The Disaster Diaries: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Apocalypse

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by Sam Sheridan


  It did beg the questions.

  What about the gun?

  What about the dead bodies?

  What about all the blood?

  It didn’t matter. In ten hours it will be midnight and this day will be over. The countdown is on. In ten hours the day of prophecy will come to an end and my new life with Isabella will begin. It is only ten hours. I just need to get through the next ten hours.

  Chapter Fifty-Two: Breaking News

  ***

  The drive back home was always very pleasant. I was lucky enough to live out in the country, which meant I could take the scenic route home. Outside of town were several farms, which have some really strange and beautiful animals. One farm always interested me. It had a field filled with cows, but these were not just any cows. They were highland cows. They looks liked miniature wholly mammoths. Well, in my opinion they did. My family never could see the comparison. I just found them amusing, which was why I always came by this way whenever I returned from the city centre.

  ‘Breaking news,’ said the voice of the reporter on the radio. ‘A truck filled with explosives has been detained in New York this morning. Police have arrested the driver of the vehicle. Stay tuned for more information.’

  It was a terrorist attack?

  Was this part of the apocalypse?

  Was this how it all started?

  I could feel my heart starting to throb within my chest. I had to get home. I had to get online and find out what was happening. This couldn’t be happening. It isn’t fair. I am finally happy. The end of the world cannot happen. I pressed my foot down the accelerator and sped down the country lane. If this was the end of the world, and my dreams were true, then there must be a way for me to stop it.

  Chapter Fifty-Three: Six Hours until Midnight

  ***

  The day drifted by, as the countdown continued. In six hours the day of the apocalypse would be over and I will be free of these damn dreams. I just had to get through the next six hours without anything bad happening. The truck bomb had been defused and removed. The suspect was part of a terrorist organisation, but the police believed that he was working alone. New York City and all of the United States of America were on alert. It would have to be a genius terror attack to crack the heightened security. If that was the catalyst for the apocalypse, did that mean the end of the world would not happen?

  I picked up my cell phone and glanced at the screen.

  I was kind of hoping Clarissa would call me.

  She hadn’t.

  Maybe I should call her? I am the one that is in the wrong after all. Should I explain about Brendan, and how I was drunk and upset? Did that justify me sleeping with Isabella? What if she asked me to stop seeing Isabella? Would I? Could I? Did I want to? I have strong feelings for Isabella. Last night and this morning were so nice. It felt like I was starting to have some form of normality in my life again. I don’t want to lose Clarissa. She means so much to me. I like her so much. I am so attracted to her. I could be happy with either of these women. I didn’t want to lose Clarissa as my friend. I should call her. I should call her and let her swear at me. She will be pissed for a while, but I know she will forgive me.

  I picked up my cell phone and called Clarissa.

  It rang twice then she answered. I was met by silence.

  ‘Clarissa?’

  ‘What do you want?’ She sounded incredibly pissed.

  ‘I wanted to see how you are.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘I care about you.’

  ‘Fuck off, Logan. You care about getting laid.’

  ‘No. Last night was a mistake.’

  ‘You couldn’t wait until the weekend? You had to go fuck that bimbo?’

  ‘It wasn’t that. I was upset about a friend of mine that...’

  ‘Fuck off. I don’t believe I actually trusted you. I thought you and I were going to make this happen. You are just like every other guy. You say one thing, but all you really want is sex. Don’t call me anymore. I am not your friend. I hate you, Logan.’ It felt like someone was stabbing a knife into my chest. Hate was such a powerful word. I knew she would be upset, but what can I say to this? How could I make Clarissa like me again?

  ‘I want to fix this.’

  ‘I don’t.’

  ‘Please don’t be like this.’

  ‘Be like what? I told my ex-boyfriend it was over because I wanted to be with you. I came to your house to tell you I loved you and I find you fucking some bitch? Screw you, Logan.’ The phone line went dead. I let out a long weary sigh and sat back in my chair. Was that it? Did Clarissa not want to hear from me again? No. I would give it a few days and call her back. I will wait for her anger to subside. She might just forgive me. It will take awhile, but we can rebuild our friendship.

