My name is Rosalita, but my friends all call me Rosa for short. That and because of my typically red hair. Well, that’s putting it a bit too simply. My hair does this weird thing where it changes colors based on my mood, or most prominent emotion. It’s usually no biggie, since I’ve learned to adapt and keep joy at the forefront, and wear shimmering waves of red atop my head… most of the time.
My other features are fairly standard, hazel eyes behind wireframe glasses, honeyed skin (that some of my girlfriends say they would kill for), full lips, broad shoulders, chest supporting a supple pair of c-cup breasts, a midriff with just a hint of muscle tone and rarely any clothing over it, and hips popping back out to complete my still developing hourglass form. My legs extend down a bit lengthy for my taste, but we all have our insecurities. That all rounds out my 5’4″ self. I try to consider myself your typical early twenties girl, just stuck with hair trying to tell the world what I’m feeling.
I have a part-time job, share an apartment with two other girls, Amanda and Kylie (not burdened with color changing hair – unless they dye it on purpose), and attend college. I have normal, human parents, didn’t grow up next to any kind of radioactive dump site, no meteorite impacts in my past, no alien abductions as far as I know. Just for whatever reason, the universe or some greater power decided I should have hair that reflects my emotions. And yes, if you must know, the carpet matches the drapes – when the carpet isn’t clean shaven anyway.
I’ve tried dyeing my hair, but it always shines through, and hats just seem to turn colors along with my hair for some reason. There is really no way around it, so I try my hardest to be happy in public so only people closest to me know about my ‘condition.’ Not that I think it would freak too many people out, I just get tired of explaining the same thing over and over again.
Today is one of those rare days where I find myself free of responsibilities. No work, on a break from school, and Amanda had her boyfriend over last night so the apartment is pretty clean. Days like these I like to draw a warm bath and soak up some bubbles getting lost in a book.
I let the bubbles fill the tub, the water hitting the perfect temperature, and my bathrobe drops to my feet. I put one foot in, then another, and sink down into the suds, steadying my descent by gripping either side of our large tub. I lean back, my long hair floating around me changing to a deep blue as my body relaxes. Bright orange highlights form reflecting my annoyance as I realize my book is still in my room. I could leave the warmth of the tub and go get it, or I could listen to a podcast. But that would run the risk of disturbing one of my roommates through our thin walls… If I go get my book I’ll have to dry off, or put my robe on sopping wet, a true first world delima. I could wander through the halls to my room naked, I contemplate, blonde roots taking hold in my head at the naughty thought. The risk of getting caught excites me, but with both of my roommates known to sleep well past 10 in the morning, it was doubtful.
I climb out of the tub, the blonde extending further throughout my long hair, and walk to the door of the bathroom. I’m shivering with a mixture of cold and anticipation as I turn the handle and open the wooden obstruction, and take my first steps into the shared space of our apartment completely naked, dripping wet. My hair clings to my back, ending just above where it begins to curve into my butt. Icy blue streaks can barely be made out in the blonde locks emerging from my scalp. I make it to my room unhindered, retrieve my book, and walk back to the bathroom, thinking how easy it is to just ‘be’ in this apartment. As I get back to the threshold of the bathroom, Amanda’s boyfriend Eric emerges. His eyes widen as he sees me in all my naked glory, and he freezes in place, unsure of his next move.
He had curly hair on top, shaved to a fade on the back of his head. It was more unruly than usual this morning, due in part from just getting out of bed, and possibly also to the wild activities he’d had the night (and early morning) before with his girlfriend. His typically kind, green eyes continued working their way around my body, going from breasts to hair, to legs, to hair, to hips, back to my soaking hair. I always admired his physique, hard muscled build, and it was on full display before me as it blocked my entry to the bathroom. His arms were tensing with nerves, making his biceps flex, the pectorals on his chest bulged in a way you’d expect to find only on action movie stars, with abs to match. The briefs he was wearing this morning were clinging to his tight thighs, the hardening shaft clearly visible against his leg under the thin fabric. “Well done, Amanda,” I admired to myself, congratulating my roommate on her studly choice in men. He clears his throat, trying to at least break the silence, and maybe ease the tension.
