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This is a love story about a girl. A while ago now. 

A girl I thought stupid at first. Based on her appearance, that’s all. She had a wide-eyed look about her, and a big mouth. She wore lipstick red as a fire-engine. She looked like she’d believe anything. Her name was Anna.

I was with her for five days. We were junior leaders on a wilderness course, so we bunked together in a hostel: me on top because she didn’t mind either way. A dozen kids slept in the dorm next door. I liked most of them.

I liked Anna, too, soon enough. We sat side-by-side at the camp cook-out on the first night, the fire blistering my knees, ashes spiralling into the inky stratosphere. An older leader, across from us, played song after song on his acoustic guitar, encouraging us with exaggerated nods, as if he was a protest singer cueing his backing group.

I said to Anna, ‘I’d love to stick his fucking guitar where he couldn’t tune it for six months.’

She asked if I had a boyfriend.

 

‘Do you love him, though?’

Anna asked this the next night.

I was lying on my sleeping bag in my T-shirt. Reading. We’d led a trek that day, but it was tough to sleep; too humid. Even at ten at night midsummer sunshine sneaked through the curtains, though rain slapped the window pane. Up here you often get this: rain and sun in the same breath.

Anna was cleaning her teeth at the corner sink. One of the kids could have drawn her there: her features seemed exaggerated. She had long eyelashes and five freckles around her nose. She was almost as lean as a stick figure; as pale as the paper you’d draw one on. Her hair was long and naturally red, though that night, damp from a shower, you’d have thought it black. Anyway, you wanted to watch her, or I did. She was like a cartoon.

‘Who?’ I said.

‘Your boyfriend.’

‘That’s personal.’

She came over. Her face was about level with mine on my pillow. She had olive eyes. Her vest, which almost matched their colour, didn’t reach the waistband of her panties. She pulled her toothbrush out of her mouth.

‘That means you don’t.’

‘You an expert?’

Anna shrugged and turned to the window. ‘Do you like rainbows? I bet there’s one outside right now.’

 

Anna and I climbed the hostel roof that evening. She led me up back stairs to a tiny attic space, where she unlatched a pivot window and edged out onto a shallow pitched roof. I wanted to raise the alarm; warn everyone about a crazy person in her underwear.

I said, ‘You’ve done this before.’

‘There was lightning last night. You were asleep. But it was no good alone.’

She took my hand and led me up. My toes squeezed the moss on the slates to stop me slipping. When we reached the apex we sat together.

‘Look,’ Anna said, pointing. To the north-west, a mile distant, a rainbow curved over a road.

‘Wow,’ I said. I wasn’t being sarcastic. I’d never seen one so bright.

‘Which is your favourite colour?’

I couldn’t think. Felt as though I had all night to decide. Everything around was as static as a photograph: the rainbow, the greens of the trees, the spread of daisies in the field below, the foxglove rising by the hostel door, the dark string of road that had brought us here.

Even Anna was still. ‘Remember this,’ she said.

‘Why?’

‘Rainbows don’t last. And every one is different.’

 

We were still on the roof an hour later, in the twilight. I didn’t want to go back yet. I said the stars would look incredible.

Anna was hugging herself. Her legs were goosefleshed; thousands of tiny bumps flawlessly organised. It’s amazing how skin works.

I said, ‘Next time, we’ll dress properly.’

Anna said, ‘Why don’t we share a secret while we wait? Something nobody knows. We’ll keep it safe forever for each other.’

I told her that last year I shoplifted two cans of cider from Tesco, and that I also stole some profiteroles and I don’t even like them.

Anna stretched her legs and squinted at me. ‘My secret is that as soon as I saw you yesterday I wanted to kiss you.’

I swallowed. I held my nails up to examine them as though she’d said something mundane. I sneaked a glance at her: she was looking ahead, biting the corner of her mouth.

It was so quiet I could hear my heartbeat. After a while I thought maybe a joke would take the edge off things. I knew a good one about penguins, but I couldn’t remember the punchline.

 

Back in our room, I climbed onto my bunk and got into my sleeping bag. It smelled of wet stones.

