Wicked Wednesday: Graveyards/Cemeteries

By Guliolopez (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons

By Guliolopez (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons

If you were to ask me to name the last place on earth I’d want to have sex, I wouldn’t have to think about it much. Although in a submarine and in a hot air balloon would be high up on my list, at the top would be just one place: a cemetery.

It’s not that I have an aversion to fucking on grass – in the backyard and at the park under a shady tree is divine, as is the middle of a football or baseball field late at night under the stars. But having sex in a graveyard, potentially on top of a corpse, just isn’t for me. I feel it’s sacrilegious for one thing – I wouldn’t want to find two people getting it on in front (or on top of) my parents’ graves. And I watch way too many movies to be comfortable with the idea.

When I think of sex in a graveyard, I always think of zombies, their bodies lying beneath the dirt in various states of decay, waiting for Hell to fill, or a priest to hang himself in the Dunwich, so they can walk the Earth.

Imagine: it’s late at night, and only the moon lights the tombstones. You lead me, unwillingly, down the shadowed path, with the only sound the rustle of the leaves as they’re caressed by a soft wind. The shadows are ominous, and you guide me to the grass in front of a grave marker…we kiss, and I give in: I take off my shirt and lie back on the grass. Your mouth kisses mine, then works its way down my body, your breath hot on my skin as I shiver in the moonlight. Your hands cup my ass through my jeans and squeeze as you work at the button on my pants with your teeth.

I have my eyes closed, and, lost in the feeling, as your hands caress my breasts I wonder how they can be in two places at once. Your fingers feel rough on my nipples, and I begin to notice an earthy smell, with something darker underneath. I sit up with a shriek, startling you. The hands hold my breasts tight, and the rotting fingers dig into my tender skin. Now I feel the bony ribs on my back and the dead breath on my neck; I hear the teeth chattering in a decomposing skull. You pull me free, and we run, praying the moon isn’t hidden by clouds.  It might have been better if it were, as we see the corpses rising from the ground, clawing their way from the grave, and the cemetery becomes filled with the cries of the dead….

No matter how amorous or horny I was, I would not be able to keep thoughts like that out of my head…my imagination would run wild, and I would see the decaying bodies, and start to hum: “…the worms crawls in, the worms crawl out…”  At which point I’d either giggle or scream, and either would totally kill the mood.

Can we go to the football field now?

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4 Responses to Wicked Wednesday: Graveyards/Cemeteries

  1. Awesome imagery however I can’t stop giggling. Not sure if it is due the worm song or what

  2. See, the image you paint there is somehow oddly sexy to me but I also totally get that it is far from everyone’s cup of tea

    Mollyxxx

  3. A chilling vision, which I can see would dampen your enthusiasm. Though good to know that your sexploits are powerful enough to wake the dead… 🙂

  4. Brrrr… that is something very scary you are describing. You know, I don’t think I’ve ever been in a cemetery at night and I don’t think I will ever go there after dark 😉

    Rebel xox