“Oh, sorry for the wetness, I was taking a bath and forgot my book, didn’t think I’d be disturbing anyone if I snuck back to my room…” I tried explaining lamely, and a bit too fast.
“Is that the only reason you’re wet?” He replies, an eyebrow arched.
I look away, blushing deeply, my arousal building even further – along with my embarrassment (if that were possible). I get a glimpse of my hair cascading wetly over my shoulder, flowing gracefully around my left breast. It’s a deep blond, with small grey highlights, slight pink tips at my ends.
Only a few people know what most of my hair colors mean, even fewer know what they ALL mean, and they’ve been sworn to secrecy under pain of death. Those few souls seem to take their oaths seriously, because my deepest secrets haven’t seem to come out, yet. As you may have guessed, my hair will show two, possibly three emotions at a time, the strongest as a base color, next most prevalent as highlights, and if the third is strong enough then it can tip the ends of my hair. The deeper a color is, the stronger the emotion, or mood.
Red=happy/excitement
Blue=relaxed or content
Grey=embarrassment or shame
Black=anger
Purple=illness
White=sadness/pain
Green=jealous (actually makes sense with that one)
Brown=confusion
Pink=need (hunger, thirst, pay raise, etc.)
Blonde=arousal
Ordinary people in my situation would have no problem hiding the dripping wetness coming from between her legs as just other water from the bath. But of course, my stupid hair has to go and rat me out!
“Umm,” I start, a bit lamely. “Just really want to get back into my bath, and am a bit annoyed at the obstacle?” Hoping the explanation that not even I would buy on my drunkest night would do the trick, he takes a step forward, clearing the gap between us in one motion.
“It’s ok,” he whispers into my ear. “She told me your little secret. About the blonde part.” He raises a hand and brushes the hair away from my dripping breast, grazing my hardened nipple as it went by. As his hand guides the rest of my wicked hair to my back he continues, “And the pink.”
With that I lunge up at him, eliminating the remaining inches between our mouths and kiss him warmly. His tongue slithers its way into my mouth, sliding gracefully around mine as I press my hand against the hardened rod under his briefs. We find our way back into the bathroom and lock the door behind us.
Steam clouds the mirror, and warms my skin as we pull into the bathroom, our kiss deepening behind closed doors. I push his briefs down feebly, straining against our height difference. I’m having to stand high on my toes to lock lips with this 6’2″ hunk of meat groping at me, desires and aching need consuming me. I just want to take a small break, when I say need, I don’t mean, “needed my morning latte,” or “needed to finish that last fry.” It’s an irresistible urge controlling me, so need like, “I wanted to break my breath holding record, but I needed air,” or “I really need this cock inside me.” That matched with the betrayal I was feeling from Amanda, there wasn’t much stopping me in this moment of passion.
I break our kiss, sucking his tongue lustily as it leaves my mouth. He grips my breast tighter and presses his hand behind my neck to guide me back into our wet kiss, but I drop down shaking out of his hands. I slide his briefs the rest of the way down, allowing his cock to spring free of it’s confinement. It bounces in front of my face, fully erect as it stands at attention inches away from my dropping jaw… The length is impressive enough, but the mushroom head protruding at it’s top causes my hair to grow a bit more pink, mixing erotically with the deep blonde. All grey has faded, my only drives in this moment arousal and need. I wrap my hand around his member at the base, feeling it throb. My other hand caresses his outer thigh, using my nails to lightly scratch as it glides down. The hand at his impressive erection pulls forward, barely being able to wrap fully around it’s girth. As my hand came forward I lifted his manhood, getting a view of it’s underside. The urethra bulged like a thick vein running from his weighty balls, disappearing into the spongy head. Lightly pulsating veins bumped against the progress of my hand as it slid back down his shaft, angling it down to examine the top. One large vein mirrored his urethra on the top, my legs shaking slightly as I watched my hand move along it.
I sat on my heels, knees and toes on the still wet bathroom tile as I pointed the full erection directly at my face. “It must be 10 inches of solid meat,” I think, licking my lips as I lean forward opening my watery mouth. My tongue lulls out to greet the approaching head, which throbs again as I make contact. He still smells of sex from his previous encounter, and I can taste my roommate and a familiar saltiness as my tongue glides around his large cock head, wrapping around and swirling into the groove connecting it to the rest of his delicious shaft. His manhood throbs again as the head slips fully into my mouth, my tongue expertly dancing over every nerve ending that can make a man’s toes curl.