Anna leaned back against the sink. She pulled her vest over her head and dropped it on the floor. In the gloom her body was reduced to shadows curving under each breast, pencil dots for nipples. She looked across at me.

‘What?’ I said.

‘Can I come into your sleeping bag for a minute?’

I said I didn’t know. Yet I began working down the zip. It took ages: it was a shitty sleeping bag and I was embarrassed by it.

‘Just to talk,’ I said.

Anna climbed the ladder. I shivered as she slid in.

She said, ‘You’re hot.’ In the circumstances I wasn’t sure how to respond.

I kept my back to the wall, but my toenails scratched her ankles.

She looked at me and said, ‘Life’s too short.’

‘Why me, though?’

‘You want a list?’

Before I could say yes, she lifted my chin with her finger and kissed me. It was hard to describe the kiss, other than straight after I thought I should have pressed back, or opened my mouth.

From an inch away I felt Anna was assessing me. She looked disappointed, as though she'd witnessed me littering. She touched her forehead to mine and rested it there, while she wriggled about below. I asked what she was doing. She said she was taking her pants off.

She kissed me again. I opened my mouth this time, and shut my eyes. The kiss was slower, more confident. Anna didn’t fit her mouth over mine; she aimed at my upper lip and dragged her tongue across my teeth like a wave.

Kissing does something to me. I disintegrated into atoms. I became passive, letting her tongue explore. My arms slackened. Her tongue was as hot as oil and I began to kiss back – at first automatically, then because it felt good. In a few moments my tongue was spading so deeply inside her mouth it would only have been satisfied by reaching her throat. My breath hissed out of my nose onto her cheek. 

Anna’s hand crawled under my T-shirt to my breast. I slapped my hand down on hers. We broke our kiss. She asked if I was okay. I said this was weird.

‘Relax,’ she said. Her fingertip began teasing my nipple. It felt raw and intimate. My grip on her hand weakened.

She kept toying with my nipple until I raised my arms to let her pull my T-shirt off. 

‘Should take my pants off too?’ I asked, like there was etiquette involved.

‘Leave them on.’ Anna’s lips were brushing against mine. ‘Let me feel you through them.’

She pushed my shoulder against the headboard. This meant the reading light above us highlighted one breast. Anna covered it with her mouth. Her tongue churned. I watched my nipple respond between glimpses of her glistening tongue. She tucked her hair behind her ear; probably so I could see better.

Her hand drifted to the waistband of my panties. She began to rub in a circle – vague at first, more definite on each rotation, her fingers pressing.

I couldn’t think of much. My legs began to sprawl. Her hand swirled; the circle widened. My underwear was stretched one way then the other. It staggered and slid over my inner thighs, cool and damp. Anna’s hand was half on the material, half on my skin. I was embarrassed by little sucking noises.

We kissed again, but it was different now. Our tongues now lolled beyond our mouths, like those of exhausted dogs in a heatwave. Our nipples briefly touched, which set off another set of sublime ringing around my body. 

Anna drew away. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Her head disappeared. I only realised where she’d gone when I felt a dull pressure in the centre of my panties, right on top of my clit. It was her tongue.

It came to me then: the punchline to my penguin joke. I willed myself to tell it, at least to myself, for my own sanity. But the words that came out didn’t make sense; they were monosyllables really. Vowels.

Anna scraped my panties aside, and her tongue twirled directly onto my clit. My legs buckled the way cardboard does when you stand on it. My fingers were glued to her hair, spreading it like a petticoat. My lungs must have been the size of strawberries. I said I was too hot, too hot. Everything was suffocating, a fever yet to burst.

When I came I was not ready. I began to giggle in a way that sounded more like sobbing. My eyes were closed and I saw a hundred different colours. I was slick with sweat. Anna came back up and kissed me. I stared at her.

 

I did not know where to start with Anna. Her body was complicated. Wherever I touched her it drew a breath or gasp in a different register. I spent too long kissing every freckle, but it gave me time to think. I moved to her ear and settled my tongue in it.

