Exploring My Pink Moods

Exploring My Pink Moods

This story contains sexual activities and situations between consenting adults. All characters are above the age of eighteen. Any similarity to any individual, living or deceased, or location is coincidental and unintended.

Colors have always affected my moods, feelings, and behaviors. Color empowers me. My choice of colors, from my outerwear to my lingerie, is always intentional. My closet and dresser drawers are organized by color, and I wear way too many solids. Today started as one of those indecision days. Then pink overruled.

I'll tell this story from my perspective. I'm Nikki Madison, a blue-eyed blonde, 5'7" in my early 30s, with long athletic legs and a perfectly formed booty, with a flawless shelf. My breasts are silicone implants that look more natural than they are. My panty bulge is not massive, but it's shaved, cut with a sculptured helmet, and fully functional.

This story appears in the series, 'The Emotions of Color.' You will unexpectedly become reacquainted with Alyssa Harris.

A Day Off!

It was Sunday morning, and I had no pressing plans.

As I flipped through various outerwear options, I kept coming back to several pink outfits. I felt an overwhelming sense of vulnerable innocence and playful optimism. I went back and forth between a hot-pink skirt and a dusty-pink romper. I chose the romper: nylon and spandex with built-in shorts. Spaghetti straps, so no bra; my hot-pink G-string fit snugly over my pretty cock. This morning I felt and looked very feminine. And my mood... a tad confident but vulnerable.

My cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the number. I almost didn't answer, but the area code was 302, so I cautiously took a chance that it wasn't spam.

I quickly answered, "Hello!"

The voice on the other end said, "Is this Nikki Madison?" The female voice was pleasant, with no hint of a telemarketing call. She didn't wait for an answer. "This is Alyssa Harris. Anna Sweeney, a mutual friend, gave me your number." Pausing, she quickly added, "Do you remember me?"

I might forget exact dates, but I do remember sexual liaisons, even if they were one-night. I responded, "I do, Alyssa; we spent a pleasurable afternoon in the Crow's Nest. Anna Sweeney told me you were married now."

After a brief silence, Alyssa replied, "Nikki, let's just say that chapter in my life took an unexpected twist." She paused. "Nikki, will you meet me sometime for coffee at Shoreline Brews?"

"If you are free. How about in 30 minutes?"

"Absolutely. See you then, Nikki!"

After the call ended, I wanted to call Anna to get the scoop. I decided not to. Let's just wing it. I thought about changing outfits. I also decided not to. Pink can elicit soft romance and create tender, intimate moments. Perhaps that's what Alyssa is seeking from me.

It was a short two-block walk to 'Shoreline Brews'. On the way over, I remembered Alyssa was a green-eyed blonde, a little shorter than me. Her breasts were proportional to her body, with a nice butt. Yes, her butt was indeed nice.

When I arrived, Alyssa was waiting at a table in the back. She wore a purple blouse... more sophisticated than the casual look I expected. Before I sat, we embraced. Compared to my summer-bronzed skin tone, Alyssa's skin was pale by comparison.

At first, our conversation was a little awkward. Outside our intimate liaison and our mutual friend Anna Sweeney, we did not know each other well. Our body language was off too. Alyssa talks with her hands, but there wasn't the soft, touchy-feely energy between two women who have been intimate or share that subtle attraction.

We talked about our summer, the rainy weather, the traffic on Lighthouse Road, and how tourists had not overrun us. She asked about the economy's impact on the restaurant business this summer. She didn't mention her marriage situation. She was also very vague about her career.

Alyssa casually mentioned that she'd relocated to the Fenwick area full-time and that her Baltimore County home was on the market.

Alyssa Seduced Me

Then, the conversation took a serious turn. Alyssa held my hand, her eyes focused on mine. "Nikki, I find you irresistible. I keep thinking over and over about our afternoon in the crow's nest at your place." This was a very bold admission coming from a recently married woman.

