Monday 22 July 2019

Blue Monday: First Contact

Every Monday I'll be posting an excerpt from one of the stories in Lust in the Dust.

The third story in our lineup is First Contact by Raven Sky, simultaneously a thoughtful critique on the standard Apocalypse paradigm and a queer romance set in the wilds of Canada:


I knew I was fucked the moment I laid eyes on her. What the hell was a white woman doing this far north, squatting in my family’s hunting shack? Well, I guess I knew what she was literally doing, and I should have looked away, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was naked, standing in my kitchen, using water boiled on the wood stove to sponge-bathe her body. I’d spotted the smoke quite a ways off and come prepared to take on whatever threat had found my hideaway. I wasn’t prepared for her, though.

She was blonde. No one this far north was blonde. At least not above and below. Sure some of the reservation bimbos tried to fake it with expensive chemical dyes, but blonde was something foreign and exotic that we only ever saw on TV and the internet. Back when those things still existed.

I knew I was being a creeper, but still I looked on at her body framed by the window, as she used a cloth to wash her tall, lithe frame. She had an angry looking rash on her left calf, but otherwise she was physically perfect. I’ll be honest and admit that I didn’t check out her eye colour, but her skin was pale and her tits were small with perky pink nipples. Her hips were soft curves and her ass was perfectly rounded. There was soft, ample fuzz of the lightest shade of tan between her thighs.

I felt like I’d stumbled into some strange pornographic movie, because nothing this extraordinarily sexy had ever happened to me before. She was scrubbing the length of her arms, then her tits and torso, and I felt my own sex get slick at the way her rosy little nipples tightened up. I squirmed and thought about touching myself, but that was a step too far for my dignity. I snapped back into the reality of the situation, which was that a stranger was trying to steal my home. And even if she was a startlingly gorgeous stranger, she was still a threat.

I retreated to the trees and walked full-circle around the house, looking for clues. Who was she? Was she alone? Did she have weapons? What did she want?


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It's the end of the world as we know it.

Peace and plenty are ideals barely remembered. Everything we used to rely upon has crumbled away, and pleasure is something few can afford. Every joy has to be fought for. When all the trappings of a civilised life are taken away, all we can hope to truly call our own are our bodies and our hearts. In the ashes, we make alliances where we can, and find solace and humanity in unexpected places. And maybe even a little hope for the future…

Lust in the Dust brings together ten erotic short stories set in times where civilisation and the rule of law have crashed and burned. The aftermath of a terrible war, a zombie invasion, a cityscape over-run by nature, a medieval fortress. Wherever there is life, there is lust.

Edited by Janine Ashbless - with stories by S. Nano, Elizabeth Coldwell, Raven Sky, Sommer Marsden, Cara Thereon, Jones, Gregory L. Norris, Nicole Wolfe, Janine Ashbless, Quiet Ranger.
 

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