I lifted her arm and she flinched when I licked from her wrist to her elbow. I carried on to her armpit. It tasted of deodorant, sharp and bitter. It did not stop me.

I trailed my tongue across, down. Her nipples were no longer dots. They were waxy and firm as pink crayons. I pursed my lips over one, and drew my mouth away until the nipple escaped with a sharp pop. I caught it again in my teeth. I put two fingers to her other nipple.

Anna was breathing through her mouth. Her skin had mottled into patches of pink and white. My mouth travelled over the ripple of her ribcage and I tongued her belly button. I slowed again. I lifted my head and stroked her thigh, marking time. She opened her legs and looked at me.

‘Go on,’ she said.

I curved my hand between Anna’s legs. Her flesh was wetter and spongier than I’d expected. I rubbed stiffly with the pads of three fingers and her body seemed to give way. One finger slipped inside her, then a second. I flicked my wrist back and forth. Anna’s face was screwed up like she was concentrating hard about something.

Her legs splayed; sinews stretched into bone. She began to twitch. She grabbed my wrist so I couldn’t move it. When she came, her free hand went to her mouth. She made a noise that sounded like a bicycle braking in the rain.

We talked after a bit. Anna’s skin was cool and damp; I liked the freedom to stroke it. She played with the sleeping bag’s zip and said she wanted this week to be unforgettable for everyone. I said it kind of already was.

 

I’d primed myself to feel awful when I woke. But I didn’t. This tells you what you need to know about me.

It felt as though there were two strangers in this bed, and one of them was me. I knew nothing about Anna. And nothing about me. Anna was still sleeping, crowded into me on her back. I hunched up on my elbow and peeled back a corner of the sleeping bag. Her body was so white I had the same trepidation about it that I feel before walking on fresh snow. Don’t spoil it for others.

I rested my head in the bowl of her tummy. Between her legs a tuft of pubes rose as though tugged, gold around the edges; towards the centre an oxidised red.

My head edged towards it. She smelled faintly sour; a spice you wanted to recall the name of.

I moved down, on hands and knees, over her vulva. She was alive with intricacy. A thousand hairs, spinning off in all directions, surrounded a sharp, dark valley. I put my nose to it, and ran the tip of my tongue down from the top of the cleft. It wasn’t distasteful. A complicated fold flowered into existence. I licked back up, strongly.

Anna stirred.

‘I remembered my favourite colour,’ I said, my voice croaky and unfamiliar. ‘It’s red.’

Anna drew up one leg and let it fall to the side. I went between her thighs, scooping them wider, and licked again – the gem of her shining clitoris was unavoidable. She pulled her legs back then grabbed my ears. Each movement of my tongue was exaggerated by her bucking, and by little muscular tremors. They did not last long. As she gripped my hair with one hand, the other was already biting her finger to stop that strange squeaking noise she made when she came.

 

Anna said funny things that week. I should have kept a diary. She was religious about hers. I never asked what she was writing, or why. I just watched her pen looping in tight scrolls, and made sure my good side was towards her.

I kept two mementoes. The first was a photo. Anna disliked photos – said they distort memories. But guitar guy took one in front of the hostel, and emailed it. The picture shows Anna behind me, arms around me. It looks like she’s whispering a secret into my ear. I printed it out and stuck it on my fridge.

The second was a brochure of kids’ activities: rock-climbing, kayaking, gorge scrambling. I don’t recall these. But I remember Anna’s crazy version of hide-and-seek. Late-night story-telling. Races to see who could wash dishes fastest. Anna asking me if I thought the kids would appreciate this one day. One of them saying Anna was pretty. I locked myself in the toilets for an hour.

 

Sometimes I am less rational than I ought to be.

 

I zipped our sleeping bags together and laid them on the floor. It was a bit of work and I was sweating by the end of it.

‘I can fold them over in the morning and know one will know,’ I said.

‘Don’t be ashamed of us,’ Anna said. She put her arms around me and said she wanted to fuck. I laughed because no-one had said it that way before. I said the door wasn’t locked.

