(MM) A Change of Colours Pt. VII

This has become quite the journey for me. Let me say that critique and input as well as compliments are always appreciated

Had it not been for the flight, a good nap and all the stress of arriving in a foreign country I would have been stuck horny for the rest of the day but when I finally fell into the bed of the rented safari tent I was just exhausted. After arriving in Spain, travelling to the camp sight, cleaning everything left out by the cleaning lady and also everything clean looking just for safety I was spent. Finn looked at his wrist watch. “Damn it’s already seven. How about we take a quick nap and go out to the beach cafe for a late dinner.” In lieu of an answer I spread my arms. Laughing he dove into my hug and after some gentle kissing and making ourself comfortable we dozed off.

The Memories we Keep #3- to be hair, or bare

A short vignette… one of the experiences I’ve had that sticks with me, replays in my imagination, and is like the first chapter in a choose-your-own adventure.

To begin, i object to the “hair wars-” that is, the irrelevant debate (particularly among men) about bushy vs trimmed vs bare. Because *like so many other things,* how a woman chooses to keep herself groomed is her choice, and nobody else’s opinion is relevant. Sure, some dudes might express a preference one way or another, but they’re just limiting themselves.

Then there are women like Jenny. She’s an articulate, successful, self-made business woman whom I dated some time ago. And she had a delightful little secret.

Jenny is gorgeous in the completely anti-magazine way… shortish, curly brown hair, a prominent aqualine nose, eyes that shined mischief and a quick, easy laugh. She was fit and strong with gorgeous olive skin, but had a cute, poochy little belly that always hung a little bit above her panties or bikini, and smallish breasts, but with a district little sag and a hint of banana shape. Her legs were gorgeously built from cycling, hiking, and climbing.

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My sexy sister in law part 10

It was Noon, and Kittie had just heard from Kevin, he was coming home today, and his flight would land at 8 PM.

“Now that we know he’s coming back, let’s hit the sheets, and do something special!”

Once naked and in the bedroom, Kittie told me what she wanted.

“Remember a few nights ago, when I felt like a bad girl, and Kevin knew what to do? Well, I’m feeling like that bad girl again, you have seen how to handle it, do it!”

She opened the drawer where all the fun things were kept, and in short order, she was placed on the bed on her elbows and knees. I had her wrists cuffed together with a set of leather-wrapped fleece-lined cuffs, stretched above her head, and a clip at the top of the chain was attached to one of the brass rails of the headboard.

Her eyes were full of lust as she opened her mouth willingly, and I placed the red ballgag between her lips and fastened it shut. She looked at me, I could see the feral look of lust on her face, seeing her full lips ovaled around the gag made my cock throb.

I’ve decided, I prefer NOT to cum 🤷🏽‍♂️

I’ve been married to my beautiful wife for 13 years now, and we’ve had our ups and downs in every aspect of our lives including the bedroom. But the great thing is, we’ve continued to grow and evolve and learn about how to please each other and what we need for ourselves.

One of the issues we had from the beginning was dealing with my size as I’m quite large, and she’s quite small down there. With a lot of patience and love we’ve discovered what worked for us.

However a couple of key things changed in that I now practice semen retention and have done so for the last couple of years (game changer in so many areas of my life, not just the bedroom), and we’ve stumbled upon the joys of deliberate and purposeful foreplay.

First discovered it’s use when I started using a vibrating cock ring to help her with my thickness and it really did help bring more pleasure for her.

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New Year, New Me

Daniel sighed as the van bumped along the ill-maintained road. Would it kill whatever passed for a city council to shell out some money to fix the streets? Having his caretaker dodge all the potholes threatened to put him in an even worse condition than he was already in. Though what could be worse than being paralyzed from the neck down, he struggled to imagine. If he thought about it long enough, he pondered if death might perhaps be an improvement over a life sentence trapped in a body he could not control. Nope, he thought to himself as he shook the intrusive musings from his mind. Tonight was the night to party. 

At long last, he and June arrived at the bar. He’d never been to a bar. Most caretakers were a little iffy on giving their clients alcohol. Even fewer were willing to drive his van. Nursing agencies had too many restrictions. His own body was enough of a restriction. He didn’t need some company telling him how much of the human experience he was allowed to have. That all changed with June. Daniel had gone through several agencies and assisted living programs in his pursuit of independence over the past several years. Most people struck out on their own at 18, but he had to spend his mid-20’s just trying to find a way to get out of the house. He was on a ventilator and couldn’t go without someone watching him every five minutes. It took him ages to not only find someone who would be his live-in caretaker, but also give him the freedom to be his own person. June was an angel from above and she had no idea. 