I spoke softly, " Alyssa, I felt a connection that day as well. We clicked. We were both in the moment. Then I heard from Anna that you're married. I thought I had just been one of those pre-marital flings."

Alyssa squeezed my hand. "Nikki, I must admit, I came in here that day looking for you. Anna had told me about you. I was curious. I needed to experience you. But what I remember most is how you made me feel... before, during, and after! I have had one-night stands before... but that afternoon with you was different."

I started to respond, but Alyssa stopped me. "Nikki, today's vibe is very distinct. You are incredibly feminine today. Perhaps even a little vulnerable. There's a vitality about you. Pink is your color." At that very moment, I felt calm, and I knew I wanted... needed something extraordinary from Alyssa. I was shivering, but not too noticeably.

Alyssa had set the tone, asking a lot of questions about me, my work, and even probing a little into my relationships with others. She remained very vague about her personal life, her marriage, and her career.

When she looked at me, her eyes stayed on mine. From time to time, she looked away as if she was deep in thought. When she resumed talking, her eyes returned to mine.

With her hand, she tenderly ran her fingers along my inner arm in slow, brushing strokes to my elbow. I must admit, I was suddenly mesmerized. Our conversation took a distinctive twist. I could not pinpoint my feelings at the time. There was momentary silence between us.

She turned my hand over and gently traced the lines in my palm. Her eyes and thoughts were absorbed in the lines of my open hand. She did not look up, whispering, "Nikki, come to dinner tonight! I'm a damn good cook, and now that I am living here permanently, I have just replenished my wine cellar, and I want your expert feedback."

Controlling my emotions, I stammered, "Of course, Alyssa. What time is good?"

She tilted her head, refocusing her eyes on mine. "How about seven? We can enjoy the sunset off my deck. Let's both dress up. And bring your feminine vibe! Wear something elegant... in pink." She paused and added, "Nikki, don't be late!"

After she gave me her address, Alyssa abruptly said. "Nikki, I need to go shop for dinner." We both stood. We hugged, and she kissed me softly on the cheek. "See you at seven... and just bring your gorgeous self!" She pressed her knee in my crotch, gradually grinding my semi-aroused cock through my pink romper. She hurried to the door. My eyes followed her out. I mumbled to myself, "Oh fuck!"

I sat down for a few moments. I wasn't sure what just happened. I was excited. I had goosebumps on my arms. I was drawn to her boldness. Our vibe today was very unlike our previous encounter. Alyssa had controlled the energy between us.

Today, well, let's say it was mysterious. Her call this morning was unexpected, as was her affection... and now the anticipation of meeting her for dinner was a mix of enthusiasm and uncertainty.

Before I left, my cell pinged. I had a text message... it was from Alyssa that read, 'I can't wait for you to come over tonight. I have been thinking about you for weeks!'

I did not immediately respond. My heart was racing. During our previous lovemaking, we had been equals. This time, the dynamics between us have changed dramatically. It should make for an interesting, if not intriguing, evening.

After a while, I sent two kissing emojis

I Was Obsessed

I rushed back to the Fenwick House and spent all afternoon trying to figure out what color outfit to wear. Being sexy and sultry was a given. Alyssa hinted at pink, but I tried on red, black, blue, and pink outfits. I even held up a white one but quickly ruled it out... too innocent. And I am clearly not pure and innocent. I matched lingerie to each outfit. I couldn't decide... I was down to three... One red, and two pink.

Then I got another text... once again from Alyssa. It read, 'Pet, ever since I saw you in pink today, that's all I have thought about. I am not going to lie... I keep fantasizing about edging you! Kisses... Nikki, don't disappoint!'

Each time I read the text... I shivered.

One thing was certain tonight: I was wearing pink! But which one? I chose one of my favorites: a classic silky satin mid-thigh dress with an embroidered mid-cup corset top that showcased the girls.

Underneath, I wore the sexiest pink pouched satin tanga with lace inserts and a gorgeous pink bow. A rose colored pendant hung from my necklace and dangled in my bronze cleavage. My 3" open-toe heels were to die for.