She pulled me down and bit my neck, hard enough to leave a mark. Our clothes went everywhere.

Anna did a thing with her tongue, on my nipples and on my pussy: a couple of short licks then damping down with the pad of her tongue. It drove me mad; you never knew which one would be next.

I ended up on my knees. Anna kept biting and licking my backside. She was saying things about it, indefinite, erotic things. I arched my back and she slithered to my bumhole. She curled her tongue there.

It was so intimate and so thrilling that as soon as I came I was miserable.

‘I’m not ashamed,’ I said. ‘But I don’t know who I am anymore.’

Anna stroked my arm. ‘Don’t think about it. I’m as fucked up as anybody.’

 

We were getting ready side-by-side at the sink. My hair was in a French braid. I borrowed her lipstick to turn my lips as red as hers. 

We watched each other through the mirror on the wall. 

I said, ‘Don’t look at my ears.’

Anna laughed. She had ugly bruises on both her arms, above the elbow.

‘Where did you get those?’ I asked. 

She smiled at the mirror. ‘That was you. You grip so hard.’

She looked down at them. ‘I like them. Souvenirs.’

 

On our last night, we climbed the roof again. Fully clothed this time; Anna wore her walking boots.

I laid a blanket on a square of flat roof. We undressed ourselves. Anna hopped as she wiggled her shorts and her panties over her boots. I pictured us married, undressing this way, but slower. I tried to imagine not being aroused by her body any more, and it seemed irrational. I unbuttoned quickly, but Anna was on the blanket before me. Bookended by her red hair and black boots, her body was pale and almost perfect. Its only disfiguration was the red indentation across her abdomen left by her waistband. A breeze sometimes caught her hair.

‘I want to savour tonight,’ she said. She looked grave. Her legs lazed open.

I crawled up and kissed her and didn’t stop. I kept moving above her until I was squatting over her face. She flicked her tongue up and licked along my pussy; kept finding the right spot. I pushed lower, rubbed over her nose. I was so close so quickly. 

All that came out of my mouth was yes, yes, yes.

We rolled to the side. She bit my neck and my jaw. I wanted her to leave a trace. She opened my mouth with her finger and drooled on my tongue. I swallowed.

We worked each others’ knees apart, organised our limbs until we were two scissors dancing. Anna was clawing me. Her boots kept catching my shins and I wanted that too. Wanted to be bruised like her. We twisted until we could kiss. I was so close, but it took me ages to come because I started thinking: is this the end of the story? How can I be happy and sad at the same time?

 

We rested against the slope of the roof to watch the sky, powdered with stars. I turned and pressed my face to Anna’s until our noses were flat. Two boxers at a weigh-in.

I said, ‘Sometimes I wonder –’

‘If your behaviour is normal?’

I laughed. ‘Yeah. That as well.’

‘Me too. I’m weird. I’ve never been in love.’

‘Never loved anyone?’

‘I wouldn’t say that.’

‘Who then?’ I knew Anna wouldn’t say me. But I needed a name so I could research them on Google.

She said, ‘My brother, for example.’

I laughed before I realised she wasn’t joking.

She rolled away. ‘Don’t. I know it’s silly.’

‘I’m sure he’s loveable.’ I swallowed.

‘He was, yeah. One of his friends stole a car. He was a passenger. Or they think he was. He was fourteen. He was my twin.’

‘God,’ I said.

‘One minute you’re here and then: snap.’ 

‘That must have been awful.’

Anna sighed. ‘Some good things came from it. Seize the moment, you know.’

She’d taken my hand and was drawing her thumbnail back and forth over my palm. ‘You know what I don’t like? People telling me to treasure memories of him. They’ve no idea how horrible it is. To be responsible for memories crumbling.’

‘You need to stop and share them with someone.’

She turned. ‘I knew you’d understand. One day we'll share our memories about this week.’

‘Sure,’ I said, casually. 'If you ever want to.'

 

This was a while ago, of course. Things move on. We change.

