had good self control, but thinking about sex is better than thinking about dying.
When I go out looking for supplies in the other apartments I always look for batteries and sex stuff. Which sounds super gross, I’m stealing people’s sex toys! But like.. they don’t need them and I don’t have any power and I get bored quick.
I struck gold a while back when I went into Flora’s apartment at the end of the hall. Like almost everybody else she went outside when the fire alarm got pulled and ended up as zombie food. I assume. She wasn’t there when I went in, thank god.
You never can tell with people. Flora was this plump happy lady, probably in her 50’s? She loved a loud floral print, she said it was cause of her name. She was always so sweet and gave me cookies.
Well. It turns out flora was a FREAK in the sheets. She had an entire drawer just FULL of sex stuff. And, cause she was always prepared I guess, I found a good stack of AA batteries.
Some of it was stuff I couldn’t use. One of those plug in vibratory wand things. But TONS of condoms (sue me, It’s easier than cleaning the toys properly), lube, some nipple clamps (when I’m feeling kinky), and this MASSIVE dildo. Like, this thing is as thick as my wrist. I haven’t tried it yet, cause it’s really intimidating but I’m working my way up to it.
Flora, may she Rest In Peace, even had some dildos that have suction cups on the bottom. The other day I stuck it on the side of the bathtub and almost died trying to fuck myself. Can you imagine? I made it this far only to smack my head on the side of the tub and die. I figured out I needed to put a towel down first so it wasn’t so slippery and bend over rather than kneel.
I ended up putting it on the edge of the tub and then straddling it. Pumping it in and out was basically exercise since I was doing squats, but I buried it inside myself and played with my clit until I came. It was almost as good as a real dick.
(Not though. I REALLY miss dick. Sigh)
Anyway.a I kinda wanna try putting it in my ass but I might wait until I find a second one like it cause I don’t wanna like.. mix them up. You need DEDICATED butt stuff! Thanks cosmo magazine!
Ok. Guess I’m gonna go.. fuck myself and get some sleep?? Fuck me.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vwa5y3/a_girl_has_needs_ok_fm_zombie_1