My makeup and hair needed to be just right. It took longer than expected. Before I left, I did a quick twirl in front of the floor-length mirror... I thought to myself, I am one sexy bitch!

Of course, I brought a hostess gift, a rosé from one of my favorite Oregon wineries, Four Graces. It was a short ten-minute drive to Alyssa's new gorgeous three-story home on Peninsula Point in West Fenwick. I pulled into her driveway a little after seven.

Alyssa greeted me in a silky red open-back midi that just flowed off her body, hugging every curve as she walked. A slit to her mid-thigh revealed black lace top stockings. She just oozed passion, excitement, and strength. I could not take my eyes off her.

"Nikki, you are gorgeous tonight. Good choice! The pink brings out the blue in your eyes!" I just blushed. We kissed each other on the cheek. I could sense that she wasn't happy about my tardiness.

Holding my hand, Alyssa gave me a mini tour of the open-concept main floor that flowed from the exquisite kitchen through the Great Room, overlooking Little Assawoman Bay and the treelined landmass in the distance. The sun was beginning to set, so we enjoyed our Pinot Gris on the balcony that overlooked the bay.

The crimson sunset filled the sky with a deep, rich red color. We sipped our wine and exchanged short, passionate kisses. Our fingers explored each other's tantalizing bodies. My fingers lingered on her naked back. Hers on my bare arms.

As the sun set, the breezy air on the balcony was chilly, so we adjourned to the intimate table set for two. On one plate was a small pink box, tied with pink ribbon.

"What's this, Alyssa?"

"A small token of my appreciation, Nikki." She paused, quickly adding, "Open it!"

Inside the tiny box wrapped in tissue paper, I held up a laced/satin pink rhinestone-accented choker. I looked at Alyssa, bewildered.

"No, Nikki, I am not collaring you. Seeing you today in pink reminded me how sweet you are. It's a small token of my affection for you." She paused and added, "Let's put it on." Alyssa stood and helped affix the choker. She gave me a pleasing smile.

Still feeling a little baffled, I said, "Thank you, Alyssa; you shouldn't have!" I was puzzled but not frightened. Dressed in pink, I sensed I was projecting a submissive vibe. She complimented me more than once on my pink dress and how the lovely choker matched my outfit. The conversation was flirtatious from the moment we sat down, and Alyssa took control.

She had prepared a 3-course meal: a caprese salad and grilled Chilean sea bass. She said the dessert was in the fridge. We talked and drank a lovely Napa Chardonnay.

Consent

Before clearing the dinner table, we adjourned to the Great Room to finish our wine. I sat on the couch, expecting Alyssa to sit next to me. Instead, she sat in the high-backed chair, cattycorner to the couch, crossing her legs, revealing the lace top of her stockings. Her foot dangled, and her heel dropped to the floor.

She sipped her wine. We sat in silence. She stared at me; I stared back. Our eyes locked. The silence between us lingered.

Alyssa spoke, "Nikki, do you trust me?" I did not immediately answer. I knew what she was asking. The entire night led us to this point. She was not smiling. I knew Alyssa needed an answer.

"Yes, Alyssa, I do!"

Her eyes stayed focused. "Nikki, enough to give me complete control of our mutual pleasure... tonight?" She paused. "Nikki, my pet, I will hurt you. But I will not injure you, and I will keep you safe."

"Yes, I understand, Alyssa!" I nodded. I wanted this. No, I needed this tonight.

"Nikki, I appreciate your willingness to be vulnerable with me!" She paused. "Now stand and come here!" I did as I was commanded. Alyssa also stood facing me. She stepped closer, invading my personal space, and softly stroked my blonde locks. As my eyelids fluttered, I inhaled two deep breaths, purring as Alyssa ran her fingers through my hair.

"Nikki, how far can I go?"

I gulped. "Alyssa, I am a light pain, sub!"

