Bunny's Tale

[IsabellaRose]

Chapter One - The Easter Surprise
Part 1

 

The apartment smelled like vanilla frosting and fresh lilies, with a hint of nervous sweat and cheap body spray. Bernadette LeClair, Bunny to friends, adjusted the ears on her head for the third time, trying to get the angle just right. Playful, but not crooked. Seductive, hopefully not cartoonish.

The white satin choker at her throat itched slightly, but she didn’t touch it. She’d already smoothed the pink satin bows on the tops of her thigh-high stockings, fluffed the fuzzy cotton tail nestled just above her garter strap, and double-checked the clasp on the matching bra three times. Everything was coordinated, white lingerie, delicate lace, and more pink bows than a box of Valentine's chocolates. Even the tiny gloves she wore were trimmed in pink ribbon. Her nails were painted bubblegum blush. She’d gone all in.

She had pushed the couch back and moved the coffee table aside to make room on the faux fur rug, lit  candles, filled baskets with little foil-wrapped chocolate eggs, and staged a smiling stuffed bunny that held a card that said 'I’m all yours!' in loopy marker script on the edge of the couch. On the kitchen counter, a cake box sat slightly askew, the lid open to reveal the icing that read 'Hop Into Me' in fondant-piped whimsy. It was sweet. It was sexy. It was so not her… but wasn’t that the point?

Bunny sat on the plush rug, knees folded under her, and tried to slow her breathing. Her phone was charging nearby, screen dark. She’d left the TV and music off. She wanted him to walk through the door and see her, not hear her, not smell dinner burning, not get distracted by a sitcom laugh track. Just… her, in bows and lace and everything he always joked he wanted her to be.

“He’s going to walk in,” she whispered to herself, tucking a loose lock of hair behind one ear, “and say, ‘Oh my God, Bunny. You look amazing.’”

She smiled, imagining his face, his eyes wide, his mouth open with stunned gratitude. She could practically hear his voice in her head, the teasing approval, the proud little smirk when he told her she was full of surprises. Tonight, she wouldn’t be the boring one, the background one, the predictable one. Tonight she would be the fantasy.

She stretched out on her stomach across the faux-fur throw, arching her back just enough to make sure the bunny tail popped right where it was supposed to, the curve from her waist to her hip highlighted. She giggled. It was unlike her, giggling, and it felt silly, but it had come out all by itself. Maybe she was inhabiting the role a little too much.

“Eat your heart out, Jessica Rabbit,” she said to herself.

The room was silent. She checked her phone. Nothing. Then, just as she reached for the wine she’d been pretending not to notice, her phone made a “ding” sound, the notification of a new text message. She swiped it up.

Brandon: Running late. Don’t wait up. Drinks with the guys

There it was… a dismissive single sentence. No 'sorry.' No 'rain check.' No 'can’t wait to see you.' Just beer and bros and not her. Bunny blinked once. She blinked again. The bunny ears on her head drooped slightly as if they reflected her mood. Her breath caught in her throat, then came out in a soft laugh, bright but brittle.

“Right. Of course.”

She opened the wine, pouring herself a full glass without ceremony. She didn’t even bother moving from the floor, she just spun around and sat up, curling her legs back under her as she sipped and stared up at the ceiling, her white-gloved fingers idly twirling the pink bow at her hip.

“Guess I’ll just seduce myself, then.”

She took another sip. The room flickered in candlelight, cozy and stupid and romantic. She could almost pretend it didn’t sting. Almost. She took another sip, then a gulp, and then downed the rest of the glass. The wine warmed her throat, a pleasant little burn beneath the sweetness.

Bunny didn’t cry. She didn’t even frown. She refilled her glass and sat there in her bows and lace, surrounded by pastel cheer and soft candlelight. She drank wine, trying not to think too hard about how many times this had happened before.

There was the time he forgot their anniversary, told her afterward he didn’t forget, he just didn’t think “month-aversaries” counted. She drank more wine. The time he showed up late to her promotion party and spent the night talking to her boss’s assistant instead. More wine. The Valentine’s dinner where he asked if they could “just chill” because he was stressed from work. Even more wine.

