The Disaster Diaries: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Apocalypse Read Free Page B

but I don’t think there will be any of that. I think you and I will just
be like we are here and on the phone. Just talk each other’s ears off.’ I
loaded up several websites on different internet tabs. They were all to do with
psychics and mediums posting prophecies and dreams. I checked these websites on
a regular basis. Every now and again I would find someone that saw the same
thing as I did, but they never had the same date, or they had their own
interpretation as to what it could all mean. I was still struggling to find
anyone that had the exact same dreams of me, which was weird considering the
world would end in five days.
    ‘I hope talking isn’t the only thing we will be
doing.’
    She smiled a naughty smile.
    ‘What do you have in mind?’
    I started reading the first website. It was a forum
that posted information on news stories, conspiracy theories and dreams by any
psychic in the world. I worked my way through the first few pages, just scanning
the forum post titles, but nothing seemed to jump out at me.
    ‘Well, I was hoping to start with a kiss. I think I
might have to kiss you as soon as we meet. We have talked about kissing so
much. I just can’t wait until that moment when my tongue is in your mouth and
your hands are on my body.’
    ‘I like the idea of my hands upon your body.’
    ‘I do, too.’ She sighed deeply. ‘I like the idea of
my hands on yours, but I like the idea of my mouth on your body even more.’
    ‘And where would your mouth go?’
    I closed down the second and third tab. Nothing
interesting was jumping out at me. It was the same old rubbish. These days
everyone seemed to be dreaming of the apocalypse, or some kind of giant event
that would change the world. Most of these people were so invested in
spirituality and religion that they couldn’t tell the difference from a normal
dream and a prophecy. People didn’t seem to have the same thing as me. I have
had nearly a hundred predictions happen. Nobody really believes me because I am
too shy to make a forum post about them. They might think I am mad, but once
the prediction happens it is too late to admit I dreamt that, as it’s easy to
say you predicted something after it has happened. It doesn’t matter. My dreams
are for my eyes only. I don’t know where they come from. I don’t know why I get
them, but I know they are important. The countdown has been happening for years.
These are the final days of planet earth.
    ‘Where would you want it to go?’ she asked me.
    I closed the final website and Isabella’s image
filled the screen again.
    I smiled a cheeky smile. ‘I have a few ideas.’
    ‘Do tell.’
    I shuffled in my seat. Something naughty was
happening between my thighs.
    ‘I would like your lips to work their way down my
body and... You know?’
    ‘I don’t know.’ She gave me a mock innocent
expression. ‘Say it.’
    ‘You want me to say it?’
    Her breathing had become slow and deep. ‘I do.’
    ‘I want your lips around my cock.’
    Isabella giggled like a naughty school girl. ‘Would
you make me suck it?’
    ‘Yes. I would want you to suck it nice and slow.’
    Hardness was setting in.
    ‘I would look up into your eyes, as I held you in my
mouth.’
    ‘I would love that,’ I told her.
    ‘I would, too. Would you moan for me?’
    ‘You wouldn’t be able to stop me from moaning.’
    ‘I like that. I like my man to moan loudly. I would
moan for you.’
    ‘You would?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘You would moan as I lick your pussy?’
    ‘You are so naughty, Logan.’
    ‘I’m going to be.’
    ‘Are you?’
    ‘Do you want me to be naughty?’
    ‘I always want you to be naughty,’ she said with a
smile. Isabella shuffled in her seat and reached down beneath her desk. She
held up a pair of white panties in front of the camera. She manoeuvred a bit
more and then held up a mini-skirt for me. ‘Are you hard?’
    ‘Yes.’
    What man wouldn’t be?
    This sexy woman was naked from the waist down.