  An e-mail appeared in my inbox.

  ‘What’s this?’ It was from the publisher I was about to sign for.

  I opened the message.

  ‘Dear Logan, I regret to inform you that we will not be accepting your novel for publication.’ It was like having a ton of bricks dropped upon my shoulders. I was so surprised by the opening line that I re-read it several times. My brain just didn’t seem to want to accept it. The publisher was rejecting my adult novel? They had agreed to it in principle. It just needed the main person to sign off on it, but they had rejected it. On what grounds had they rejected it? ‘We wish you luck with the manuscript. It was a well written and well thought out story, but it is not right for our publishing house.’

  That was it.

  I was jobless.

  The publisher had rejected my book.

  ‘What the fuck am I going to do?’ I cradled my head within the palms of my hands. I had just cut my ties with the old publisher. I was so sure they would sign my novel. I will have to go through the whole submission process again. That will take months. It will then take months of edits and promotion. It could be another year or two before my book is out. What am I going to do for work until then?

  Chapter Fifty-Four: Four Hours until Midnight

  ***

  Lucy yapped and jumped up at the front door. She was my early warning system. I didn’t even know how she did it. No one had knocked. Lucy had been sat in the front room with me when suddenly she jumped up, started yapping, and headed for the front door. Just how good was her hearing? She could hear a car door slam outside the house and footsteps coming up the driveway. I opened the door and greeted Isabella with a nice big smile. Her hand raised in the air, as she prepared to knock.

  ‘You must be psychic.’

  She stepped into the house and kissed me upon the lips.

  It felt so natural.

  ‘Hello, Lucy. Have you been a good girl?’ Lucy wagged her tail excitedly. Isabella stepped by me, as she kicked off her shoes. I could hear her unzipping her long brown knee length coat. ‘My husband will be back in about an hour and a half. I will have to beat him home. So, I think we might have an hour to ourselves.’

  I closed the front door and locked it.

  ‘What do you fancy doing? Have you eaten?’

  I turned to face her and froze. For a brief moment in time my brain stopped working. Isabella was standing in the hallway in her bra and panties. Had she come to my house like that? Her clothes were not on the floor, but her coat was hanging on the hook. Had she just come in her underwear and a coat? I was practically drooling, as I looked her up and down and then down and up again. She looked stunning. I could feel something happening down between my thighs. I could see her nipples through the white fabric of her bra. She giggled, as a blush appeared upon her face.

  ‘You like?’

  ‘You look incredible.’

  She stepped into my personal space and curled her fingers beneath the base of my t-shirt. She lifted it up off the top of my head. I aided her in removing it. I looked down upon her perky breasts. They were giving birth to a million and one naughty thoughts and ideas. I stroked the tip of my finger around her erect nipple. Isab
ella sighed, but continued to undress me. The next to go were my trousers. She popped open the button, pulled down my zipper and got onto her knees, as she guided my trousers and boxer shorts down. I stepped out of them. Isabella tossed them down the hallway. I was now naked. She looked up at me and smiled. My dick was growing harder before her very eyes. I deep sigh escaped my lips, as she ran the tip of her tongue along the underside of my long shaft. Upon reaching the top she took the head within her mouth. At no point did she use her hands. Isabella began to bob her head back and forth, as she sucked me off. I breathed deeply and brushed my fingers through her gorgeous hair.

  ‘Logan,’ she muttered my name.

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘Do you remember what it felt like when you pushed your cock inside of me?’

  ‘Yes.’ How could I forget? Isabella had been so sexy. I had entered her skin on skin.

  ‘I want to do something naughty.’

  ‘Okay.

  ‘I want to fuck you unprotected.’

  Did I just hear her correctly? She sucked my cock a little faster.