The hand I have on his cock pumps slowly up and down it’s length as my other takes a handful of ass, pulling him closer to me. I bob my head around enjoying the flavors in my mouth, letting the suction, tongue action, and hand motions do most of the work before deciding to slide further down. It hits the back of my throat, unable to progress any deeper. I place both hands on his ass, reangle my head a little, and feel his hands at my head as more pressure is applied. The cock surges forward with a faint pop, and I moan forcefully around my stuffed throat. An orgasm begins to build, emanating from between my legs as the bulbous head leads the thick shaft steadily down my throat. My hands slide down his thighs absently, his fingers tangling in my hair as he forces himself down. He bottoms out, his dual kiwi sized testicles resting on my chin, my nose buried in the stubble at his pelvis. My body convulses slightly, my orgasm building, reaching frustratingly close but refusing to arrive. He moves his hands to either side of my head and pulls a few inches of himself out of my drooling mouth, then surges forward again, his balls slapping my chin. He repeats this action a few more times, then grinds my head into his hips, his manhood as fully buried in my distended throat as it’ll go. My hands go to his abs as he begins throat fucking me, sending me finally into my orgasm. The tiles get more wet as my body spasms, almost unnoticeably to the man using me for his pleasure. My legs shake and slide on the wet tile and I lose my balance, falling to the floor. Eric’s cock slides up my throat, popping free from my mouth, and floats over my spasming body, slick with my saliva. He looks over me with a sly smirk, and says, “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself, but are still in need. Which hole should we focus on next?”
My head rests against the tile, knocking lightly against the shelves lining under the counter as my body continues spasming under the effects of orgasm. I slide a shaky hand up the cabinets while my climax subsides, fixing my eyes on the slick cock over me hungrily. “I know just where to pierce you now,” he says provocatively, watching me climb back to my feet, using the marbled countertop by our sink behind me for support. He strides over pushing me onto the counter, slick with condensation. My shoulder blades push against the mirror which spans the entire wall, meeting the counter at its base.
“I’ve seen your hair when you go out on ‘girls night’ with Amanda and Kylie,” he chides, positioning himself between my legs with a fistfull of my forcefully grasped in one hand, the other holding my waist. “Are all three of you out for cock, or just you?” He pushes against me, that mushroom head of his pressing agonizingly good against my eager opening – spread apart gently with my open legs. It slides up my pussy lips, teasing my labia and grinds his whole length along my aching clit as our groins meet. My body reacted to each veiny bump of his cock as it slid across. He pulled back, gliding along my trembling body. He lines up at my parted lips, “Do you influence them when you’re all out ‘having fun’?” and pushes forward, guiding his progress this time as the impressive width spreads my steaming hole. His inches fill into me, taking my breath away as he buries himself completely inside in one thrust. “Have you gotten any other men inside Amanda?!” His voice has gotten louder as he interrogates me in my shared bathroom, but all he gets for an answer is a slight whimper, followed by a moan as he begins fucking me against the mirror, holding my legs against himself tightly as he thrusts in and out with wreckless abandon. My body is still trying to conform to the girthy intrusion as it slides in deeply, then retracts almost fully, the head being held tightly at my entrance as my pussy seemingly refuses to allow it to leave. “How many times have you had her in your bed, just together or with another man?” he continues questioning me, his jealousy and delusions controlling his judgement.
He pulls me off the counter, pulling out and turns me around. I sigh a bit disheartenedly at the sudden emptiness, but with a too firm hand on my ass he plunges back into my dripping pink center, sinking all the way in. His motions are hard as he surges forward, making my tits bounce with each thrust. He pulls back slowly, as though savoring the tight feel of my pussy gripping his cock, especially as it massages his thick head. He wraps an arm around my waist, guiding his fingers between my shaking legs. As he begins rubbing my clit he whispers, “How many men have filled you with their cum?” into my ear, biting my earlobe. My climax strikes suddenly, a leg kicking back wrapping around one of his. My inner walls constrict around his length, juices rushing out of me. His balls slap against me wetly as my orgasm drenched him, and his hand slaps my ass again. I cry out in ecstasy smearing my hand across the reflective glass. I can see his face contorted slightly as his member grows noticeably before releasing it’s first hot rope of cum deep into my contracting wetness. He pulls back a few inches then slams forward again as his cock spurts another potent rope of his seed, painting the pulsing opening of my womb with his hormones. He thrusts hard again, forcing himself as deep into my quivering folds as I’ll take him, and holds himself there pressing me against his pelvis, grinding softly. My own spasming interior works to milk every last drop from his throbbing meat.
