Colors

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Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 82,672
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The prism of life divides us into a whole spectrum of colors and ethnic flavas, so these anthology authors dish out their best erotic pancultural cuisine in eXcessica’s first interracial anthology—a veritable multicultural buffet! It’s time to taste the rainbow!

Stories included by: Vivian Vincent, Selena Kitt, Giselle Renarde, Tristan Cole, Samantha Jones, Dakota Trace, Jim Baker, D.B. Story, Kenn Dahll, M.E. Hydra and Sable Jordan.

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Colors

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Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 82,672
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From "Shorn" by Selena Kitt:

"Are you going to see her tomorrow?" I slanted him the question.

He hesitated, and I wondered if he was going to play dumb. He didn't, but—as usual—he didn't give me a straight answer either.

"You have a beautiful cunt, you know that?" His eyes fell to the triangle between my legs.

"Thank you." I smiled, knowing he was trying to distract me, and I let him. I put my feet up on the counter, opening my thighs, giving him a better view. "So, are you going to see her?"

"Samantha." He said my name with a sigh. I didn't reply but just watched him instead.

"I might." He used the razor over the few spots he'd missed. I waited. "Probably." I just gave him more silence as he wiped his face clean with a towel. "Yeah, I guess."

"I figured."

He put some shaving cream on the tip of his finger and touched my nose with it.

I rolled my eyes. "Jerk!" I wiped it off with my hand, dabbing it onto the tuft of my pubic hair with a grin.

His eyes lit up, and he reached over and opened the top drawer under where I was sitting, pulling out a pair of manicure scissors.

"I was kidding!" I grabbed his towel and wiped off the shaving cream.

"I'm not." He snapped the scissors open and closed, his dark eyes flashing, his grin devious.

"I thought you liked it!" I cried. He had often said how much he liked that I was a natural blond, the hair between my legs just a shade darker than the strawberry-blonde hair on my head. Our physical differences, the natural contrast, the strawberry cream and black coffee of our skin together, only served to drive our passion to further heights.

"Mmm, I do." He knelt on the floor so he was eye-level between my legs, leaning in and kissing all around my pubic hair. "But I'd love to lick your pussy when it was shaved."

I touched the curly, wiry mass of hair. I had never trimmed or shaved there. "I wonder what it would feel like…"

"Want to find out?" He showed me the scissors again. Seeing him eyeing my bits with a sharp implement in his hands was quite a shock.

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