I’m super close to being done typing up all the stories from my 2015 Erotica Under Glass project, “She’s on the Bottom” — I only need to finish typing up one story, and fill in some blanks on another — and I’m preparing to announce the theme for my 2016 Erotica Under Glass project. Part of the ‘Under Glass’ deal, though, is that I give away some of the content for frree and I hadn’t chosen a “She’s on the Bottom” story for that…until now.
I sent an email out to my newsletter asking the subscribers which one of my stories they’d like to read for free (unfortunately, I did something wrong and only part of the mailing list got the email–sorry!). There was a tie, but I cast the deciding ballot and I’m happy to tell you I will be making ‘The Last Men on Earth‘ available as a free read.
The Last Men on Earth is quite long–nearly 10,000 words–so I don’t want to just put it in a blog post, that would be a nightmare to read. So I’ll be getting it edited this week and then formatted as an e-book right after. It should be available for download within three weeks. In the meantime, here’s a couple thousand (unedited) words to whet your appetite 🙂
And thank you for your continued support of Erotica Under Glass. I can’t wait to tell you what the next theme is… I mean I can wait, and I will wait (until next week) but I’m really looking forward to it! 🙂
Word Count: 9,650
Kink Level: D/s featuring M/f and M/m action and spanking but no actual intercourse.
Under Glass Theme: She’s on the bottom
ETA: Holy crap, I can see typos and required edits already. For example the dog’s names are Cain and Abel. I mean, they are both quite ‘able’ but that’s not their name… >_<
The Last Men on Earth
by Cori Vidae
Her arms and thighs were heavy from exertion and the wind tore at her clothes and poked numbing fingers through their many layers. It made her eyes water and she blinked furiously to keep tears from forming and freezing to her face. Even so, her eyelashes stuck together each time they met, pulling away reluctantly like over-stretched chewing gum. A small copse of evergreens offered some shelter to the West but reaching them would take her from the most direct route to Jacksons’ ranch and already wading through the knee-high snow was taking its toll on her. She wouldn’t have made it this far as it was without her dogs, Cain and Able.
She peered at them over the sled through the breath-clouded air. They were getting tired too–of course they were–the snow was up to their shoulders in some spots. Though she could hear their laboured panting clearing over the swoosh, swoosh sound of the sled cutting through the snow, they never slowed, never stopped pulling. Pit Bulls were known for their tenaciousness but she didn’t think that was what drove them. Like her, she suspected they were motivated by the precious cargo bundled up and sleeping on the sled between them.
“Good boys,” she called, putting her shoulder into pushing the sled and continuing her weary trudge behind it. “Good boy. We’re almost there.”
Good lord, had Jacksons’ always been so far away? It had seemed a whole lot closer before.
“Not even if you were the last men on Earth!”
