Author: dailydosespace

RED KINGDOM | Erotic Story

**Halloween**

There is a fifth dimension, beyond all this known to man. It is a dimension as endless as space and as permanent as infinity. It is the valley between light and darkness, between fact and superstition and it lies between the crux of mans fears and the pinnacle of his knowledge. This is the realm of pure imagination, an endless expanse we call Halloween night.

A wolf’s howl cuts through the rhythmic, pulsing beat. The grinding mass of dancing bodies cocooned around me moves in a seduced trance. A roaming kaleidoscope of lights glistening off their damp skin. What a party, and it’s all mine. My little kingdom. Faces some familiar, some not, turn to me and smile as I pass. All contorting behind whatever mask they are wearing for the evening, a wave of witches, cheap spidermen, and one fuck-wit who just sharpied COSTUME across their white shirt. Round that out with about a million Harley Quins and groups dressed like Squid Games and you’ve got yourself Halloween 2021. Read more »

Blossoms [SEDUCE]

I bought the bouquet on impulse, as I walked through the underground labyrinth of halls and shops that surround my office building. The heavy aroma of life flourishing in winter, a scent captured and held richly thick in the stale dry air of the complex, caught my wandering attention and unconsciously drew my serious thoughts back toward home, evoking for me the woman who waited, anticipating my return. I imagined her smile, her warm needy embrace, and without realizing why my thoughts had taken such a romantic turn, I looked up to face the dozens of dark blossoming rosebuds.

“Hey, Mal, what’ll it be?” asked Cecilia. The small florist with her thick mane of colored hair and bright eyes had sold me ten thousand flowers during the past decade, arming me for courtships, engagement,marriage and now this.

“My love is like a red, red rose,” I recited. Burns is one of those poets who always seemed thin and reedy, yet forever popping off my tongue.

“Sure thing,” Cecilia said. “Dozen? Boxed, bundled or delivered?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “I want to hand her a bouquet, when I walk in the door.” Read more »

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Peggy Sanford and Friend

My name is Peggy Sanford. I love sex and have a healthy appetite of the good things in life, like orgasms, cocks, pussies, cocks and orgasms. Did I mention pussies and hard cocks? I have to admit I love it when males ejaculate in my pussy, my ass, on my body, but especially in my mouth. I do love the taste of a man. The wonderful taste and fragrance of an aroused woman is even better.

I know I’m slut. I just love sex.

Other people have posted stories in my name. Some have been extremely good and very close to home, but you must know that what they write is their fantasy and has nothing to do with my life at all. Ok Maybe a little, or actually quite a lot, but I did not write it. I might have told them, but you will never know.

I joined Literotica at age 46 in 2002, so you can calculate that after 13 years I am now in my late fifties. Read more »