He never yelled, never hit, never called her names. He wasn’t abusive, not like her ex had been. He just… wasn’t there. And every time, she made excuses for him. Every time, she told herself he’s just not great at romance or guys don’t always know how to express things or I can’t expect him to read my mind. Every time, because he wasn't the absolute worst, she took the blame and bent herself into something softer. 

Tonight had been her idea. She told him, “Come home. I have a surprise for you.” He sent a thumbs-up emoji.

Her glass was empty again, so she refilled it and reached for the remote. Maybe she’d just play some background music, something gentle, something to fill the space. Her finger hovered over the power button, then she set the remote down. No. If he came home, she wanted it to be quiet. Wanted him to hear the hush of her breath, the flutter of her heart. She wanted the moment to mean something. Because… because maybe tonight would be different. Maybe he just needed to see her like this, to be reminded of her, of why he’d ever proposed to her in the first place. Maybe she could still be the woman who turned his world inside out. Maybe…

She felt stupid thinking about it, but when she stood up, the wine hit her all at once, heavy in her limbs, making her head feel full and fuzzy. The room swam for a moment and she sat back down, steadying herself. Thank God she hadn’t put on those ridiculously high heels he liked, the ones that made her look like a stripper. She forgot the couch wasn’t there and leaned back, almost falling backwards. She caught herself and laughed, feeling silly. She just needed to rest for a moment. It must be the dim candlelight that made her eyelids droop. She curled up sideways on the rug, one arm under her head, the other resting lightly on her bare stomach. She moved her stockinged toe through the soft, fuzzy fur of the rug. She closed her eyes, and in her half-dreaming haze, she pictured him finally stepping through the door with a gasp, a grin, a whispered, “Holy shit, Bunny…”

 

He would gather her up and kiss her slow, tell her he was sorry, that he was wrong, that he couldn’t believe how lucky he was… And she’d believe it. Just for a little while. The room blurred around the edges.

He loves me, she thought. He just forgets sometimes. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. She let the thought rock her gently into sleep, curled in bows and hope, dreaming of a man who loved her like she loved him.

Edited yesterday at 12:53 PM by IsabellaRose

[IsabellaRose]

Chapter One - The Easter Surprise
Part 2

At first, the dream was just warmth. A sun that didn’t burn, a wind that smelled like lilacs and sounded like laughter, a distant sound of bells or flutes or maybe just a different kind of laughter… it didn’t matter.

She was lying on grass that felt like velvet, her bunny ears fluttering in a breeze that kissed her bare skin. Someone… was it a woman? …whoever it was, someone was tracing her shoulder with fingertips like silk ribbons. Someone else whispered to her in a voice like honey, promising nothing she had to earn, only pleasures offered freely, lovingly. She turned her head and saw faces.

A man with yellow eyes and a teasing grin sprawled beside her like a lounging predator, his shirt half-open and his gaze full of mischief. He reminded her of a wolf, or maybe a fox, something canine and hungry, but more amused than anything. A pale woman in a gown of shadows and starlight leaned in clsoe, her lips hovering just above Bunny’s collarbone as if waiting for permission to worship her. An elfin figure with sunlit curls murmured poetry in a language Bunny didn’t speak, but somehow understood. He was comparing her beauty to that of a Goddess.

There were more. Shapes and forms blurred around the edges, beings with tails, with long ears, with eyes that glowed and teeth that nipped but never hurt. Their hands were warm, their mouths soft, their intentions clear. They want me. It was a kind of want with which she was familiar, the hunger of the flesh, but it was also more than that. They wanted her laugh, her thoughts, her joy, and they wanted to give her joy in return. They asked how she felt, how she liked to be touched, what made her heart skip. One of them knelt before her, eyes reverent, hands cradling her waist as if she were made of moonlight and sugar.

“You give pleasure like others breathe,” someone said. “And you deserve it in return.”

Someone kissed her wrist. Someone else kissed lower. She laughed, open and unguarded, and no one mocked it. They smiled, as if her laughter were the most sacred sound in the world. Every gaze that met hers said: You are enough. You are wanted. You are adored. She felt more desired than every before and oddly safe in the middle of that hungry group.

I could live here forever, she thought, naked in a field of flowers, their arms around me, their hearts open. I could finally be… home.