I no longer have a boyfriend. It didn’t happen straight away; I never told him about Anna: I’m a coward. But it was amicable, as they say after expensive divorce cases. We still speak to each other.

Life’s too short.

I have a girlfriend now. It took a while. It was a thing to get used to.

A few days ago we went to my parents for the weekend. Our first visit as a couple. A big moment. I had no idea if they’d cleaned up the spare room. Nothing had been said. I was so nervous I left sweat patches on the steering wheel whenever I took my hands off it. I had to blow on my fingers. I was sure we’d crash, which would be kind of ironic.

A mile from their house, along a suburban road, I pulled in and braked. ‘Look!’ I said. We got out.

A rainbow floated behind a bungalow. A beautiful thing. We watched it until it died.

Neither of us spoke until we were back in the car and driving along and I said my favourite colour was red. She knows that, but needs reminded sometimes. It’s one of the cute, fucked-up things I like about her.

 

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For almost a week now the retired school teacher had to clean off the eggs that had been thrown at her windows.Miss Wright had retired from teaching almost ten years now and ever since she had been plagued by a group of girls whom she had taught.Miss Wright knew she provoked the ire of the girl's because she had had them suspended from school on more than one occasion.Miss Wright often wondered was suspension the right sanction to take with these girl's,she had,in her early days of teaching...

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Behaviour Modification and Sissy Trainin

1. Think about why you want to become a girly girl before you do it.Having the clear goal of looking great and being happy because of it, will add to your self esteem. Which in turn will increase your attractiveness through radiating self assurance. If you just go through the motions, it will show."any "female" can present herself in a feminine and alluring way with patience and practice, but before you can captivate and entrance even an audience of one, you must learn to move with effortless...

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Lebensraum Depraved behaviour of young Nazis sent to eastern Europe

Even before he was forced to join the Hitler Youth (HJ), Albert Schmidt had been aware that their Wehrsport or military athletics was intended to prepare them to be soldiers when they were older, with the best selected to join the SS.  However it was a shock when at short notice he was told to pack and that they were off to Reichsgau Warthegau, so recently liberated from Poland by the heroic Werhmacht.  It was a cold and bleak landscape compared with home but most of the boys felt honoured that...

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The Sex Behaviour Research Clinic

THE SEX BEHAVIOR RESEARCH CLINIC. by Angel Fuoco (F/m, F+/m, F+M/f, F/f, F+/f - teen, humil, mast, ene, cons) A young man is caught masturbating and is enrolled in a sex clinic where he passes through a number of experiences Chapter one: The beginnig When I was 14, my widowed father remarried and soon after he had to go to work abroad for several months. I was left in the care of my stepmother who was a beatiful woman of thirty, who worked as executive in the management of an important city...

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USB Uexplained Sexual Behaviour

Chapter One -- Gamer in a Suit "You look like a gamer in a suit," Paddy McClintock said to Taylor Averille. "Even your name isn't right. What the fuck is Taylor? It isn't one thing or the other," Paddy sat behind his huge oak desk, one leg resting on the other. He took a long sip of his coffee and looked up at Taylor. "You still here?" he sniffed. "So I take it that's a no to PostPay?" Taylor replied smugly. "And that attitude isn't helping you kid. The code looks fine...

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USB Unexplained Sexual Behaviour Chapter Three

Chapter Three - What Happens to the Girls? "This isn't a pity fuck Taylor. I'm nearly twice your age and I've reconciled what happened to me in the past; I've moved on. I'm a successful businesswoman." Veronique looked into Taylor's green eyes. "I get it. You're a lot more experienced than I am in life and in business. Also I've never done this with a woman so you take the lead." Taylor began to shimmy out of her dress. Veronique stopped her and rose off the couch, pulling Taylor...

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USB Unexplained Sexual Behaviour Chapter Four

Chapter Four - Remember, I'll be Watching "I won't lie to you Taylor; it's going to be dangerous," David Campbell said. "We strongly suspect that Veronique Pascal and Bradley Freeman are involved in a conspiracy to conduct money laundering contrary to the Money Laundering Control Act of 1986 but we can't tie them specifically to Alexi Kamerov or his people trafficking operation." "We have some evidence but not enough to make a case. The best evidence would be to get them to admit...

