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Zombies Anonymous by Shyla Colt

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Hi, my name is Cezelia, and I’m a Zombie.

Laid low by an addiction to black magic, the ex-zombie once enslaved by a Hoodoo Priestess turns to Zombies Anonymous for help. The second she lays eyes on the tall, pale Traditional, her body comes back to life. After years of feeling nothing, she’s alive and insatiable. Can this inspiring man help her kick the habit for good?

Bitten more years ago than he cares to remember, Martine must keep a tight rein on his urges, his life reduced to a strict diet in order to do so.  Then Cezelia walks into the place he considers his sanctuary and reminds him he’s still very much a man. The passion between them could burn down a forest, and the hardest part about figuring out why is keeping their hands to themselves long enough to do it.
 

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The impromptu make out session in the alley frayed my nerves. I was ready to bend Cezelia over and fuck her in front of everybody in the group. Like a powder keg ready to blow, I jumped up from my seat when the clock struck nine, said my goodbyes with lighting fast speed, and quickly guided Cezelia from the building toward my car by her elbow.

“Eager?”

“If I’m not inside of you in the next five minutes, I’m going to come in my pants. You wouldn’t want me to embarrass myself, would you?”

“It’s a good thing you can’t reproduce because I don’t have protection.”

“The benefits of being undead.”

She laughed as we reached my black SUV, and I hit the alarm.

“I promise we’ll look into this thing between us, but right now…” She grabbed my collar and pulled me close, planting a blistering kiss on my lips. “Shut up and fuck me, zombie boy.”

I opened the door and we fell into the back seat in a tangle of limbs. I yanked up her skirt and hissed as heat rolled off her in waves that scorched my skin. Since I caught the virus I’d been cool to the touch, similar to a vampire. I craved the warmth she had in spades. As I rubbed her through her silky red knickers, a fresh gush of liquid soaked through onto my fingertips.

“Damn, you’re so wet.” I slipped a finger inside the side of her panties and into her slick entrance. Her walls clenched me tight. “Fuck, you’re so tight Zelia. I can’t wait to feel your cunt wrapped around me.”

“Less talking, more action.” She moaned.

“Eager aren’t you?”

“It’s been a long time.”

“How long?”

A moment passed before she answered.

“Four years. I thought my libido was broken until tonight. It happens sometimes after being under the influence of someone for such an extended period of time.”

“Damn, then I’m like your first.” The thought made my dick hard. “I can’t wait to pop your cherry,” I teased as I circled my finger inside her, exploring her walls.

“I have to make sure you’re ready for me, so open those legs wider.”

She purred as her thighs parted, her feminine musk tickling my nose and heightening my arousal.

“You like that?”

“Yes.” Her voice was husky, her eyes half lidded.

“Then move for me, pretty girl. Fuck my fingers with that delectable pussy of yours.”

Her blue eyes dilated, and her full pink lips parted as she drove her hips up to meet my hand. Tipping her pelvis up, she ground down on my fingers.

“Oh, Martine.” Her voice was shaky, as her muscles twitched, contracting and gripping my fingers tightly. She was beautiful as she strained up against me to seek her pleasure. She deserved more than a quick fuck in a car. Images of her beautiful brown skin splayed against my white sheets flashed through my mind, becoming an obsession. I curled my fingers and she cried out, jerked and digging her fingers into my forearms. I reached down between us, thrumming her clit like a guitar, while listening to the music she made as she came apart. Her body seized. Sticky wetness flowed across my fingers and I bent down, capturing her lips with mine, drinking the passion directly from her lips.

She peered up at me with glassy eyes.

“I want to take you for the first time in my bed. Will you come with me?”

 A bashful expression crossed her face. “You want me to come to your house?”

“Oh yes. We’re nowhere near finished and I want more than a one night stand. This is the most alive I’ve felt since the virus. I’m not sure what’s between us, but I plan on fighting to keep it, if that’s okay with you?”

“Very Okay.”

“Good.”

I freed my fingers, popping them in my mouth, and groaned. She was a rich, bittersweet dessert I wanted to sample more of. “You’re exquisite,” I said as I smoothed down her skirt and helped her sit up, anticipation slithering in my belly like a hungry snake.

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