Bunny lay back on the velvet grass and basked in the feeling, the sun warming her skin, surrounded by her dream lovers, their touches gentle yet insistent, their eyes filled with a hunger that sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. The man with yellow eyes leaned in, his breath hot on her ear as he whispered, "You are a feast, Bunny. And we are starving."

The woman in the gown of shadows and starlight trailed her fingers down Bunny's arm, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. "You taste like honey and sin," she murmured, her lips brushing against Bunny's collarbone. "Let us worship you as you deserve."

Bunny's breath hitched as hands and tongues and lips began to explore her body, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. The elfin figure with sunlit curls kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers as his hands roamed over her curves. She could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against her thigh, hard and insistent.

Meanwhile, the man with yellow eyes trailed kisses down her neck, his teeth nipping gently at her skin. "You are too much for any one man, Bunny," he growled. "We are going to show you just how much you are wanted."

The woman's hands found their way to Bunny's breasts, her thumbs circling her nipples through the lace of her bra, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Bunny arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips as she surrendered to the sensations overwhelming her.

One of the other figures, a man with the body of a human and the horns of a goat, knelt between her legs, his breath hot on her inner thigh. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of mischief and desire. "May I?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Bunny nodded, her words lost in a gasp as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down and off over her stockinged legs, exposing her to his hungry gaze. He leaned in, his tongue tracing a slow, languorous path up her inner thigh, before finally, mercifully, reaching her most private spot. He took his time, exploring her folds with a dedication that left her breathless and quivering.

As his tongue delved into her, the man with yellow eyes positioned himself at her lips, his cock hard and ready. Bunny took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she sucked and licked, her head bobbing in time with the movements of the goat-man between her legs.

The woman's hands never stopped their torment, her fingers rolling and pinching Bunny's nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core, where they mingled with the sensations caused by the goat-man's tongue and lips.

Bunny was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body on fire with need and desire. She could feel an orgasm building, a storm gathering in her core, ready to explode and consume her. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, her body writhing and arching as she sought release. The goat-man's tongue worked miracles, his fingers joining in, one, then two, stretching and filling her as he curled them, hitting that sweet spot that sent stars exploding behind her eyes.

The man with yellow eyes gripped her hair, his hips bucking as he fucked her mouth, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. The woman leaned in, her lips capturing Bunny's nipple, sucking and biting gently, her hands roaming over Bunny's body, touching, teasing, driving her wild. Bunny could feel the orgasm building, the storm ready to break. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, a loud, desperate sound, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Let go, Bunny," the man with the yellow eyes said, his voice strained with effort. "Let us feel you come undone."

And with those words, she did. Her body convulsed, her inner muscles clenching and releasing around the goat-man’s fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, threatening to drown her in its intensity. She screamed, a loud, primal sound, around the cock in her mouth, her body bucking and writhing as her lovers held her down, their touches, kisses, and words of encouragement sending her higher and higher. It lasted forever, but was over in an instant.

As she floated back down to earth, her body slick with sweat and her breath coming in ragged gasps, she looked up into the eyes of her lovers, their expressions filled with a mix of satisfaction and pride.

"You are amazing, Bunny," the goat-man said, his voice soft and gentle as he stroked her hair. "Absolutely amazing."

The man with yellow eyes leaned down, kissing her gently on the lips. "You deserve more than we can give," he said.

Bunny smiled, a contented, sated smile, as she snuggled into the circle of their arms, her body still humming with the aftermath of her orgasm. She had never felt so loved, so wanted, so completely and utterly satisfied. And as she drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the warmth and safety of her dream lovers, she knew that she never wanted to leave this place, this feeling, this perfect, sensual, fulfilling dream.

But the loud crash of the front door didn’t give her a choice.

[IsabellaRose]

Chapter One - The Easter Surprise
Part 3

CRASH!

The door burst open with a bang and a chorus of laughter, the kind that echoed too loud off the walls and carried on a wave of beer breath and cheap cologne. Brandon stumbled in first, followed by his three best friends, all loud, laughing, and swaying. Chad dropped a half-empty bottle on the entry table. Thad crushed a folded, pastel paper egg under one foot and didn’t even notice.

