When you have an anthology all to yourself, you get into the annoying yet gloriously unusual situation of having so many quotes to share you don’t know which ones to pick. So, I thought that today I would pick another excerpt from a different story for you.

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The last excerpt you received was from a hot, sunny summer story. Today’s excerpt comes to you from the much chillier autumn which is rolling in pretty quickly now that the end of August is approaching. This particular story is called Leaf Lessons.

“Oh hush, woman.” Mark held his wife’s hands above her head. “We’ve got ages and I want to make a collage.”

Helen looked confused as her husband lifted her top and eased it up and over her head, revealing her bra and the large apples trapped inside. He slipped her trousers down and off her legs, along with her knickers. It left her exposed, the crinkly edges of the leaves prickled her skin.
He rolled her to her side and unsnapped her bra, then pressed her gently back to the floor. The leaves rustled as she settled, almost masking the deep growl that escaped Mark’s lips as he surveyed his wife’s naked body.

He picked up a red leaf, long and classically shaped, and laid it on her rounded stomach, like an arrow pointing down. He then picked up two yellow hand-shaped leaves, large and bright. He laid these gently over his wife’s budding breasts. The soft touch made Helen gasp with need. He filled in the rest of her skin with leaves of varying size and shape. He found a leaf skeleton, fragile and see- through and placed it over Helen’s pussy.

“That’s gorgeous,” he said, “but there’s something missing.”

He picked up a shiny brown conker and shifted the arrow leaf on her stomach down a bit further before popping the brown nut into the dip of her belly button.

“That’s cold.” Helen exclaimed.

“Hush, you. Canvasses don’t speak.” Helen went quiet. She always enjoyed it when her husband was dominant; she just wished he’d hurry up and fuck her. Her need was growing, but she was also painfully aware that her mother was due soon.

“Still not right.” He muttered and sifted through the leaves around him. “Ah ha.” He picked up a spiky ball, and smiled wickedly down on Helen from between her spread thighs. She gasped as he laid it on her neck and rolled it down over her leaf covered flesh. He watched as the leaves shifted and moved under the motion of the Horse Chestnut pod. He listened intently to the gasps and moans of his wife as he ran it over her nipples, down her stomach and over her thighs.

“Perfect,”

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