Now Feeling The Pain

Alyssa twisted my hair a bit, pulling my head back hard. "You're a needy little bitch, aren't you?" I trembled as she did. "I told you not to be late. Why did you disobey me?"

I did not immediately respond. I just stared at her. Before I could, Alyssa smacked me in the face with her palm. "Really... when I ask you a question, you will always respond!" Feeling the pain, my face cringed.

"I am sorry, Alyssa!" I paused and added. "Yes, I will, Alyssa!"

She pressed her body into mine. "Nikki, you love wearing these tight, sexy little pink outfits too... don't you?" She pressed her face closer to mine. "Nikki, you are just a fucking little slut?" She pressed her knee in my crotch, grinding against my bulge.

"Yes, Alyssa, I do!"

"Tonight, that's exactly what you are... My little pink bitch to do as I please!"

I shivered as she ran her nails down my corseted back and rested her hand on my satin-covered bum. She stepped back, then walked around me in silence. I stared straight ahead.

"Eyes down, Nikki!"

That's when I noticed a pink box on the coffee table. Alyssa opened the box and pulled out a folded, solid black scarf. As she unwrapped the scarf, a gold chain appeared in her hands.

"Face me, bitch!"

Alyssa swiftly clasped the diamond-studded gold leash to the choker around my neck, tugging it abruptly to get my attention. My breathing was heavy. Alyssa pressed her body closer... not quite touching me. As she did, I began to tremble.

"Turn around!"

Alyssa unfastened each button that held my mid-bust corset tight against my body. As she did, the bodice dropped to my waist; eventually the dress slithered down my body, pooling at my ankles. With the leash, she turned me to face her again. My eyes lowered, and she teasingly brushed the gold leash over my bare breasts.

Her fingers traced the fullness of each boob, resting on my hardening nipples, smirking as she twisted each one. She was not delicate; pain shot through my body. I bit down on my lower lip. Alyssa let go of the leash, letting it dangle down my body; she grabbed both breasts. I cringed; she was rough, not gentle. She forcibly squeezed and poked.

Using my breasts as leverage, she pressed closer, staring into my eyes, then pulled back, laughing, then let go, as my boobs snapped back. Fuck, it hurt, but I kept staring ahead, curling my shoulders, trying not to reveal the pain I was feeling.

Alyssa stepped back, seeing my semi-naked body for the first time. "My, my, what have we here?" My pretty cock was bulging in my pink tangas. The pink bow fluttered as I tried to stop shaking. "My little pet, the little pink bow is cute."

She cupped my bulge, pressing her nails hard into my balls. I squealed. She pressed closer, her face inches from mine. "Nikki dear, tonight is not about you and your pretty cock. Kapeesh!" I nodded.

"Nikki, do you understand?" She tugged on my leash.

"Yes, Mistress!"

She squeezed my cock tighter and spoke sternly. "Nikki, I am not your Mistress! You haven't earned that privilege. You will address me as Alyssa, Miss Alyssa, or Ma'am!"

I cringed and nodded. "Yes, Miss Alyssa!"

She tugged on my leash. "Follow me!" She led me to the dining table. "Clean up the dishes and wait for me to change.

Waiting Patiently

She swiftly hurried off to her bedroom; I cleared the table, then waited patiently in the Great Room, my hands covering the front of my body, trying to hide the growing bulge in my pink tangas.

Alyssa burst back into the Great Room, in a mid-cup red bustier with suspenders, a matching red string-tied G-string, black lace top stockings, and knee-high black leather boots. She strutted straight towards me, stopping directly in front of me. Alyssa was stunning... even more so than before.

She said firmly. "What are you hiding slut? Put your arms down by your sides!" I quickly did as I was told. Her eyes were fixated on mine.

"Nikki, let's get one thing clear. Your fate tonight is solely under my control. That pretty cock of yours will not cum, without my permission!" Without blinking, she grasped my pink, panty-clad cock in her palm; her nails dug in hard, and she twisted my balls hard. After a slight cringe, I bit my lower lip.

