“Ember Buns!” called out a voice from the other room. Out came a man, thin, tall, dressed entirely in black, with his black hair tied back in a ponytail.
“Um…Sun,” I corrected. He stopped and looked at me like I had just said the strangest thing ever.
“Buns would be better,” he said, and I smiled tightly at him. I did kind of have to agree, though.
“Anyway,” he continued, motioning to me to follow him, and turned around to reenter the room he had emerged from. I followed him in and found myself in a small bedroom, with a woman (yay) holding a camera.
“Hi,” I waved to her. She didn’t bother waving back or say anything.
"So, we’ll want you on the bed here, spread out, welcoming. Got it?” he said.
I nodded. “Welcoming,” I repeated.
“We’re doing a whole concept thing. It’s going to be epic. The world is dying, Ember. You understand that, right?”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay…it’s dying and…sex will save it?”
“No, no! Nothing will save it. We’re all fucked! But since it’s all going down, we might as well have sex, that’s the point. That’s the sorrow we’re trying to capture here.”
“Ah yeah, sorrows of the moon. I get it,” I said, not really getting it.
“Nice, you understand! So you’re the moon, basically. Kind of ironic given your name. But anyway, you help mankind deal with the death of the world by sucking their dicks at first, but when that doesn’t do anything, you welcome them into your dark passage, symbolizing an anti-conception paradigm. Does that make sense?”
I nodded vigorously, hoping he wouldn’t ask any questions about this.
“When they both come inside your butt, it will represent mankind ending it all in a futile effort, an ejaculation of all of humanity’s greatest ambitions into the one vessel that will never bear fruit. And thus we all shall pass.”
Announcing the release of Adult Dreams (Book One): Destiny, the first book in the Adult Dreams series, a brand new series centered around a young woman who wants to make it big in the adult industry, in a dystopian world that doesn’t give her the right to make her own decisions.
Yours,
Erik
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