Under Glass Excerpt: The Last Men on Earth

With all the excitement around The Naughty List‘s release I haven’t done an Under Glass update in a while. Let’s correct that 🙂

Right now the only story that’s available for sponsorship is still Of Water but I am working on transcribing some of the other stories to get them ready sooner rather than later (I’ve also got a cool idea for the next theme, but that’s a whole other blog post). Right now I’m in the middle of typing up a sexy Mmf post-apocalyptic story I’ve titled The Last Men on Earth.

Here is a very short excerpt:

He growled. Deep. Low in his throat like an animal and her knees went weak. She knew that growl. She knew what came next–

–memories flashed by like images from a flip book, each accompanied by the sound of that growl. Jake buried balls deep in her ass, Jake jerking her hair back so she could see their reflections in the mirror in front of her while he fucked her from behind, the stinging pain of the cane colliding with the cheeks of her ass, leaving raised red welts in its wake, Jake picking her up like she weighed nothing and spanking her until she cried, and then spanking her some more–

Damn it, she wanted what came next.

“Liv,” his voice was low, tight and the vein in his neck which had always been her barometer of how far she was pushing his patience was throbbing. “God damn it. If watching everyone around us die in the plague and the riots and–if that hasn’t taught us not to waste a single goddamn day–”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re–” The look on his face was almost cartoonish in its absurdity. He’d obviously had a great long speech planned and now she’d ruined it.

I’m hoping to have this one typed up by Friday, keep your fingers crossed. 🙂

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