It’s been pointed out to me (nicely) that I haven’t posted anything here at Dark Cavern. Well, this is a short story, which didn’t exactly receive reviews when it was posted at my usual site, Literotica. Let’s see how well it’s received here.
Author’s meandering foreword: This is the original version of Alice’s Addiction, before I had to revise it for acceptance at Literotica.com/ Literotica has an age restriction barrier; no characters under the age of 18 permitted. Apparently, a character’s sexuality can only begin at that ambiguous age; they are not allowed to have a past. All that was revised (deleted) for Literotica were paragraphs 4 thru 10—highlighted in yellow, which were replaced with this mild, one line dig at censorship: Alice’s formative youth zips by as if it never existed.
Who we are destined to become as individuals is established in our formative youth. Within the first 6 years of life, our personality traits for the remainder of our lives are set in motion. Though they may change, or expand, as we grow older, our basic likes and dislikes are pretty much set in place by the age of 10 and our teen years are a time of exploration and experimentation; where we search for and, if we’re lucky, find our preferences for specific things and certain actions.
Fictitious/fantasy erotica is nothing more than the written extension of make-believe from childhood; “You be the doctor, I’ll be the patient” or “I’ll be the nurse, you be the patient”. In gay/lesbian/transgender society, this could be refined into “You be the nurse, I’ll be the other nurse”. The creation of believable fiction has probably been best described by Sharon Stone in “Basic Instinct” as a suspension of disbelief… a temporary suspension, mind you; doing so on a more permanent basis and you wind up in a padded room at a psycho ward, unattractively attired in a highly restrictive straightjacket, babbling incoherent mantras to your painfully-swollen genitals.
This temporary suspension of reality is necessary to the reader, but for the fiction writer to create a character—essentially out of their imagination, wherein none of the aforementioned is to be hinted at, thereby affecting who those characters are when they suddenly burst on the scene, is (“In my humble opinion”) literary dishonesty. I don’t know if this was the correct phraseology to employ, but it suffices well enough to get my point across. However, since I do have a loyal following at Literotica, and wish to continue this relationship with those readers, I follow the rules when posting there and I keep my opinionated mouth clamped shut.
For any of you who might be interested in reading more of my writings, a link to my bio and stories at Literotica is provided as the Homepage in my Yahoo profile.
Needless to say, this Author’s note is not included in the Literotica edition of this story.
A case of “doing the right thing” for the “wrong” girl.
By JordonLynn
Alice had a problem. Actually, it was more of an addiction, as much of a monkey on her back as any heroin junkie carried around with them.
The first inkling that this “problem” would be with her for the rest of her life came at an early age and it all began innocently enough with a Popsicle. Alice had been sucking on it, sliding it in and out of her mouth, shaping it into a point with her pouty lips.
There was nothing obscene about this act; all kids did it, and still do. Alice had simply gotten a little too carried away reshaping her Popsicle and ended up shoving too much of it in her mouth. She had gagged when the slippery Popsicle had entered her throat—as would be expected, but it had been right before she had felt like she was going to throw up, the feel of that tube of flavored ice sliding into her throat had given her a tingly feeling all over.
Remembering that tingly feeling the next day, she tried doing it again with another Popsicle. She kept gagging on it, but by the time she had finished sucking on the second half, she wasn’t gagging near as much and the tingling was much better when she didn’t.
Curious to find out if other things going down her throat would give her the tinglies all over too, she tried it with a hotdog while watching TV that night. The firmer hotdog was even better; mostly because it didn’t melt away and by the time she finally chewed it up and swallowed it, she could push the whole thing in and out of her throat… without gagging even once.
Bananas proved to be even better than a hotdog because she could make them all slickery with her spit while she was sucking them, which made it easier to slide it down into her throat. She really liked using really big bananas because they were longer and could go deeper into her throat, which made her tingle even more, especially between her legs.