I catch my reflection in a cleared part of the mirror, the blonde and pink still present in my hair, but new black lowlights decorating the drying strands. Pink has become the dominant color, with an inch of blonde at the end. I can’t believe Amanda would betray my trust, to her meathead boyfriend! Why would he think I’d try to get her to cheat on him?! Does he really think I’d have sex with her?! …not that I hadn’t thought about it in a wayward fantasy here and there, but still! Does he really think so low of me? He starts sliding out of me, a bit of regret in his reflected face. Does he really think we’re done now?
His manhood escapes from my pussy, one small glob of our juicy mixture leaking out. The rest remains warmly inside as I turn on him, fury clear in my eyes if he couldn’t read it throughout my cascading hair. “I’m so sorry, Rosa. I didn’t-,” he tries. “You really think so low of me? Of us?!” He continues retreating, backing up to the still full tub, now devoid of bubbles. His erection shrinks, it’s job done as I reach a hand out and grasp it firmly. “You think we’re done here? You just used me, now it’s my turn.”
I push him against the side of the tub causing him to lose a bit of balance. He sits on its lip, flailing a bit to regain a bit of balance. I kneel in front of him and suck his semi erect penis into my mouth. Our combined juices flow down my throat as his cock slides easily into me, growing slowly with each swirl of my tongue. I suck the remains of his previous load from his cock as I let it flop out of my mouth, now mostly back to its former glory and prepare to mount him on the side of the tub. I push one of his legs into the water, my foot following suit. The water has cooled considerably, so I reach over to allow hot water to flow into the tub as I use my other hand to guide him into my well used pussy. He sucks at one of my dangling breasts, his lips clamped around it’s hard nipple as I turn the knob letting water flow. More noise masks my moan when the running water splashes into the pool below, inches of thickness filling me once more.
He used his hands behind himself to be stabilized on the tub, and possibly to just let me have control of this round. A way to try to make amends perhaps? I sunk myself all the way to the base, grinding my hips from side to side at the fullness. He brought a hand to my hip, and I pulled up several inches, then dropped back down onto his lap. He moaned back into me, his sound vibrating into my breast. With one hand holding his neck, the other his abs, I rode his hot cock up and down on the side of the tub feeling another orgasm build. His mouth released from my sore nipple, and he moved to the other, licking it. One hand groped the previous breast lightly, much more tenderly than our previous encounter. I push my hands against his muscled chest as my orgasm arrives, digging my nails roughly into his flesh. My legs tremble uselessly at the wall of the tub, unable to push myself up as my climax consumes me. My back arches, breasts heaving in Eric’s face as my breath quickens through the pleasure. He places both hands on my ass, shifting my weight on top of him guiding himself in and out again. He sucks at the breast in his face as we rock back and forth. My moans are (hopefully) drowned out by the flowing water.
We slip into the warming tub while my orgasm continues coursing through my body.
The water sloshed around us as we plunged in, the level rising over the side pouring out and onto the tile below. The sudden warmth soothed my skin wonderfully causing my open mouth to curve slightly into a smile. He sits under me, leaning back slightly with my legs folded together at his sides under the water. The steaming water comes up to his pecs, and sloshes just under my swaying breasts as I place one hand on his shoulder and rise up his length. I reach over his head and turn off the hot water still pouring into the bath next to him. The water continues raining down onto the tile outside the tub as I come back down onto his submerged lap with a satisfied sigh. Warm waves hit my bobbing chest, restoring the wet shine to my skin. My hair floats around my body, swirling colors of pink, blonde, and black. His hands find their positions on my breasts and squeeze softly. He pulls one to his mouth and licks the nipple roughly, eliciting another moan from me as I continue up and down his shaft. His hips start shifting up with each of my downward motions. Before long I feel another orgasm building. My laboured breathing clues him into my situation. He starts fucking into me harder, squeezing and stimulating my nipples with a faster rhythm. He thrusts up hard, lifting us both out of the water a little, and rolls us over.
