Love and Luck (Love Stories from the End of the World)
Jenny and Mark are survivors. As the world around them turns, one by one, into zombies, they had lasted longer than anyone they knew. However, in their need to stay alive other needs have gone unfulfilled: Such as their need for wild, kinky sex. When they find a safehouse, however, they put all fears away and find themselves tied up in making up for lost time! More
Watch out! This 4,000 word tale might be a love story, but it contains hot, wild, and kinky bondage sex!
Later that night they lay in bed, the first night they had spend in a bed in a long time. Weary and worn from their months of running, the moment they finished setting the traps and alarms they needed to alert them to trouble, they fell into the bed, arms filled with dried meat and canned food, and when their feast was done, they relaxed into silence. Jenny could not remember the last time she had her guard down, although she suspected it was before the news reports, before she saw her parents dead and friends turned. She suspected it was before Mark had her pack her things in a hiking bag and get on the back of his motorcycle, taking off for less populated areas.
“Do you ever feel like we're barely lovers anymore?” she questioned, turning to face him.
“If course we are. We kiss, we hold each other...”
“When was the last time we had sex?”
He frowned, “It's dangerous for us to do that. With only two of us, one needs to be on watch...”
“What about now? Nothing and no one is getting in here, and you didn't even seem to think that you could jump my bones.”
“Things are so different, Jen! It's something I've had to put out of my mind to keep from going crazy. Besides, what if you get pregnant?”
“There are things we can do to prevent that! God, Mark. Remember when we used never get enough of each other? I know times have changed, but don't tell me you didn't look at this bed post and think of all the fun we could have here? I did.”
He stood, his face grave as he rifled through a drawer, absently, “No. No, I can honestly say I didn't. Although,” he turned, looking wolfish in is grin, twisting a scarf between his hands, “you did give me a good idea.”
It was as though all the tension of the past months rushed out of them in that moment. Mark left the pile of scarves he had found in a drawer by the bed as he all but leaped onto his woman, holding her supple body tight and planting wild kisses along her face and neck, sucking on her lips and skin as she hungrily explored his muscles with her hands. Jenny could feel the desire coursing through her the moment he touched her, and she knew she was growing wet. She was so ready for this, to fall into some desperate dance, to make love and fuck as though the world were ending, since the world they once knew was already long gone.