With lots and lots more practice, she could be a sword swallower in the circus. But, a little voice inside her head said that this special talent wouldn’t be liked by grownups, especially her mom and dad, so she never said a word to anyone about being able to swallow a whole banana, not even her absolutely best friend in the whole world, Nancy.
By the time Alice entered high school, she had discovered boys, especially what boys had in their pants, that always got so hard whenever they made out. It only took two willingly given handjobs before Alice just had to find out if she could swallow all of a boy’s “thing”.
Needless to say, after swallowing ten inch bananas on a regular basis, going down on a boy’s “thing” was almost too easy for experimental Alice. But, there was also a very yummy reward for being able to swallow a boy’s thing; the tangy, slimy cream that erupted from their peeholes when they couldn’t take any more of her deep sucking. This was just as tingly to Alice as deep sucking their dicks… giving her an even stronger tingle in her sparsely-haired pussy.
It wasn’t long before Alice graduated to letting boys put their hard dicks inside her wet pussy. Fucking was okay, it felt good and it made her go all goofy inside, but not wanting to become pregnant, she always made the boy pull out before he shot his hot goo inside her and let him explode his cum down her throat. She especially liked doing it this way because then the boy’s dick would be glazed with the equally yummy taste of her pussy honey.
Alice was head cheerleader her senior year; a very popular cheerleader with the guys on the bench because sometimes she “accidentally” forgot to wear any panties, but she wasn’t a slut; meaning, she wasn’t known as the school punchboard. Even still, by the time she graduated high school, she had sucked off more than her share of hard dicks… her own, and possibly two other girls’ shares as well.
Alice didn’t even make it half way through her second year of junior college; she was making good money at her part time job as a topless/bottomless dancer and would make even better money doing it full time. For the next couple of years she danced at a number of different clubs—some not too bad, a few that were real dives—getting a real thrill out of making the guys out front hard by dancing just as nasty as she could, sucking off some of them out in the parking lot between sets, every once in a while letting them fuck her, always with the stipulation that she got to suck them off to another cum after they got finished fucking her pussy. It was giving truly great, sloppy, deepthroat, cum-swallowing blowjobs that invariably got Alice off on better than by being fucked.
It was while she was dancing at one of the “not too bad joints” that Alice tasted her first pussy… other than her own. She and another dancer had been tossing back tequila shooters one night at the other dancer’s apartment when the older woman had impulsively leaned over and kissed her… right on the mouth. Trying to comprehended what was going on with a booze-clouded mind, Alice opened her mouth to the other woman and in no time the both of them were hotly Frenching each other.
Mutual titty groping and nipple tweaking got worked into their heavy necking and the next thing Alice was aware of was that she was sprawled naked on the couch, one leg up on the back of it, the other foot on the floor and the woman was kneeling between her wide splayed legs, the woman’s face right in her crotch, noisily slurping away at her very wet pussy. The woman’s experienced mouth and tongue soon brought writhing Alice to an explosive climax and, once her soaring mind had rejoined the real world, she realized the polite thing to do would be to return the favor… as best she could, anyway.
Reversing their respective positions, Alice knelt between the woman’s wide open legs and slid her face right into the dancer’s bald pussy. The smell of hot, wet pussy had the same affect on her that the heady scent of male genitals did; it flared her nostrils with unquestionable lust. Even though she really didn’t have a clue about what she was supposed to be doing, Alice surprisingly brought the other woman off in a matter of only a few minutes; the woman actually ejaculating a clear tangy cum from her cunt into Alice’s face—by the third spurt, directly into her wide open mouth—as she orgasmed incredibly hard.
“That always happens the first time I’m with a new girl,” the dancer had informed her… as soon as the panting woman had been able to draw a deep enough breath to wheeze anything.
“Does that mean,” Alice had asked, attempting to lick the woman’s cum from her chin, “that, since I’m no longer a new girl, that it won’t happen again?”
“Not a chance,” the woman had replied with a grin. Reaching down, the woman had placed her hands on either side of Alice’s head and drawn her face up to her own. “For an absolute newbie, you eat pussy real good, honey.”