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Absent Husband

Danielle could feel the vodka hitting her brain as she took another sip of her drink. She wouldn’t typically overdo it while she’s out and about, but she felt good tonight. The recent loss of five pounds and the full Brazilian wax she’d gotten at the salon yesterday had her feeling sexy and confident. She could feel the brush of her cheeky silk panties against her smooth skin and reveled in the sensation of it. She was short but slender. Petite seemed to be the word everyone liked to use. Her strawberry blonde hair accented the freckles on her face, highlighted by her bright green eyes. While she may not have been the prettiest girl ever, what she lacked in looks, she made up for with an enthusiastic personality and pleasant nature. Bumped from behind by someone, she quickly turned.

“Sorry!” She smiled back at Joe, a coworker of hers. He’d only been with the agency a short time, but his easygoing demeanor and ready smile relaxed her. She felt comfortable around him.

“No worries! She said, smiling back at Joe.

“Great party, eh?” Joe said.

An evening on the deck

A cool night breeze passes over us as we sit together outside on the patio. A blanket over us, your legs in my lap, a drink in your hand. A small fire burns near us, it’s heat just enough to make this night almost perfect.

I see you glance at the fire, the flames catching in your dark eyes, then you look to sky, your expression tells me you are trying to understand your place in this world.

I set my drink on the table, my hands reach under the blanket and find your legs. You make a joke about my hands being cold, but don’t protest any further. I slowly rub your calves, feeling the tension release out of them. You sigh, look at me and smile, no words need to be exchanged, nights like tonight need only a few. Slowly I work my hands higher, pulling your dress up a so I can reach your knees. I rub behind each knee, then onto your thighs. You sigh, take a drink, and look at me.

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Letters to Vanessa Ch. 2

[Chapter 1 here.](https://www.reddit.com/user/apexerotica/comments/uiw8yj/story_index/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
Inspired by u/vanessa_vixenxxx

Dear Vanessa,

I haven’t heard back from you, which means you didn’t get my first letter, you don’t want to hear from me, or I’m just being an impatient asshole. Anyway, against my better judgment, I’m sending you what I remember about the day after our first time being together.

When I saw you in the break room you were more dressed up than usual. Instead of one of your sundresses, you wore a sleeveless white blouse and pencil skirt that ended a few inches above your knees. Strappy stilettos showed off red-painted toenails. Your makeup was still minimal, but your lipstick was a deeper shade of red than before.

You stood with your butt against the counter facing the door, just as you were when I first saw you. This time it was you that was flustered. You blushed and smiled when I walked in, like a schoolgirl who had kissed her first crush.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” you responded.

“I…uh,” I looked around to make sure we were alone. I took a few steps closer to you and said, “I’ve been thinking of you.”

Vampire Omicron: Chapter 4 – The Dorm Room (Part 2/2, slightly censored version) [M/ff][rape][slow start][armpits][feet][blood][death][harem] READ DISCLAIMERS

[Start at chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/skq9sq/vampire_omicron_chapter_1_home_invasion_part_12/)

Links to all my stories and more chapters to this story are in comments.

[Part 1 of this chapter is here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/uguq7j/vampire_omicron_chapter_4_the_dorm_room_part_12/) Make sure you read that first, and read the disclaimers for it!

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Chapter 4 – The Dorm Room – part 2

… I turn back to Gabby and lift the pillow off her face. Her breathing is extremely shallow. She couldn’t have lasted much longer. I lean down and kiss the unconscious girl straight on the mouth. Her lips are sweet. My tongue drives into her mouth, swirling and tasting. A hint of minty toothpaste still fresh inside. I move to her pudgy cheeks, kissing and nibbling. God she’s so cute.

I can tell she’ll be out for a bit. I should have some time to play around. I climb up on the bed and straddle her face. Looking toward her legs, my knees on either side of her head, almost a 69 position on top of her. I rub my balls around her little face, grinding front to back, enjoying the sick freedom. A good little feminist teen, used exactly as she should be.

My first time eating ass. [M/F]

I’m an erotic fiction writer. All characters are 18+. Thanks for the support!

I was always fascinated with all things booty. Thinking back to the beer posters my father had hung in the garage it’s no wonder. My only exposure to lewd content while going through puberty were three deliciously plump asses riding bareback on Clydesdale draft horses. One blonde, one brunette and an incredibly thick red head.

Needless to say, once I finally got the opportunity to worship a booty for real. I pulled out all the stops. Below is the story of how those events transpired.

I met a girl online who only lived a few hours away. We spent a few weeks getting to know each other through DM, text and nightly phone calls. Finally she was set to come to town for the weekend. Just a few days before we had moved into the sexting phase. Sharing pictures and our deepest desires the stage was set for an eventful weekend.

Upon arriving to town we quickly made our way to my buddies house where we threw a proper party. We made it approximately 8 seconds before running into his bedroom (with permission) and ravaged each other like wild rabbits.