Lovin’ in the Apocalypse Ch.06 [Apocalypse, romance, drama, teasing, fantasy cheating, loving wife, creampie]

Last time on Lovin’ in the Apocalypse!

Rachel and Tom’s first assignment begins in disaster. Separated by a herd of infected, the couple is forced to huddle with other people to survive. Both experienced more than simple survival and now have to deal with consequences. 

Will Tom and Rachel’s love remain strong after a big test or is this the final straw? Find out now! 

Chapter 6: Coming Clean

Cameron noticed the change in Kelsey’s mood almost immediately. The young woman was bubbly and apparently over the brooding silence she held lately. He was glad to see it but Cameron also noticed Tom. The man was nervous about something. He did not know the couple all that well but he saw Tom to be a pretty easy going guy who liked to joke around. Now, he seemed moody and a bit too quiet. Perhaps the close call rattled the man. Regardless, some part of him did not like the mood switch between Kelsey and Tom. 

[MF] the time I was a milf coworkers boy toy

This happened over 10 years ago. I was around 19-20 at the time. Worked in a big warehouse during the PM-AM shift. So not many other people around and plenty of “blind spots” in the warehouse.

Was working one night and I had to touch base with the people that came in during early AM hours. One of them was this smoking hot milf around 40. I had been eye fucking her for weeks ever since I saw her.

She was average height. Long blonde hair. Small C cup tits. Curvy thick ass. She was me milf fantasy come to life.

One day her and I had to go back to one of the empty areas for something. While back there we did the job we needed to do making small talk. Obvious sexual tension in the air. I had to get passed her so I gently put my hand on her back to let her know I was passing by. When I did she turned her head around at me giving me those “fuck me eyes”. I knew right then I was gonna fuck this woman.

The Baroness and the Bride- Part 2 [FFM] [Fantasy] [Soft Cuckold]

(Thanks to everyone who upvoted and updateme’d part 1! Love it hear from anyone who has feedback or just wants to say they liked it!)

Genevieve took one deep, steadying breath. Before she could speak, Thomas said “My Lady, forgive me, but what happened to Tylor?”

The baroness’s face went blank, and she turned away from them. She picked up the pitcher of wine and began to fill a cup. The bride and groom watched the muscles in her broad dusky back move as she poured.

“I ate him.” She said casually. When she turned around, Thomas and Genevieve had gone very still. She held out the cup of wine to the bride, but Geniveve did not take it. The baroness broke into a wicked smile. “Gods you two, I’m not a monster. He serves me here at the manor. He took the wagon to Silverport to get some things for me.”

Meeting a Cuck-Queen [exhibitionism] [F voyeur] [F to M oral]

We’d got chatting on a kink site. Similar tastes, she liked my writing, that type of thing. The chats were very polite, not distant but certainly not flirty either. It would happen in bursts here and there, we’d chat every couple of days for a week, then not for a few weeks, and then one day she invited me to coffee if I “was ever in the neighbourhood”. It didn’t happen right away but did happen. It was nice to meet her and chat in person. It was a little more flirty but nothing that suggested we’d ever meet up for sex.

And then one night, after she’d had a few wines, we got chatting on kik. Things escalated really quickly. She told me she loved my stories. She told me that she’d imagined things. I pressed her on what type of things and, to my surprise, what she described more voyeuristic than participatory. She described watching me with another woman in vivid detail. She’d clearly given it a lot of thought. It was very hot, and flattering, but I asked if she’d ever want to do those things with me directly.

Fresh Roses: Chapter 2 [MF][FF][Kissing][Blowjob][escort]

Welcome to the Sunday Story, *Fresh Roses: Chapter 2.* If you’re new to *Fresh Roses,* check out the reading guide in the comments to get started! Enjoy!

# Chapter 2: See you around, 800

Holly hated closing up the cafe. At least during the day she was physically surrounded by people. Now it was just an empty place with too many dishes and pastries on the verge of going bad. She’d gone to her boss many times to sign up for one of those services that comes and resells things you’re just going to throw out anyway, but she would always say it was ‘too much of a hassle’, so Holly ended up throwing them out and packing up a few to hand out or eat herself.

As she was sweeping by the register the door opened. “Sorry, we’re closed,” Holly said without looking up.

“Even for me, 800?” The voice said back. Holly turned so fast she bumped her knee against a cabinet. Em was there, walking in. Holly was happy she hadn’t locked the door yet. It was the same day she and Em had formally been introduced by Holly babbling in the elevator.

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 221-223) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.