Author’s meandering foreword: This is the original version of Alice’s Addiction, before I had to revise it for acceptance at Literotica.com/ Literotica has an age restriction barrier; no characters under the age of 18 permitted. Apparently, a character’s sexuality can only begin at that ambiguous age; they are not allowed to have a past. All that was revised (deleted) for Literotica were paragraphs 4 thru 10—highlighted in yellow, which were replaced with this mild, one line dig at censorship: Alice’s formative youth zips by as if it never existed.
Who we are destined to become as individuals is established in our formative youth. Within the first 6 years of life, our personality traits for the remainder of our lives are set in motion. Though they may change, or expand, as we grow older, our basic likes and dislikes are pretty much set in place by the age of 10 and our teen years are a time of exploration and experimentation; where we search for and, if we’re lucky, find our preferences for specific things and certain actions.
Fictitious/fantasy erotica is nothing more than the written extension of make-believe from childhood; “You be the doctor, I’ll be the patient” or “I’ll be the nurse, you be the patient”. In gay/lesbian/transgender society, this could be refined into “You be the nurse, I’ll be the other nurse”. The creation of believable fiction has probably been best described by Sharon Stone in “Basic Instinct” as a suspension of disbelief… a temporary suspension, mind you; doing so on a more permanent basis and you wind up in a padded room at a psycho ward, unattractively attired in a highly restrictive straightjacket, babbling incoherent mantras to your painfully-swollen genitals.
This temporary suspension of reality is necessary to the reader, but for the fiction writer to create a character—essentially out of their imagination, wherein none of the aforementioned is to be hinted at, thereby affecting who those characters are when they suddenly burst on the scene, is (“In my humble opinion”) literary dishonesty. I don’t know if this was the correct phraseology to employ, but it suffices well enough to get my point across. However, since I do have a loyal following at Literotica, and wish to continue this relationship with those readers, I follow the rules when posting there and I keep my opinionated mouth clamped shut.
For any of you who might be interested in reading more of my writings, a link to my bio and stories at Literotica is provided as the Homepage in my Yahoo profile.
Needless to say, this Author’s note is not included in the Literotica edition of this story.
A case of “doing the right thing” for the “wrong” girl.
Alice’s Addiction
By JordonLynn
Alice had a problem. Actually, it was more of an addiction, as much of a monkey on her back as any heroin junkie carried around with them.
The first inkling that this “problem” would be with her for the rest of her life came at an early age and it all began innocently enough with a Popsicle. Alice had been sucking on it, sliding it in and out of her mouth, shaping it into a point with her pouty lips.
There was nothing obscene about this act; all kids did it, and still do. Alice had simply gotten a little too carried away reshaping her Popsicle and ended up shoving too much of it in her mouth. She had gagged when the slippery Popsicle had entered her throat—as would be expected, but it had been right before she had felt like she was going to throw up, the feel of that tube of flavored ice sliding into her throat had given her a tingly feeling all over.
Remembering that tingly feeling the next day, she tried doing it again with another Popsicle. She kept gagging on it, but by the time she had finished sucking on the second half, she wasn’t gagging near as much and the tingling was much better when she didn’t.
Curious to find out if other things going down her throat would give her the tinglies all over too, she tried it with a hotdog while watching TV that night. The firmer hotdog was even better; mostly because it didn’t melt away and by the time she finally chewed it up and swallowed it, she could push the whole thing in and out of her throat… without gagging even once.
Bananas proved to be even better than a hotdog because she could make them all slickery with her spit while she was sucking them, which made it easier to slide it down into her throat. She really liked using really big bananas because they were longer and could go deeper into her throat, which made her tingle even more, especially between her legs.
With lots and lots more practice, she could be a sword swallower in the circus. But, a little voice inside her head said that this special talent wouldn’t be liked by grownups, especially her mom and dad, so she never said a word to anyone about being able to swallow a whole banana, not even her absolutely best friend in the whole world, Nancy.