"Slut, do you understand?" I nodded.

She twisted again, sternly demanding. "Answer me slut!"

"Yes... Yes, Alyssa!" I paused and pleaded, "Please don't hurt her!"

Alyssa glared at me, swiftly smacking my panty-clad cock. She moved closer and grabbed my hair; her eyes were riveted on mine. "Bitch don't you ever tell me what to do!" I quivered, my legs weakening, so I shifted my weight, trying to steady myself.

I stammered, "But, but... "

Before I could finish, Alyssa tugged on my dangling leash, exerting her control. "Follow me!" She led me to the stairway and up to the top floor, stopping in front of a closed, key-coded door. She entered four numbers and pushed the door open, revealing a new side of Alyssa.

Alyssa's Play Room

My eyes scanned the room. What I saw was unexpected and overwhelming. In one corner, a Jail Cell stand-up cage sat beside the steel puppy cage. Against one wall stood a rotating St. Andrew's Cross. The opposite side wall was lined with all types of restraints and toys ready to be used. A swing hung from the ceiling, alongside several ropes and pulleys. A dungeon daybed was in the back. A spanking bench was to the side. The room was a fully equipped dungeon.

Alyssa stood me in the middle of the room. She pulled cuffs and restraints off the wall, grabbed my arms, and pulled them behind my back, clasping the cuffs to my wrists. I felt totally helpless for the first time tonight. I tried to wiggle out of the cuffs, to no avail. The tight cuffs were digging into my skin.

I was prepared for a little Domme with submissive play, but being in her playroom has elevated our play to the next level. Alyssa tugged on the restraints. With each tug, my breathing became heavier and visible to Alyssa. Facing me, she pressed her body against mine. My body trembled in anticipation; my mind was racing... I was feeling anxious. I lowered my head, averting my eyes.

Alyssa sensed my uneasiness and spoke in a soothing voice, "Relax, Nikki..." With a pointed finger, she pushed my chin up, then with her nail, slowly traced my bare body down my chest, and circled the underside of my chest, then pressed two fingers on my nipple, twisting the nipple hard... She was gentle at first, but she kept twisting. I bit my lower lip hard.

With her left hand, she cupped my pretty cock, her fingers squeezed my shaft and my balls through the thin tanga fabric. "My, my, aren't we getting excited! I love the way the little pink bow shakes." My cock begins to jerk as she squeezes her. Through the fabric, she pressed two fingers on my cockhead, my precum was dripping. Alyssa instantly held her moist fingers under my nose... "Nikki, smell how excited you have become!" She paused as I sniffed her fingers.

"Open your mouth, slut!" As I did, she brushed her fingers along my lower lip. My tongue instinctively licked my lip. I whimpered.

Alyssa slid behind me and suckled my neck. A soft peck, followed by her flat tongue smearing her juices on the nape of my neck. She puckered her mouth, resting her teeth just below my choker, followed by a series of playful nibbles, then sucked on my neck, leaving her bite mark. It wasn't a hard chomp, but I cringed.

Whew!

She whispered, "My little pet, I own you tonight!" I inadvertently chuckled. Alyssa tugged on my leash, turning me around to face her. She smirked. " Are you enjoying yourself?" I did not immediately respond. She glared into my eyes and slapped my face with her open hand. I bit my lower lip. She slapped me again.

Stammering, "Miss Alyssa, I only aim to please you!"

She said sternly. "Don't make me hurt you!" Glaring at me, Alyssa pointed towards the floor. I quickly knelt. She reached up and pulled a pulley from the ceiling track. She attached the hook to the cuff restraints, pulling my body upwards, my knees barely resting on the floor. I swayed back and forth.

Tugging on my leash, she pulled me toward her, stepping closer, pressing her panty-clad sweetness against my mouth without touching. It was mere millimeters away. Her red G-string was spotting wetness. Her scent was strong, but sweet.

