The Fog

When my boyfriend invited me to spend the weekend with him in his hometown, he showed me the view from his bedroom window. I could see part of a graveyard belonging to a nun's convent next to his house.

He told me that he once climbed over the fence at night with his teenage lover and fucked her in the sinister graveyard.

As he was going through the details, I started getting aroused and I felt my wet panties cooling my clit..he fucked me while I was leaned over the window, looking at the tombs.

Ever since that night, I fantasize about feeling the dump dirt and dry leaves against my back, to then look at the bruises on my butt from the hard, dead, unholy stone..Is it strange that I am still horribly afraid of Zombies?