By the time Alice entered high school, she had discovered boys, especially what boys had in their pants, that always got so hard whenever they made out. It only took two willingly given handjobs before Alice just had to find out if she could swallow all of a boy’s “thing”.
Needless to say, after swallowing ten inch bananas on a regular basis, going down on a boy’s “thing” was almost too easy for experimental Alice. But, there was also a very yummy reward for being able to swallow a boy’s thing; the tangy, slimy cream that erupted from their peeholes when they couldn’t take any more of her deep sucking. This was just as tingly to Alice as deep sucking their dicks… giving her an even stronger tingle in her sparsely-haired pussy.
It wasn’t long before Alice graduated to letting boys put their hard dicks inside her wet pussy. Fucking was okay, it felt good and it made her go all goofy inside, but not wanting to become pregnant, she always made the boy pull out before he shot his hot goo inside her and let him explode his cum down her throat. She especially liked doing it this way because then the boy’s dick would be glazed with the equally yummy taste of her pussy honey.
Alice was head cheerleader her senior year; a very popular cheerleader with the guys on the bench because sometimes she “accidentally” forgot to wear any panties, but she wasn’t a slut; meaning, she wasn’t known as the school punchboard. Even still, by the time she graduated high school, she had sucked off more than her share of hard dicks… her own, and possibly two other girls’ shares as well.
Alice didn’t even make it half way through her second year of junior college; she was making good money at her part time job as a topless/bottomless dancer and would make even better money doing it full time. For the next couple of years she danced at a number of different clubs—some not too bad, a few that were real dives—getting a real thrill out of making the guys out front hard by dancing just as nasty as she could, sucking off some of them out in the parking lot between sets, every once in a while letting them fuck her, always with the stipulation that she got to suck them off to another cum after they got finished fucking her pussy. It was giving truly great, sloppy, deepthroat, cum-swallowing blowjobs that invariably got Alice off on better than by being fucked.
It was while she was dancing at one of the “not too bad joints” that Alice tasted her first pussy… other than her own. She and another dancer had been tossing back tequila shooters one night at the other dancer’s apartment when the older woman had impulsively leaned over and kissed her… right on the mouth. Trying to comprehended what was going on with a booze-clouded mind, Alice opened her mouth to the other woman and in no time the both of them were hotly Frenching each other.
Mutual titty groping and nipple tweaking got worked into their heavy necking and the next thing Alice was aware of was that she was sprawled naked on the couch, one leg up on the back of it, the other foot on the floor and the woman was kneeling between her wide splayed legs, the woman’s face right in her crotch, noisily slurping away at her very wet pussy. The woman’s experienced mouth and tongue soon brought writhing Alice to an explosive climax and, once her soaring mind had rejoined the real world, she realized the polite thing to do would be to return the favor… as best she could, anyway.
Reversing their respective positions, Alice knelt between the woman’s wide open legs and slid her face right into the dancer’s bald pussy. The smell of hot, wet pussy had the same affect on her that the heady scent of male genitals did; it flared her nostrils with unquestionable lust. Even though she really didn’t have a clue about what she was supposed to be doing, Alice surprisingly brought the other woman off in a matter of only a few minutes; the woman actually ejaculating a clear tangy cum from her cunt into Alice’s face—by the third spurt, directly into her wide open mouth—as she orgasmed incredibly hard.
“That always happens the first time I’m with a new girl,” the dancer had informed her… as soon as the panting woman had been able to draw a deep enough breath to wheeze anything.
“Does that mean,” Alice had asked, attempting to lick the woman’s cum from her chin, “that, since I’m no longer a new girl, that it won’t happen again?”
“Not a chance,” the woman had replied with a grin. Reaching down, the woman had placed her hands on either side of Alice’s head and drawn her face up to her own. “For an absolute newbie, you eat pussy real good, honey.”