"Nikki, beg to lick my sweet pussy!" Alyssa yanked my ponytail, burying my face tightly against the puffy lips forming in her G-string. Tugging the leash, "I said beg!"

"Miss Alyssa, may I please, please lick your sweetness?"

Alyssa pulled the G-string ties, letting it slither down her thighs, and pool at her ankles. I buried my face in her sweetness, and my stiff tongue licked the outer ridges of her bare slit. Her leather boot rubbed my covered cock.

My tongue stiffened on her folds, darting up and down each ridge, sliding inside her slit, then quickly out. I flattened my tongue, slowly licking her entire slit from top to bottom. Alyssa's whimpers turned to moans. She widened her stance, steadying herself, placing both hands on the back of my head, grinding her torso against my face.

Her booty squirms, and Alyssa screams at me, "You little bitch, don't stop!" She pauses, catching her breath. "Oh gawd, you're good!" Alyssa backs away and pulls the pulley tighter, stretching my lower torso. I cringe as my knees are lifted slightly off the floor. My eyes glance up, anxious; my heart races. I am confused by Alyssa's reaction.

Then She Changed Her Mind!

She keeps tightening the pulley; it's painful. Alyssa whispers, "I'm going to hurt you bitch." She leaves me swaying as she walks to the outer wall and grabs a crop. My anxiety heightens. Returning, she drags the crop over my helpless body. She cracks my ass. "I will make your bum pink, too."

My mind races as I wonder what I did wrong.

She cracks my other cheek with the crop. I squirmed, twisting my bum. Alyssa rubs the palm of her hand over my warm ass. I gulp. She cups my bulge in my pink panties. Smirking, "She's hard. You are a little pain slut aren't you, Nikki?" I shake my head, and I close my eyes. The crop brushes my bum a little harder this time.

Chuckling, "It seems you like it!" She cracks the crop firmly across both cheeks. I bite my lower lip, trying not to scream, knowing that if I scream, the next crop smack will be harder. Alyssa smacked my ass a few more times. My body swayed and twisted with each crack of the crop. Each smack drew a smile across Alyssa's face.

She clearly was enjoying herself. And she wasn't done. She went back to her wall of toys and returned with a set of nipple clamps. Using the pulley, she lowered my torso so I could rest my knees on the floor.

Snickering, she affixed one clamp on my right nipple. The weight on my dangling breast was excruciating. She gave me a devilish smile. "It's ok to scream, Nikki!" Shaking my head, I bit down on my lower lip again. Alyssa then clamps the left nipple and tightens it down. My eyes roll. Alyssa steps back, smiling at my vulnerable predicament.

She reaches for the crop again; this time, she smacks it across my mounds, marking each one. " A cunt like you shouldn't have boobs bigger than mine." A pink blush appears on the topside of my melons. Another crack follows another.

I am not ready to succumb. I refuse to reveal my pain to her. She moves closer. Her face is in mine. "Nikki, have you had enough? Beg me to stop!" I shook my head.

She smacked the crop across my panty-clad cock. "Do you want to cum, Nikki? Do you want to be rewarded?"

Smiling, I blurted out... "Alyssa, I know you want my pretty cock inside you. If that's my reward, then yes! I want to make you scream!"

She ignored me. "She taps the crop on my clamped nipples, then pulls the chain holding them together." She took several deep breaths. "Relax, baby, we'll get there. "

I repeatedly mumbled, "Oh gawd!" My eyes widened with each twist of the clamps. Alyssa twists the clamp tighter, then swiftly cracks my ass each time she twists the clamps tight. I am in obvious pain. Believing she has gone too far, she lets go, pulls back, and drops the crop. She lowers the pulley, letting my body drop to the floor, puddling in a ball at her feet.

My Legs Weaken

She gently loosens the clamps and helps me stand, guiding me to the daybed. I fall onto my back. She releases one wrist from the cuff restraints. Alyssa crawls onto the bed next to me and cups my hardness in my pink tangas. She quickly slides my panties down my thighs, releasing my stiff shaft. My stiff cock bobs and weaves, no longer constrained.