  ‘I loved feeling you inside of me. I want you to fuck me unprotected. You can pull out and cum over my tits, or in my mouth, but I really want you inside of me. Will you do it?’

  Chapter Fifty-Five: Danger

  ***

  Was I really doing this? I couldn’t be doing this, right? I was smarter than this. I looked down upon Isabella. She was lying naked upon the bed beneath me. Her panties and bra had been removed. Sweet little smiles split her lips between desperate moans. Her face was a mask of lust mixed with a hint of agony. I had pinned her arms to the bed above her head. The way her tits bounced back and forth was captivating. My bedsprings creaked in protest. I could feel her pussy gripping the shaft of my cock. It felt so good to be inside of her. The warmth of her body was melting my mind. Her pussy was so tight and wet. It sounded like such a tacky thing to say, but I had never felt a pussy like hers. I was pulling my cock to the point that it nearly slipped out of her body and then forcefully pushing it all the way back inside. A cute high pitched moan escaped her mouth with each thrust. At no point did we break eye contact.

  ‘Logan, your cock is amazing.’

  I did love the way she talked dirty during sex.

  ‘Your pussy feels so fucking good.’

  ‘It is yours. You own my pussy.’

  God, that was hot!

  ‘I do?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Say it again,’ I told her.

  ‘You own my pussy.’

  I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. It was a rushed and clumsy kiss, but I needed to feel her tongue within my mouth. It didn’t last long. I didn’t want to disrupt my concentration. It was taking every last bit of mental strength to stop myself from erupting inside of her. I don’t think Isabella fully understood just how attractive she was. She was the type of woman that men jerked off to. I didn’t want to let this end too quickly, but then again I didn’t want any accidents. This was a dangerous game we were playing. I had to pull out of her before I climaxed. It didn’t matter if I sprayed it all over her stomach. It would be foolish to cum inside of her.

  ‘I am so close,’ she moaned erotically.

  The strained tone to her voice nearly caused me to finish.

  I gifted her with a cheeky smile and rolled my hips harder and faster.

  ‘Fuck!’ Her breasts heaved, as her breathing grew short and sharp.

  I could see the look of anticipation behind the windows of her soul.

  ‘You are so fucking sexy.’

  ‘So are you, Logan. Are you close?’

  ‘Yes.’

  I could feel her pussy gripping me. ‘How close?’

  ‘I will need to pull out in a moment.’

  ‘Do you want to?’ Her hips squirmed beneath me.

  ‘W-well...’ I stuttered nervously. Of course I didn’t want to pull out. How fucking amazing would it feel to cum inside her? But it would be a stupid mistake. It was dangerous. She could get pregnant. Isabella wrapped her legs around the back of my thighs, as she pulled me in close with her arms. I pressed my muscular body down on top of her. The feel of her skin against mine was intoxicating.

  ‘Don’t pull out.’

  ‘Isabella, we...’

  She cut me off. ‘Don’t stop, Logan. Do it inside of me.’

  ‘It’s dangerous.’ I said one thing, but at no point did I stop fucking her.

  ‘Baby, you own me. I want you to make me yours. Fill my pussy with cum.’

  How did this woman do this to me? This was dumb. I shouldn’t do this. I know I shouldn’t do this, but her words seemed to have power over me. I went to open my mouth to reply, but I was too late. It happened.

  ‘Logan!’ Isabella cried out. I could feel her muscles locking, as she dug her fingernails into my back. She threw back her head, as she bear hugged me with her arms and legs. The sensation of her tight pussy clenching the shaft of my cock was too good. A wave of pressure dropped from the depths of my stomach and rushed like a tsunami towards my groin. The headboard of my bed thumped off the wall, as I drilled my dick inside of her as hard as I could. I was using every single muscle within my body to roll my hips and penetrate her as deep as I could. I grabbed handfuls of the bed sheet, as a euphoric supernova ignited within my soul. My hips jolted and my cock erupted. Isabella cried out with delight, as I climaxed inside her gorgeous body.