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Slutty Behaviour

It's the 6th of September 2004 at the moment, and I am writing a short story about something that happened about four years ago. I must have been 21 years old at that time and I was still living at my parents house at then. Actually, I stayed longer than I expected in my parents house. I was almost 23 years old when I left them to live with my current partner Edwin in our own comfortable house. No mommy anymore to do my laundry, clean up my room. No more daddy who always was there for me when...

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Strange Behaviour

Four white leopards and a black panther under the cherry tree. The blossom is long gone and the fruit hangs heavy on the branches. From amidst the dappled sea of icy fur and the sprawled patch of black that flicks its tail a slim bare arm reaches up and plucks off a dangling red fruit. There is a contented sigh and the arm vanishes. The panther gets up, stretches and gives and massive yawn, pink tongue curling over white fangs and pads around the group. A damp black nose nuzzles the velvet skin...

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Model BehaviourChapter 2

A hot summer's day in the loft apartment, windows open, warm air wafting through, and Lucy due at any moment... I'm smoking a joint, nervous, so excited to be seeing my one true love again, at last. Last time, she left her toys here, and I have laid them all out in readiness for my schoolgirl mistress. I am her slave. I crave her discipline and mercy... I have used the dildos, because they are hers, and I imagined her fucking me with them. I have yearned to be bound in the silken cords and...

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Model BehaviourChapter 3

The phone rang just as I closed the door. Jenny, my wife had that moment left to go to a sex therapist's convention in Stockholm. Imagine my delight when I heard the voice of my most precious pupil, dear Lucy. "Hi Uncle John... I don't know if this is convenient, but I'm here with a friend... with my incredible new lover, and we were chatting and both saying how thirsty we were..." I chuckled. Just like Lucy. Looked like cum wouldn't melt in her mouth, but it did, as I knew full...

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Model BehaviourChapter 4

We were able to stay together for a week, that time. Our first week. I was never the same again. The day with Lucy and John took me to places I never imagined I could go. After that I subjugated myself utterly to Lucy's whims, exploring my submissive nature and desire for extreme penetration to its limits. I think we even shocked John when he re-visited us later in the week, and according to Lucy, he's seen just about everything! My snatch and bum needed special training to get back to...

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No Accounting for TastesChapter 16 Chaste Behaviour

George awoke in a sweat, his cock stiff and in imminent danger of spurting. The dream had been vivid. He had been imprisoned in the cold stone dungeon of a castle where Deanna and Darla were smartly uniformed guards. Rebecca had arrived with food for him but his chains would not let him quite reach it. He had struggled against the chains while Darla, Deanna, and Rebecca all stood watching him and laughing. He sweated. They stood calm, cool in their crisply pressed uniforms. He could feel the...

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My Unfaithful Wife BehaviourChapter 2

Once we had got back to our seats, Sandra asked us all about our time on the stage. We eagerly told her what we had been up to behind the towel, and of how naughty Andy was, plus how big his huge, black cock was too! Several other women came up and asked us all about our little performance, many of them keen to try and get onto the stage themselves, others just curious as to what went on "out of sight". We brazenly told them of our sucking the strippers cock, getting more and more lurid on...

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Neighbourly Behaviour

I live in a block of flats, not the most luxurious but comfortable. There are 12 flats in the block and I live at number 9. In no.8 there is a couple who seem pretty drab and dreary. I say hello to them when I see them and nothing more than that. The lady is very plain although she does have a really nice body. She is foreign although to this day I am not sure where she is from but I would guess at Spain or Portugal. He is english and looks very very boring. Anyway, one Saturday night I came...

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Wonderous Age of Womanpart 4

He had come, turned on way past the point of self-control by the incredible lesbian sex between this fierce warrior and his co-worker. During those moments, Diana ignored him, but now, she looked at his unusual brown haircut, and the dark spot in the front of his gray trousers. “Get ready to die!”, shouted Wonder Woman, and as the scientist gulped, she ran towards him with blistering speed, launching a left thrust kick which caused the hapless male to double over, setting up a brutal...