Bunny sat up from where she’d fallen asleep on the rug, blinking in the candlelight, disoriented. The dream still clung to her like silk and for half a second she thought she was still there, that her dream lovers had materialized before her. She felt a momentary pang of loss followed by disappointment. She briefly hoped that Brandon would be amazed, but he didn’t look amazed. He barely looked at all. She realized she was splayed out on a faux fur rug in lingerie when Brandon’s friends started commenting.

“Jesus,” Brad barked out a laugh, stopping dead in his tracks. “Is this a Playboy shoot or a holiday strip show?”

“No complaints here.” Chad made a snorting laugh sound. “Damn, Brandon, you didn’t tell us your girl was hiding all that under that librarian act.”

“What happens if I pull her cotton tail,” said Thad, stepping towards her with a leering grin. “Is the tail an eeeerogenous zone?” He drew out the word erogenous as if he weren’t certain how to pronounce it correctly.

They all laughed, even Brandon.

Bunny scrambled to her feet, heart racing, cheeks burning. The dream was gone now, ripped away by the reality of these ogling, sneering idiots. She was in her underwear in front of his friends, the boys club, the assholes. She used her forearm to cover her breasts and put her other hand in front of her panties.

“Brandon,” she said, voice barely above a whisper as she looked to him, her eyes pleading. Help me.

He didn’t even meet her eyes. “She’s not into that,” he said with a careless shrug from behind the counter in the kitchen as he cracked open another beer. “She’s not into much, honestly.”

That stung more than all the comments before.

“But hey,” he added, gesturing to the room, “maybe if you assholes clear out, I’ll get lucky tonight.”

There was another round of laughter, and she looked around, saw the way they looked at her, and Bunny broke. A hot tear slid down her cheek before she could stop it. She turned and almost ran, her stockinged feet slipping on the marble floor, the bunny ears bouncing wildly as she fled to the bedroom. Their laughter trailed after her.

“Oh come on,” Brandon called as she made her escape. “Don’t be like that, Bun. You started it.”

She slammed the door behind her with a hollow, echoing sound and threw herself onto the bed. Her fists gripped the comforter, her whole body shaking with fury and heartbreak tangled together. He’d ruined everything, and he didn’t even notice. She hated him. She hated him so much. So why did she still love him?

[IsabellaRose]

Chapter One - The Easter Surprise
Part 4

The knock came a few minutes later, soft, lazy.

“Bun? Hey. Come on. I told them to leave.” His voice was slurred at the edges.

She didn’t answer. Just lay still, eyes burning, mascara running, leaving marks on her pillow.

The door creaked open. Brandon leaned in the doorway, still holding a beer, almost like it was a shield. He gave her a half-smile, the kind he used to get flirt with waitresses and get out of parking tickets.

“It was a joke, babe. You know how they are. I didn’t mean anything.”

Bunny turned her face away but otherwise didn’t move.

“You looked hot,” he added. “Really hot. Honestly, it kinda blew my mind.”

She said nothing.

“C’mon,” he said, stepping in. “Let me make it up to you.” His voice dropped, smoothing into something he probably thought was sexy. He set the beer down on the nightstand and crawled onto the bed, sliding up behind her. His hands, warm and heavy, moved across her waist.

“You went all out,” he murmured against her ear. “So let me... you know. Say thank you.”

The Short Version

Spoiler

He reached for her, his hands rough and demanding as he tried to pull her close. Bunny could feel his erection pressing against her, and she knew what was coming. He was quick and rough, his movements fueled by alcohol and little else. He came with a grunt, collapsing beside her, already snoring softly.

The Long Version

Spoiler

She didn’t protest, not with words, she just let him touch her, let him take, the way he always did.  Brandon's hands roamed her body with a sense of entitlement, his touches clumsy as usual. He pulled down the straps of her bra, exposing her breasts. His gaze was glazed over, that look in his eyes that told her what he wanted. "You're so fucking sexy, Bunny," he murmured, his voice slurring slightly. "I can't believe you did all this for me."

He kissed her neck, his stubble scratching her skin, and she winced slightly. His hands moved to her breasts, squeezing too hard, his thumbs rubbing her nipples in a way that felt more like a chore than an act of pleasure. She tried to focus on the sensation, to will herself to feel something, anything, but it was like trying to ignite a wet match.

"God, your tits are perfect," he slurred, his breath hot and beer-scented against her ear. "I could squeeze them all night."