## 221: Whack-A-Mole

“Wh-what?” Number Thirteen asked as he looked up to Thelicia with a dumbfounded look on his face. “Wait-GHLREGH—”

Number Thirteen’s eyeballs popped out violently with streams of blood while more blood poured out of his mouth along with broken pieces of his teeth from getting his head smashed in by a giant fist of the “walking double refrigerator”, Number Seven.

“BWAHAHA!!” the crowd laughed and cheered as the first volunteer fell sideways with his skull partially crushed in as if it had been struck by a sledgehammer, leaving The Cleaver stuck in the rocks with its handle pointing at ten o’clock.

“That one counts as not ‘standing’ anymore, right?” Number Seven asked rhetorically without displaying any emotion about killing a human being. He simply cracked his bloody knuckles and turned to the remaining four volunteers.

[M]y First time with a Korean woman.

Hey everybody I’ve been lurking here for a long time but finally decided to start sharing some of my stories. This one did get a bit longer than I expected but I hope you enjoy it!

At the time of this story I had just turned 21 and didn’t drink before that. I was fit but not very muscular, just toned. I was admittedly a virgin with my only experience being squeezing my high school girlfriends tits through her shirt a couple times with some heavy makeout sessions. I think it was obvious to my friends that I was as I never really contributed to any sort of sex talk. This is important for later.

A few friends and I were in Korea for a couple days for a port call and as many good port calls go we were drinking and bar hopping. For those who don’t know in Korea there are bars called “buy me a drink bars” where for an extra drink and a small fee you can get a woman to sit down, talk, and drink with you. As we were pretty buzzed we decided to try and find one to check it out. They are really easy to find as woman from inside will come out and try and drag you in to buy them a drink.

The Baroness and the Bride- Part 1 [FFM] [Fantasy] [NTR] [Cuckold]

Thomas Smith and Genevieve, daughter of Louis the Innkeeper, were married under the spreading oak tree on an early spring day just after the second plowing. The weather had held, bright and clear, until midway through Father Liam’s benediction. He had been in the middle of the sentence “Fruit of their loins-“when a tremendous clap of thunder drowned him out. A hammering rain followed a heartbeat later, and drove most of the attendees under any meager corner of shelter they could find. Most, but not all. Many eyes which had been fighting to stay open during the ceremony flashed open at the sight of the bride and her party dancing in the rain, their best dresses now soaked and clinging desperately to their sinuous bodies.

My first blowjob (or: I swallowed sperm at grandma’s) [FM]

I have known since my early sexual awakening that I love sucking cock, but my fantasy came true relatively late for someone so committed to the idea. I had no interest in the boys in my high school, so it was only in the summer before college that I swallowed my first load.

I still remember the first ever taste of precum in my mouth. The feel of a rope of cum hitting the inside of my cheek.

I was 18, he was 22, and family friends had introduced us. Now it dawns on me that they did so because we were nerdy social rejects in the same age group. I really doubt the older adults foresaw the amount of head that would be involved.

At that age, this older-but-socially-permissible peer impressed me. He knew the literary theorists discussing my favorite poets, he introduced me to films in art houses, he entertained me on Facebook chat every evening. I was his first girlfriend, too.

Most importantly, though, he knew two things: that I was not ready to let him break my hymen, and that I was a cumslut. He wanted to pop my cherry bad, but he was content with my other orifices when we had rare unsupervised time together.

My Little Sister accidently took a love pill and now she’s in love with me – Part 2 [INCEST]

Link to Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/tc9pfj/love_pill_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/tc9pfj/love_pill_part_1/)

**Love pill**

**Chapter 2**

Ava’s morning routine ran like clockwork.

She would wake up around half-past six, take a warm shower, then come out of her room, dressed in her school uniform with her hair damp.

It would be around seven by then and I would always be in the dining room, eating my usual breakfast of thick cut beef sausages and creamy scrambled eggs. My younger sister would head to the fridge, with Instagram in one hand, and take out her overnight oats that she had made the night prior.

She would chop up a banana and sprinkle some mixed berries into her cold oats, all the while fixated on her phone, before taking her seat right opposite me. Usually, our eldest sister, Lucia, would sit there, but Ava liked to take that spot if she wasn’t home.

We would never make conversation, the only sounds in the dining room coming from her phone speakers, and sometimes when she hummed a pop tune.

But on that day, the dining room was silent as we ate our meals. The insane idea that maybe the pill had magically worked and my little sister would love me again hovered at the surface of my thoughts.