Menagerie

Read the full story in her e-book 'Menagerie and other erotic stories', published: HERE (press the link to see details - look for Volume 12.) The publisher is the Erotic Author's Association. Vanna Vechian is proud of being a member and having her stories published there, as she humbly find herself among great colleagues. Now it needs to be bought! PS - Do enjoy Erica Chappuis' great paintings below that illustrate the story. As the book is currently unavailable, do contact me if you want to read the rest. We'll make an arrangement. Or I could reissue via Lulu by popular demand, for example.

I meet a woman in tune

'Have you ever been in love?'

I thought I had been. I also thought myself quite a lover, a man -forgive me- who was irresistible to women. I am not the bragging kind. Nor do I spend a lot of time 'catching the birds'. I respect women. I simply never had great trouble seducing a woman when I wanted her or, for that matter, building a steady relationship with one. With several over the years, sometimes in parallel. Felt no need to tie a knot, however, which was the chief reason why all of them faded. And then I met her.

Lina! Linila! Linilissima!

She was spectacular. Not in an opulent fashion. Probably not even spectacular to everyone. Yes, she was pretty - her form, her eyes. She was elegant, well-groomed, radiant, pleasant - all those things - to the eyes of everyone. To mine there was more, a resonance. I am lost for words to explain it. One comes to mind: natural. As in: Nature before the Apple and the Slippery One. The way she carried herself, her gaze - she was very much in tune with herself and her body, unlike most modern specimens here in the West. In tune like an animal. The way she walked - her heavenly legs, the way she set down her feet, quickly, but fluently, the movement of her arms, her hands, her slightly bouncing bosom, the flow of her hair; I still see the scene of her entrance in vivid detail, as in slow motion. The way she got seated, sat, rose again - I could write a book about it. The confident, knowing yet unselfconscious way she looked at me! Ah! She overpowered me, unwittingly, merely by being who and what she was.

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A bug and an irritant

Touched by a king

The monkey and I

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'Oh, Harry, sorry… The monkeys… Please, lets quickly see them.'

We stop and the screams of the monkeys permeate through my shell of frenzy. I have to give her the visit to the monkeys. I will be considerate.

We find ourselves in front of a cage with lemurs. She is fascinated, follows the nimble monkeys frolicking. One jumps to the screen, clasping the bars with his little hands and feet. She draws close. The animal stays where he is. She is eye to eye with the lemur and looks into his eyes, at his hands and feet. She communicates with him. She looks at his obscene, tiny sex, which is rising.

I focus on a particular little monkey, with a long, long agile tail, which is almost a fifth limb. He looks so soft. He has huge luminous brown eyes, with nocturnal associations. Long, bulbous fingers. He jumps high and easily, and then settles in a tree.

"What is this?" The creature eyes me from a branch, then jumps onto my shoulder, without effort, as if weightless.

"How cute," I think, but suddenly realise that the creature potently stinks of urine. I push it off, repulsed.

As if it bounced off the ground, it jumps back up, this time clinging to my chest and wrapping its long tail around my waist. It pinches at my nipples. Hard.

"Ow!" I cry and push it away again.

Again it jumps, this time landing across my face. My mouth and nose are smothered in the soft, ammonia-soaked fur. I feel his nails on my scalp and in my neck. It is unpleasant, not painful.

I realise suddenly that the animal's small erect penis is pushing directly against my mouth. In spite of my repulsion, yet almost choking on the strong smell, I feel an overwhelming desire to allow the sweet little member into my mouth. I open my mouth and it is in. I suck and I suck and he humps contentedly away, his tail wrapped around the back of my neck, its tip caressing my ear. The little man gets excited, judging from his swelling penis. Soon I feel the sides of my jaws begin to ache with the effort of taking in what his excitement has made grow tenfold.

My face is buried in stiff, curly public hair with a delightful, musty smell. I glance up and he is towering over me, fucking my mouth, humping away, his large brown eyes closed. His arm is wrapped around the back of my neck and his long fingers caress my ear. I close my eyes. He makes love to me.

Then he ejaculates, in three, four spurts. His sperm is like a man's, only surprisingly sweet. I swallow it and keep him in my mouth until limp and tiny once more. My little lover then pushes off unceremoniously and leaves me standing.

She hardly notices when I take her arm and usher her away from the monkey cage and, finally, out of the Zoo. We take the subway to my apartment. She is silent and rests her head on my shoulder the whole ride. It is hand in hand that we climb the stairs from the underworld and return to sobering daylight. A three-minute walk then takes us to my apartment. My emotions surge when I let her in and close the door. Home, mine, she and I!

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Fighting the wolf for her favour

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