He moved down her body, his hands pulling at her panties, his movements jerky, clumsy. He pushed her thighs apart, his knees rough against her soft skin, and she could feel his erection, hard and insistent, pressing against her. He entered her with a grunt, his hips moving in a quick, jerky rhythm that was more about his own pleasure than hers.

Bunny lay there, her body tense and unyielding, then finally relaxing as much as she could while Brandon pounded into her. He was breathing heavily, his grunts and groans filling the room, but she felt nothing but a growing sense of shame and embarrassment. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and she could feel his body tensing, his movements becoming more erratic.

"Fuck, Bunny," he panted. "You feel so good. So tight."

She didn't respond, didn't make a sound, as he chased his own pleasure, using her body to get there. His movements became faster, more desperate, and with a final, shuddering groan, he came, his body collapsing on top of hers, his weight pinning her to the mattress. When he spoke his voice was a sleepy mumble.

 “You should dress up more often.” He rolled off her a moment later and was softly snoring in no time, his arm flung out as if he were making a grand gesture.

Bunny lay there, her body heavy and her heart aching, as she stared up at the ceiling, her eyes burning with unshed tears. She felt used, dirty, and more alone than ever. Brandon's breathing evened out, and she could tell he was already deep in sleep, his body sated and his mind far from her. She stared at the ceiling and tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to escape.

Her skin felt dirty, and her cheeks burned with shame. She had tried so hard to please him, to be the fantasy he wanted, and all she felt was emptiness and humiliation. As she lay there, listening to Brandon's snores, she couldn't help but feel like a failure, like a woman who wasn't enough to satisfy the man she loved.

Her chest ached. But she didn’t cry again. Instead, she stood up. Her legs were shaky, not from pleasure, but from shame and exhaustion. She padded out of the bedroom in her stockinged feet.

The living room was dim, still faintly smelling of wine and sugared frosting. The little stuffed bunny sat on the table, its sign still beaming: I’m all yours!

“No, you’re not,” she whispered.

[IsabellaRose]

Chapter One - The Easter Surprise
Part 5

Bunny curled up on the couch, pulling a blanket around her, and let the silence wrap her up tighter than his arms ever had. She didn’t love him. Not really. She had just sold herself on loving him, like she was some kind of used love salesman trying to pawn off something no one else wanted on her subconscious. She had wanted a man, had wanted love, had wanted… what? Something more than what she had now, that was for sure. She knew she didn’t love him, but she’d invested so much time into them, into making them a couple, that now she didn’t know who she was without him.

She pulled the blanket more tightly around her, but the comfort she sought eluded her. Her body ached with a mixture of physical discomfort and emotional turmoil. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and reached for the bottle of wine, taking a long, slow sip. The liquid warmed her throat, but it did little to ease the emptiness inside her. She tipped it back again, hoping that a second sip would help. It didn’t.

She set the bottle down and lay back on the couch. She let her hand drift to her thigh, tracing the lace trim of her stockings. She imagined how she had wanted him to touch her, and her own fingers mimicked that touch. Her fingers moved tentatively at first, but as she closed her eyes and leaned back into the cushions, she allowed herself to explore further. Her fingers trailed up her inner thigh, teasingly slow, as she tried to capture the sensations he should have given her, but instead of her dream version of Brandon, she found her mind wandered to her dream lovers from earlier.

She imagined their hands on her, their touches gentle yet insistent, their eyes filled with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. She let out a soft moan, her body responding to the memory of their caresses. Her fingers found their way between her legs, tracing delicate patterns that sent jolts of pleasure through her.

Bunny's breath hitched as she moved over her most sensitive spot, finding that tiny nub and easing it in small circles. Usually that was all she needed to bring herself to climax, but this time she slipped a finger inside and felt more aroused than she expected, her hips arching slightly off the couch. She added another finger, mimicking the movements of her dream lovers, her imagination running wild with the sensations they had evoked. She could almost feel their hands on her, their mouths kissing and sucking, their bodies pressing against hers. Her breathing quickened, her heart pounding in her chest as she worked herself toward heightened arousal. She curled her toes, her body tensing with anticipation.