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Wonderous Age of Womanpart 1

Being fairly near the site when she heard of the news, Wonder Woman hurried there, using the nearby woods to make a stealthy approach, before coming to the roof. Leaning her head on the hatch, she could hear some noises corresponding to human speech. Lifting the hatch let her hear them clearly- she was definitely up against terrorists. Apparently they couldn't find some scientist staff, and this worried the men in charge. Despite descending into unknown territory, Wonder Woman did not land in...

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Normality

"All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. In the event that they are canonically underage, their appearance here is in an AU in which they are of age." Once upon a time, on a bet and while very very drunk, a higher power of some kind made a very special item. Whoever wears it is granted the power of normality: Anything and everything the wearer does is considered normal and people won't bat an eye at it no matter what is done. Not content with how bad of an idea this was, a...

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Wonderous Age of Womanpart 2

˝At least you're honest. But also weak. Are you sure you like the contents of those videos on your computer? Follow me.˝, Diana says firmly, then turns around, while the confused scientist goes behind her, showing some clumsiness in getting around the desks. Once she came over to the knocked out grunt, she spoke again: ˝Watch.˝ Her tone of voice was sort of cold. Then, she picked the man up quite easily, holding him up above her head. Colin knew he wasn't dealing with a human being, at that...

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A Scarred Wonderland

I. Giant, multicolored sails litter the rolling turquoise waves of the Pacific. From this distance, they’re like flecks of paper mache swaying back and forth in the wind, waving little goodbyes as they drift farther and farther out. There’s a hard metallic clank as the hatch locks into place. “All set,” a twanging southern voice calls out. In the mirror, a slim shape in a tank top and a straw Stetson gives a thumbs-up, a radiant smile etched on a heart shaped face. Abigail has this weird...

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Emmas Misbehaviour

Emma was annoyed as she walked up the pathway to the house, opened the front door, closed it behind her, walked through the hallway and into the living room, and at least was satisfied to see three very naughty bare bottoms staring out at her. The owners of those very naughty bottoms had their noses pressed against the wall and their hands clasped on top of their heads.Emma was the youngest of the four women at just eighteen-years-old but had succeeded in imposing her disciplinary control over...

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Wonderous Age of Womanpart 3

However, they were not counting on the female actually being Wonder Woman, a superheroine...well, up until some 35 minutes ago. Their lives were sealed, because she now sought to actually kill men, for her own sexual pleasure. Sneaking down the stairs, she found no signs of anyone patrolling the hallways- she pinpointed the room where the terrorists were- a small dining space. It was cramped, and the three had an equal number of hostages tied up and at gunpoint. Entering would not be easy- the...

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Wonderland in Alice

Introduction: Alice is all grown up but no less madder… The crowded room was hot, and filled with the scent of alcohol and smoke. Alice didnt usually attend these kinds of parties, but made exception for this one. This was the last party of her senior year in high school, and she decided that one last blowout wouldnt hurt. Alice quickly found herself caught up in the pounding rhythm of the music that flowed throughout the house, and the punch that was being served was definitely spiked with...

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Sam Considered the Pistol

Sam Considered the Pistol By Constance Grant ([email protected]) Chapter 1 Sam couldn't sleep. It was very early as he considered the pistol on his hands and remembered the day that he purchased it. It was a bright cheerful day in Downieville eight years ago, which itself was located amidst the near paradise of Tahoe National Forest, California. Ben and he had been shooting iron critters, and Ben had cleaned his clock. It wasn't that he missed often; it was that...

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Alice in Wonderland

ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND BY Missy Crystal Chapter 1. Coming Out. "Who are YOU?" said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, "I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then." - Lewis Caroll, Alice in Wonderland It was Friday. I left work early. Today was the day. I had rehearsed it dozens of...

