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Zombie Love Feast excerpt (not horror)
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Zombie Love Feast excerpt (not horror) Zombie Love Feast was the biggest undead rock band that had ever existed, easily beating out the likes of Taylor Swift and the Jonas Brothers. Their songs were a mix of creepy church organ music and morbid lyrics about being undead. Whenever Jim heard their music he felt like it was draining his life force with every dreary note. Jim had enough trouble keeping his head above water with his depression, he didn't need listen their dark music and feel even more depressed, so he would change the station. It wasn't easy avoid them, as every radio station seemed their stuff, even the country music stations. Vanessa Cortez, the lead singer, was very sexy, even if she was a zombie, and people around the world lusted after her. In the right light and angle you couldn't even tell she was a zombie. She had gotten the antidote before she had totally transformed into a zombie, saving her life and launching her music career into the stratosphere. Jim would never willingly admit that one night he had masturbated as he watched a music video that featured a nearly naked Vanessa and a dozen "virgin" men and women fucking in an orgy. He'd been channel flipping and paused on MTV, which still occasionally played videos. It was a special zombie music hour being played after midnight and he'd never heard this song before. It felt a bit morbid being turned on by the undead but there was no denying that his dick was straining against his pants and he felt compelled to do something about it. Her voice was intoxicating and hypnotic. His hands seemed to move on their own. He remembered his long lean fingers unzipped his jeans, and he slid his thick 9-inch cock out through the hole. Jim had never done that before, he was always naked when he masturbated or fucked, but he just needed to have access to his coc It was harder than he'd ever been before and already oozing precum. Jim wrapped his fingers around the shaft, slowly gliding them up and down the beat of the music. His eyes glazed over and his head rolled the side so he could keep watching but he was no longer in control of his body. A snake appeared at the base of a phallic shaped pole next Cortez. She motioned towards it and the snake slithered up the pole, tightening around it. His fingers followed along, tightening around his cock almost in a vice grip. He could feel his blood pulsing hard in his veins as it rushed to fill his coc As the music sped up, so did his fingers. He was holding his cock so tight that it was difficult move his fingers but he couldn't stop. The need to come rose and his breathing was ragged as he got closer and closer to the edge. The song suddenly stopped and Jim groaned loudly as his fingers loosened their grip and stopped moving. His body was tense with sexual energy and he was frustrated at having been edged then given no release. The music started again at a slow lazy beat. His hand started moving on his coc She was playing with his cock like it was a finely tuned instrument. The tip was red and sore from his tight grip but he couldn't stop as her voice and the music controlled his movements. It didn't take him long to get to the edge and she held him there for what seemed like days, keeping him from the one thing he needed more than anything else. The music quickly built to the peak again, the people on the screen were in a frenzy as they touched, kissed and fucked each other. It was a symphony of grunts and groans, including his own, and his breathing became ragged again. He was gasping for breath as his body tensed and edged ever closer to the point of no return. The song reached a crescendo and suddenly they were given their release. The chorus of people climaxing was unlike anything he'd ever heard before. It was raw and guttural, reducing everyone to their animalistic core. His body was shaking uncontrollably as the sexual tension was released. The come exploded from the tip of his dick, stronger than he'd ever come before. It landed on his face, coating his nose and cheeks in stickiness, then down his face and shirt as the last drops of his essence were drained from him as the song continued to play and his hand still moved on his coc The song ended and he collapsed against the chair, passing out from exhaustion following the intense sexual workout. It was still dark when he woke up. Jim was glad he lived alone as he had passed out with his cock still in his hand and come all over his face. He got up and went the bathroom. He washed the come off his face then threw the shirt into the trash, not wanting to keep a reminder of her control over him. Jim was angry at his inability to not be able to resist her siren song and he refused to give her that kind of control over him again, going as far as to block all music stations on his TV and only listening to a CD filled with music he chose. It worked perfectly until the day they met face-to-face. |
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4/26/2020 9:12 am |
I tripped over this snippet of the story on one of my other adult accounts and decided to re-write it and make it a bit more than it was before. I have to find the full story and see where I was with it. It could be a fun project to work on.
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