The Libido Virus: Drought

By Quixerotic

Months have passed since the virus turned most of the world into porn star sex addicts. A small group of survivors continue to face simple challenges like finding enough water. The infected remain an obstacle, too, setting a trap for the thirsty...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Quixerotic
• Release date: Feb 3, 2022
• ISBN: 9780463777411

Quixerotic

I have always enjoyed a particular type of erotica, stories where lust and carnal desire overwhelm reason, driving away the trappings of the real world as ecstatic fantasy takes over. My writing strives to tell such stories in rich worlds of dark fantasy, far flung science fiction, or apocalyptic inevitability, finding the kinky fun under every rock or at the end of every winding corridor.

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The Libido Virus: Drought

by Quixerotic

The creature’s eyes were shut, but everything else about her posture was tensed. Her mouth stretched open with her tongue sticking out. Her hands held up her tits, thumbs poised over the nipples. It was as if she’d been in the middle of sucking cock when something froze her.

Charlie laid on the floor in the upstairs of the farmhouse. He tried the bed for a while each night, but the mattress only made the heat worse. The old wood floors didn’t do much for comfort, but they didn’t trap heat either. Besides, two months in the camp outside of St. Louis accustomed him to sleeping on the ground.

He didn’t mind not sleeping. When he did drift off, it lasted an hour or two before he jolted back to reality in a pool of sweat. Calling the dreams nightmares seemed like a courtesy to keep himself sane. Dreaming of gorgeous women writhing on top of one another wouldn’t have been considered a nightmare until the world went to shit. Now the gorgeous vixens haunted his waking and sleeping thoughts, creating a nagging urge to find one and give himself over.

Charlie and his crew of three skipped town before St. Louis was overrun. He didn’t know why, but something in the air told him to move on. Too many people in one spot, for one thing. Before the bimbos, he’d been living in southern Indiana. When shit hit the fan, he followed the crowd to the quarantine camps, hopping from one to the next over three months. He guessed he picked up a knack for sensing things about to go south somewhere along the way. He and the others left the camp two days before it was overrun. Some other