My legs wrap around his back, just above his ass. I put my weight on my elbows at the bottom of the tub, keeping my head above the crashing waves of the tub. He holds my ass in his hands, and uses his strong arms to lift me into his thrusting hips as he dives down. Water splashes into my face with the sudden movement. Our speed increases with each pelvic impact, every time his shaft drills fully into me driving me closer to my aching release. His hands pull me up to him, locking our hips together. His throbbing probe fully pressed into me delivers a hard pulse, unleashing another jet of seed within my depths. Feeling his second orgasm triggers another of my own climaxes, my legs tightening around him. His cock is stuck firmly inside my quivering walls as they constrict around it again, all the while expelling another load of semen.
I somehow manage to keep my head above water throughout the full body orgasm as it ripples from my throbbing pussy through my quivering legs wrapped around the man between them, down to my curled toes. It radiates up my convulsing stomach, and the spasms at my chest cause my submerged breasts to dance wildly. My arms flail slightly, but stay anchored under my trembling body throughout the last orgasm. As I come down, the hair floating around my body has lost all shades of pink, blonde still somewhat visible near the ends. Blue dominates the flowing trails in the tub, but black lowlights are still clearly evident as Eric pulls himself out of me.
He rises and climbs out of the tub, angry eyes on a satisfied face watching his every move. Water drips from him as he backs away, reaching for a towel, and his discarded briefs. “I’m sorry, we’ll talk later?” he tries, still a bit lamely. I just stare, mostly submerged in the tub, legs parted underwater, elbows still supporting me from behind. He turns and opens the door with a ‘click’ as the lock disengages. When it opens I can see Amanda and Kylie standing on the other side. I try to sink down further into the tub, blue hair shifting to grey. Where did my relaxing morning go? “What the fuck?!” Amanda is the first to break the silence. Kylie can only stand in shock at the scene before her as Eric tries an explanation of stumbling onto the bathroom, slipping on spilled water, and falling into the tub? Not sure anyone at any level of drunk would believe that, but I certainly hoped so. Amanda looked past Eric at me in the tub, hoping for a good, not heartbreaking explanation to why her boyfriend would be drenched with me in the tub, and I couldn’t help but wonder how long they’ve been standing outside the door. Or how much they could have heard from their own rooms. Might as well skip to the truth, it’s what she deserves. After all, she was so honest in telling Eric all about my special hair colors, and it’s control over me.
That conversation did not go well. Awkward enough to be having it while sitting naked in a bathtub, but moreso when a naked man I’ve just had sex with twice tries interjecting his version of the “truth.” From accusations of trust violations, to sexual assault, possible rape, cheating, betrayal, the occasional “I hate you,” and more than one person storming out of the bathroom, the tub was back to room temperature before I climbed out. Eric was long gone, his relationship with my soon to be former roommate over. My name was on the lease, so Amanda was busy packing her things without even trying a coup with Kylie. Kylie was just in her room, trying to process what the fuck even happened, and who’s side she should be on.
Getting back to my room, dried off, and dressed I had several notifications and messages. Far more than normal for just a few hours. Looking through, the first one was Eric tagging me. He made a post on Facebook about my changing hair color, and what each one means. “Look alive boyz, blonde means she wants tha D, pink means she’s all yours! Best fuck I’ve ever had!” He also posted similar things to twitter, Instagram, and LinkedIn? Career prospects, goodbye. Awesome. So many messages, so many dick pics. Guys asking if my hair was the right color, if I was on my way, how bad I needed it, things to really make me want to check my phone at every ‘ding.’
Can’t wait to leave my apartment again, maybe I can be a hermit? I wonder if the manager at the hotel I work at would mind me working remotely somehow. Online classes are totally a thing, so school is already covered. I fall face down onto my bed white hair draping over my arms. Grey highlights decorate my long locks, and a solid black line covers each end. “It would look cool if it were intentional. Maybe I should get a haircut…” I think, and try to contemplate life in a world where everyone knows how to manipulate my desires, and actions.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/grzp6h/enchanted_hair