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The Beginning Of Wonderfulness

Chapter-1 I was shivering. I couldn’t make out if it was shame or fear or anything else. I went to the bathroom and stood under the strong shower hoping that it would wash away my current feelings. I was even afraid to take off my clothes. It was all the more strange to be under the hot shower after drenched by the cold rain. Unable to bear much more of this, I came out of the shower, dried, and opted for the unusual habit of sleeping doses with a glass of milk. I could only remember placing...

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Alices Adventures in Wonderland Part 1

Author's Note: Despite the numerous rip-offs from both "Alice In Wonderland" and other children's stories, this tale is decidedly NOT for children, as it involves adult/sexual situations. So, if you're under the legal age, please stop reading right here. Disclaimer: This story is based on (of course) the Lewis Carroll children's classic, "Alice in Wonderland," however it does include "cameo" appearances from other stories - most notably, "The Wizard of Oz." If you look...

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My Summer in Wonderland

INTRODUCTION This is the first of four interrelated recollections by a man in the late summer of life, recalling the events of some unusual summers, and the members of the female persuasion who made them so unusual and worth remembering. My Summer in Wonderland By: Zylux It was a summer vacation filled with adventure, discovery, and wonder. The time was the late 1950's. The place was a resort island in the Pacific Northwest accessible by car ferry. The island was large...

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Alices Marriage in Wonderland

Alice chased after an anthropomorphic rabbit because he dropped his gloves in apprehension. Little did she know that he was actually leading her to the queen of lesbians. The queen, named Amoret, convinced Alice that she was her rightful mate. The rest, that followed, turned out well for her. Cast of Characters: Major Characters: Alice: Protagonist. Amoret: Lesbian queen of Castle Sappho Islands, Wonderland. Minor Characters: White rabbit: An anthropomorphic rabbit and Amoret’s servant....

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Fairy Tail The Magic of Normality

(Authors Notes: I recently reached 100 likes, which seems like as good an excuse as any to finally start my own story! This will be my ultimate test, to see if I can perfectly blend story and smut to make the ultimate Fairy Tail free use fantasy, hopefully something unique that hasn't been done here before. I've seen the others on this site, but this will focus mainly on the kink of Free-Use and Normality. So, any feed back would be appreciated, and by all means, if you see a scenario that...

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I Always Considered Myself Straight

I always considered myself straight. I only ever had sex with girls. I loved girls of all shapes and sizes and never ever fantasised about guys. That was until the day I had a very erotic dream, a dream that I simply couldn't get out of my mind. A dream that I simply had to act out. Let me explain how it unfolded. One July weekend I decided to ignore the calls and texts from my friends and stay home alone. A break from partying and chasing girls was needed. My plan was to chill out on Friday,...

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Ahhhhhhhhhhh Wonderfuk Love

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Wonderlust

Studying was what I was really good at, but interest? It had to be field hockey. My dad was a great hockey player in his college days, but an untimely and serious knee injury prevented him from pursuing it as a career. Since young, I had been watching live, televised games and even highlights. Anything but playing it. I had to blame my mum for her overprotective nature and also my childhood asthma. My high school hockey teams had been the district champions, for 5 consecutive years, the longest...

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Ahhhhhhhhhhh Wonderfuk Love

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An athletic girl with tiny tits gave me a wonderfu

I have read about the old Polish capital, Crakow. It is supposed to be a beautiful city and I decided to take a short trip to visit the place. It turned out to be a more than beautiful experience. Luv to cum back to Cracow soon.I arrived late in the evening and had to wait until next morning before walking through the old city in the bright sunshire. Truly nice. One beautiful sight after another. But better was to come when I sat down outside a local restaurant to have some lunch. Sitting...

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A Little R and R 2 Alyss in Wondercute Land

A Little R&R 2: Alyss in Wondercute Land By Morpheus Part 1 Saturday morning, Sept 22nd, 2007 Roulette: Study Hall. Technically, I wasn't in study hall, but the Saturday morning Power Lab class. There were only fifteen students in the class, a mixture of freshmen and sophomores, and it was less of a classroom with lectures, and more of a free period where we each did our own thing. The only requirement was that we had to practice with our powers, or at least, do...

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