  My hips went into overdrive.

  ‘Isabella!’

  ‘Logan!’

  ‘Fuck!’

  ‘Yes. Logan!’

  ‘Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!’

  ‘Don’t stop!’ Her voice was filled with desperation.

  I grit my teeth and continued to fuck her, but where my mind was strong, my body was weak. We went on for a handful of seconds, but the sheer power of the orgasm has zapped my body of all of its energy supplies. My hips rolled to a standstill. Isabella continued to squirm and moan for nearly a minute, as aftershocks of pleasure rippled throughout the core of her body. I couldn’t move. The tiniest movement caused bolts of orgasmic delight to pulse down my cock. Our heavy breathing filled the silent house.

  Chapter Fifty-Six: Three Hours until Midnight

  ***

  ‘I can’t decide,’ I admitted.

  ‘You have to pick,’ giggled Isabella.

  ‘This is a tough call, but I think having you on top is my favourite. That way I get to look up at your beautiful face.’ She cuddled into me and buried her head into my naked chest. Our arms and legs were wrapped around each other. It was like two human beings had been tied into a knot. ‘What is your favourite?’

  ‘I think when you were on top. I love being on top, too, and I loved it when you took me from behind, but I think the first time you cum inside of me will stay with me forever. It was just so insanely hot. You were so good. That makes me officially your property.’

  ‘I am yours, too.’

  ‘You are?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘What about not trusting me?’ Isabella asked.

  ‘Isabella, we have just had unprotected sex several times. I trust you.’

  ‘You do?’ she looked up at me and smiled. ‘That makes me so happy.’

  We shared a sweet kiss.

  ‘I love you, Logan.’

  ‘I love you, too.’

  ‘Do you really mean that?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘You’re not just saying that?’

  ‘No. I wouldn’t say something like that if I didn’t mean it. I love you.’

  ‘I wish I didn’t have to go home tonight.’

  ‘There is an easy answer to that. Don’t go home. Stay here with me.’

  ‘I can’t do that.’

  ‘Why is that?’

  ‘You don’t know my husband. He will go mental.’

  ‘He won’t know where you are. You can live here with me. We can start a proper relationship together.’

  ‘You are too good to me, L
ogan, but I need to wait until the weekend. I want to pack up all my stuff and move it out when he is away. It is only a couple of days. I will be free of him and we can start our new life together. That does mean you get to have as much skin on skin sex with me as you want. You don’t even have to ask. I am yours. It doesn’t matter where we are, what we are doing, if you want me, you can have me.’

  ‘I like the sound of that.’

  ‘It works two ways,’ said Isabella.

  ‘It does, does it?’ I replied with a cheeky grin.

  ‘Yes. That nice long tasty cock is going to be in my mouth all the time. I own it.’

  ‘You do.’

  She stared into my eyes for one long moment.

  ‘I should go.’

  ‘I wish you didn’t have to.’

  ‘I know. Would it make you feel better if I sucked your cock before I went?’

  ‘That doesn’t even deserve a reply.’

  Isabella giggled, as I rolled onto my back. A warm glow filled my heart, as she walked a gentle line of kisses down my chest, across my abdomen and down towards my groin. Was this really happening? I am sure I was going to wake up in a minute and find out this was all a dream. She was too good to be true. She took me within her mouth.

  ‘Isabella...’

  Chapter Fifty-Seven: Parting Ways

  ***

  I leaned in through the window and kissed Isabella one last final time. She cupped my face within her delicate hands, as she sucked softly upon my tongue. I let out a deep sigh, as I stood up and stepped back from the car. Isabella was wearing an eye consuming smile. I didn’t know who was happier, her or me.

  ‘Have fun on your walk, Lucy.’

  Lucy recognised the word “walk” and wagged her tail.

  ‘Text me when you get home.’

  ‘I will do.’

  ‘Okay.’

  There was a long pause, as we both just stared at each other, grinning like idiots.

 

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