Zombie Goodness- A Guest Post by Tamsin Flowers

Goodness me, we have a guest today! Gather round with your cups of tea, because the lovely Tamsin Flowers is here to talk about her new book. And it is a special one indeed. If you love zombies, today’s your lucky day.

Tamsin, do take the floor.

Hi!Tamsin's new book, guaranteed to give you thrills and chills.

A big thanks first off to Jillian for having me on her blog for the next stop on the giant Zombie Erotoclypse blog tour – believe me, we’ll be going halfway round the world and back over the coming month!

And the purpose of our epic journey is to introduce the cast and stories that feature in my new collection, Zombie Erotoclypse.  You may be familiar with some of the huge body of work that deals with the imminent zombie apocalypse, but I bet you didn’t realize that there’s a good chance that it will be a zombie erotoclypse instead.  These zombies are interested in getting at your body for a totally different reason and the compelling hunger for flesh that drives them is 100 per cent sexual!

I’ve brought together five hot stories of zombie lust and loving – and over the next few days I’ll be telling you a little about each of the stories.

Today, it’s all about I Was a Teenage Zombie Virgin.  Most of us, if we’re not still living through them, remember the teenage years as a time of confusion and self-consciousness off the scale – life was out to embarrass big time, with zits, sprouting hair, breasts that were either too big or non-existent and rogue erections at the worse possible moments.  Well, try to imagine going through all this and being a zombie. Problem? Body hair is the least of them…

Here’s an excerpt:

Teenage virgin zombie John has just been rescued from a baying mob of healthy humans by a girl he used to know before he became a zombie. She saved him for the sake of her brother who, when bitten by a zombie, was taken from the family and killed.

Like I said, every zombie has the vestige of the human he once was flickering inside him, and at that moment, I forgot our differences.  I forgot that I was zombie and she was a healthy girl.  I forgot that all I wanted to do was fuck her and then eat her and I caught her up in my arms and held her tight against my chest.

Great sobs pulsed through her for a couple of minutes, then she sniffed loudly.

“So you see, I couldn’t let them take another boy away from his family.”

She looked up at me, her dark hair curling in sweaty tendrils round her forehead, her liquid brown eyes full of trust.  I bent my head and I kissed her.  I kissed her in a way that I’d never kissed a girl before I was a zombie.  Our lips met, hers so soft compared with mine, rough and chaffed and scabby.  Her mouth opened and her tongue glided against my mouth, applying a gentle pressure until I let it slip inside.  I can’t say how it must have compared with her other experiences of kissing, though it was obvious she’d had some, but for me it was sublime.  Fireworks and flares went off in my gut and a burning sensation made my cock surge forward against my cut-offs.  I heard a low, guttural moaning, like an animal in pain, and took a moment to realize that it was me.  I held her close against my chest and through the thin fabric of our T-shirts, her nipples felt like rough pebbles.

Her arms slipped round behind me and started pulling up my shirt and I followed her lead, drawing her tank up to reveal the soft curve of her belly.  It made me catch my breath and I felt suddenly dizzy.

“Eve,” I managed to grunt, not knowing where to put my hands—onto the soft flesh now revealed or to carry on pulling the garment off her.

“Shhhh,” she whispered in my ear.  “Come.”

She stood up and tossed her top to one side.  Then, as I gawped, open-mouthed, at her small, perfect breasts, she grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs to her bedroom.  This room was junk food free but there were clothes all over the floor and the bed sheets were tangled and grimy.  Did I give a shit?  It was literally months, probably more than a year, since I’d been in a bed and here I was, diving into the softness with the most divine, half-naked angel.

I hope you enjoyed it! And if you want more it’s only 99c or 77p for all five!


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See you at our next stop!

Tamsin xxx

To find out whom else the zombies will be visiting over the next month check out the schedule on Tamsin’s Superotica.


Tamsin’s bio – 

Tamsin Flowers loves to write light-hearted erotica, often with a twist in the tail/tale and a sense of fun.  In the words of one reviewer, ‘Ms Flowers has a way of describing sexual tension that forces itself upon your own body.’ Her stories have appeared in a wide variety of anthologies and she is now graduating to novellas with the intention to pen her magnum opus in the very near future.  In the meantime, like most erotica writers, she finds herself working on at least ten stories at once: while she figures out whose leg belongs in which story, you can find out more about her at Tamsin’s Superotica or Tamsin Flowers. Follow her on Twitter @TamsinFlowers or on Facebook Tamsin Flowers.

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  1. Thanks so much for having me on your blog today, Jilly 🙂

  2. Reblogged this on TAMSIN'S SUPEROTICA and commented:
    Today, I’ve taken the zombie tour over to Jilly Boyd’s Lady Laid Bare blog…

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