She gently caresses my shaft and lifts her leg over, climbing on top of me. The clamps dangle from my boobs. I place my hands on her hips; the cuffs dangle from one wrist. Alyssa grinds her wet slit on my stiff cock, hovering over my cockhead, slowly lowering her torso. My stiff cock pokes her slit.

Alyssa pulls on the clamps as she teasingly brushes her wet slit over my cockhead. I poke and poke, trying to find your slit. Impatient, Alyssa slams down on her, repeatedly screaming, "Oh fuck!" She fits snugly, but Alyssa's so wet she slides deep, poking her cervix wall.

Alyssa grinds on my stiff cock, reaching out to gently caress my sore breasts. My bum squirms and bounces as you grind. "Nikki, you feel so good inside me!" No longer feeling useless and vulnerable, I squirm my booty, angling my pretty cock, scraping Alyssa's inner walls with my cockhead. Her lips clench my swelling cock.

My hands grasp her hips, guiding the angles of each thrust, twisting her bum, as she bounces and squishes. Alyssa's moaning quickens.

I bite my lip, this time drawing blood. "Alyssa, I am on edge!"

She screams, "Nikki, let's cum together!" I close my eyes, cringing, trying to delay my ejaculation.

Alyssa bounces, "I feel you swelling, Nikki!" She pauses, then screams, "I'm so fucking close!"

Lifting my bum off the day bed, I thrust deeper and deeper with each thrust. Alyssa repeatedly screams, "Now, Now, Now!" Alyssa's body shakes uncontrollably. Feeling her canal tighten around her, thrusting, I shoot my cream as I squeeze her hips. Alyssa shivers; her body trembles. Her toes curl.

My cock throbs inside Alyssa's inner canal. She gushes, and my cream mixes with her juices. My cock is pulsating inside Alyssa. She screams. "Gawd, that feels so good!" Our grinding slows.

Alyssa speaks, "Nikki, she's still twitching!" She rolls back, removing the clamps from my nipples. She tenderly kisses each nipple. I exhale as she does.

She snuggles against me, placing her head on my shoulder. We're both exhausted and fall asleep in each other's arms.

Epilogue

Alyssa woke up in the middle of the night. She nudged me awake, grasping my hand and arm. 'Come with me, Nikki." She led me downstairs to her bedroom. We snuggled and fell asleep. I pressed my chest into her back. In the morning, Alyssa woke before me. The smell of fresh coffee brewing woke me. I put on the white fluffy robe that Alyssa had draped over the end of the bed.

I joined her in the kitchen. She set fresh coffee, local fruit, bagels, smoked salmon, and cream cheese on the balcony table. We talked openly about the dynamics that developed from the night before. I readily admitted that colors sometimes determine my moods. That day, pink overruled my attitude. Alyssa admitted that her aggression was a carryover from her failed marriage. She did not share the details. Being a Dominant was clearly her forte.

She said that her dominant nature was more prevalent now, but she has frequently switched in the past. She admitted that she was super-charged dominating me last night, but would be equally content as a sexual equal in the future.

We agreed to have dinner with our mutual friend Anna Sweeney. We did. That was a very lovely, eventful evening.

To be continued.

Nikki Speaks

Alyssa Harris unexpectedly returned as a main character in a story. The original story 'How Do You Like Your Coffee?' was centered around satire and humor, not intended to be more. Alyssa Harris will return. We have met for coffee more than once, and each rendezvous has always been... let's say eventful, an adventure, and never scripted.

Nikki is a multidimensional person with many moods. Being submissive is one. In the future, we will address how colors do, in fact, affect her moods. Stay tuned.

This story was inspired in part by a friend I met in chat. For consistency, I will use the Transgender category. BDSM and Fetish were considerations.

As always, your comments and feedback are essential. I sincerely hope you are enjoying Nikki's Kinky Adventures. Please take a few moments to share your thoughts in the comments section. I always want to improve my stories.

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