She was bringing herself to the climax Brandon couldn’t, or wouldn’t, and just as she felt it about to break, brightness filled the room. She had heard about people seeing stars behind their eyes, but this was actual light, and it interrupted her climax, her body quivering, her eyes open wide, then squinting into the strange brightness in the living room. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open to see a swirling circle of misty light spread out in the air before her. The circle widened, and the space inside revealed a blackness, a hole into nothing. She must be dreaming again, because it looked like some kind of portal was opening in the middle of the living room.

She felt the pull before she could think. Something tugged at her as if she were weightless, lifting her from the couch. Her eyes widened in shock as she floated across the middle of the room, not touching the floor, walls, or ceiling, pulled by some unseen force through the air like some kind of magic trick. The pull grew in strength, pulling harder, picking up momentum, until the tips of her toes moved inside of that empty, black space and she felt coldness, then an inexplicable warmth.

Panic rose inside her chest then, like someone beating a drum inside of her, like tendrils of ice crawling up her veins and freezing her muscles. She wanted to thrash against this pull, but even if she could move her arms, there was nothing to help her slow her movement into the blackness within the swirling circle of misty lights. She never screamed, her voice was stuck in her throat as she was sucked into the vortex, one hand still buried between her thighs, her body hot and ready for release, her mind filled with fear and confusion and the slight humming buzz of too much alcohol.

Binny fell through nothing and everything, her body tumbling and spinning in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. As she flipped end over end she found she was able to move again. The muscles that seemed to have frozen when she was hovering in the air over the couch were now under her own control, and she removed her fingers from between her legs and straightened her panties. Time seemed to pass strangely in this nowhere realm. She had no idea how long she spun and flipped through that weirdly lit space, it felt like hours but could have been seconds, and it was over as suddenly as it had begun.

[IsabellaRose]

Chapter One - The Easter Surprise
Part 6

There was no portal or entry into a new space. She was just simply no longer moving. Something solid was beneath her as if she were on a floor or the ground. Everything seemed dark but was also filled with colors, a strangeness her brain couldn’t reconcile. Blinking away the kaleidoscopic blindness, her vision slowly returned.

She found herself in a field of soft, velvety grass, the sun warming her skin, and a gentle breeze rustling the leaves above. The air was filled with the scent of exotic flowers and the sound of birdsong. She was near the edge of a forest, a few around her and more nearby, the actual depth of the forest an easy walk from where she lay. She craned her neck from side to side, but saw no one nearby. She was alone.

Bunny looked down at herself. She still wore the white lingerie with pink bows, bra, panties, garter and stockings, and the little white gloves. She felt the choker at her neck. Nothing about her had change, including the fact that her body still ached for release, but she could smell her own arousal much stronger than she ever had before. She lifted her finger toward her face and could smell herself clearly, a slightly sweet, slightly tangy warm scent that carried a hint of flowery spice. It was off-putting. She’d never noticed it before, but now that she had, it was all she could focus on, and she wanted to wash it off, get rid of it, smell normal.

She knew that she had bigger problems than her scent. She had just experienced some Narnia-level space-time portal insanity. This had to be a dream, despite how real it felt. If it wasn’t a dream, then she had no idea where she was, how she’d got there, or how to get back home. She tried not to panic, tried to maintain her composure, but despite her rising panic, her mind kept coming back around to fingering herself to orgasm. Some part of her was convinced that it was all she really wanted right now, and unbelievably in her bizarre situation, that part of her mind seemed to win out.

With a deep breath, she lay back in the grass and closed her eyes, her legs inadvertently falling open as if in invitation to anyone who might be nearby. But there was no one around. She wished her dream lovers were here, the goat-man and his skilled tongue, the woman wrapped in midnight silk who made her breasts feel like the center of the universe, the man with the yellow eyes who fucked her mouth and made her love it. But she was alone.

She could finish what she’d started, pleasure herself to orgasm. She wished silently for those dream lovers one more time, hoping they’d show up to give her the sensations she’d experienced in her fantasy. But she was still alone. So much for the power of manifestation.

The sun warmed her nearly naked body as she slid one hand between her legs and closed her eyes. She had barely started working small circles over her clit with her fingertips when a low, bass voice came to her from the direction of the trees.

“Well, hello there, little bunny.” The voice resonated in her belly and carried a musical quality to it. It sounded as if the speaker might break into song at any moment. “You are quite the unexpected sight.”