Peter Pan Sex story.
Peter Pan: Child-like curiosity. Chapter I.
Wendy basked in the sunlight, enjoying the warmth of the day. A beautiful day in Neverland and for one there were no pirates trying to attack them all. Her nose caught a whiff of something unpleasant. She glanced around, there were blossoms in the trees and flowers on the ground and all smelled sweet. She looked down at herself, her nightgown was a little grubby, she had been wearing it for a couple of days now. Experimentally she sniffed at the cloth. There it was. The thing that smelled was her. “What I need.” She said to herself. “Is a good hot bath. Well, any bath will do, hot or cold as long as it gets me clean.” She thought hard. There was a lake not to far from here, there was nothing that could catch her, like a cruel mermaid and she would be fine as long as no pirates came along. It was a mile away, which would be quite a walk but that wasn’t to far to fly. “A nice bath, being nice and clean.” She whispered to herself, concentrating on that happy thought. Her body lifted from the ground and she zoomed off in the direction of the lake.
The wind rushed over her body, penetrating the thin material of her nightdress. The air brought a chill to her young body, just beginning to move into the cusp of womanhood, her small bosom wasn’t so small anymore, getting on a handful right now. Maybe her father was right and he was growing up, but she still had a bit of childhood left in her. The cold air was doing something odd, rushing over her body, making the nipples on her small breasts harden and rub against the material. Despite the cold there was a heat in her core and it was spreading in the most peculiar way. Wind rushed up between her legs, ticking her bare womanhood, one did not wear underwear in bed. Combined with this mysterious heat it was something strangely nice.
The water stretched out, crystal clear and gorgeous to behold. Wendy smiled as she glided down to the ground. The sun was warm and the grass below her feet was soft and comfortable. Wendy looked left and right, listening hard, there wasn’t a sign of life for miles except the chirp of birds. Read the rest of this entry »
Harry Potter sex adventures.
Harry potter and the accidental casting. Chapter Ia.
Harry growled and tossed his quill onto the table. Hermione looked over with a disapproving look on her face. “Problems?” She asked, Harry nodded. “I can’t think of how to get this spell to work.”
Their homework was to either write an entirely new spell, or to find a new use for an already existing one. It was proving tricky for everyone. “What exactly are you trying to do?” Harry shrugged his shoulders. “It’s complicated.” Hermione playfully slapped the back of his head. “Don’t give me that. Now come on, what are you trying to do.” She glanced at the book and skimmed at the section he was reading. *How to make an Invisibility cloak for dummies – so simple a squib can do it.* Hermione looked at him. “So what are you trying to make?” Harry sighed and shrugged his shoulders yet again. “I guess I watched too much, Lord of the Rings, over the summer.” Hermione thought about it for a minute, but before Harry could continue, it clicked. “A magic ring to make you invisible? You have been watching too much Lord of the Rings.” She laughed. “What makes you think that would work? Invisibility cloaks work by covering the person, its common knowledge that any item intended to bring invisibility to the wearer it supposed to be larger than the actual wearer.” She pointed to the first line of How to make an Invisibility cloak for dummies. “It say’s so right there.” Harry handed her his notes, a smile growing on his face.
Hermione glanced down and read what he was working on. An expanding magical field! It would mean that the magic would expend to the exact size of the wearer of the object. It was better than an invisibility cloak because you didn’t run the risk of snagging it on anything. It also meant that the size of the enchanted object was irrelevant. The thing that surprised Hermione most of all, was the fact that it could work. In a move that shocked Harry, she picked up the book and tossed it away. “This is amazing Harry. You’ve single headedly. Re-written every rule on making an invisibility object. What is causing you so much frustration?” Harry pointed again to his notes. “Look at the last line.” Hermione glanced down and read the sentence in detail. Power unstable. Object will not hold spell indefinitely. “I see. Its like a battery, only has limited power.” Harry nodded. “The longest I’ve managed to get is about five minutes of use.” Hermione stared in surprise. “But that’s great, it’ll easily get you full marks on your homework.” But Harry was not satisfied. “I need more time. At least an hour.” He slammed his fist into the table, which made people around the common roof stare at them. Hermione nodded, Harry was not only thinking of his homework, but practically. He wanted to be able to use this object in the inevitable battles they always managed to get themselves into. It was a clever idea because an enchanted ring or bracelet was much easier to carry around than an invisibility cloak. She sighed and handed his notes back to him, this was a conundrum. She thought about it for a moment, was there a spell that could be used? “I might have a few books you can use.” She muttered eventually. Harry’s eyes lit up and a smile twitched onto his face. “Really?” Hermione smiled and nodded. “What’s the old saying? ‘You scratch my back’.” Harry sighed. “What do you need?” Hermione, smiled. “I need a test for my project.” She asked nervously. Harry nodded. “What exactly does your project do?” Hermione looked excited by the prospect of explaining something ‑ complicated. “I was thinking practically, like you. Something we might also be able to use in a battle with Voldemort. It’s a potion that would make the drinkers skin impervious to penetration. Spell, knives, swords, even bullets if I got the mix right. I call it a Rock skin potion.” Harry was impressed, he knew Hermione had been working on something difficult, but what she’d done sounded almost impossible. “Why do you need me?” He asked, he suspected he might not like the answer, but he had to know. Hermione rubbed the back of her neck nervously and had a weak smile on her face. “In case anything goes wrong. I need to observe the affects in order to know how to modify the potion.” Harry was right, he didn’t like the answer. But he also wanted to figure out how to make his invisibility ring work and if she had the answer then it would save him hours, even days of research in the library. “Fine. I’ll see you in my room in say, ten minutes?” Hermione nodded. “See you there.” Read the rest of this entry »
Ben 10 Adult Story
Ben 10: Small problem. Chapter I.
This was quite the treat for them, to be staying in a motel instead of the back of the Winnebago. Ben and Gwen sat at the table of the vehicle waiting for Grandpa Max to return. “A night without your snoring.” Gwen said with a dreamy smile on her face. “Bliss.” “Me snore? You’re the one that goes off like a chainsaw every night.” Ben snapped right back. Gwen glared and frowned at him. “As if doofus. Why do you think I like camping outside? It’s the only quiet I get.” “Why do you think I like you camping outside? It’s the only peace that I get.”
“That’s enough you two.” Max’s voice interrupted the two of them. He stepped into the Winnebago and tossed a room key onto the table. Gwen snatched it up before Ben could even blink. “You’re in room 7.” “Uh, grandpa, where’s my key?” Ben asked. He didn’t like the way that the events were playing out. Max looked at the two of them. “We have a tight budget, you two are sharing a room.” “GRANDPA!!!” Both kids yelled in unison with twin tones of shock and disapointment. “For goodness sake you two, you’ve been sleeping in the same room for weeks. Surely you can survive another night.” “Don’t bet on it.” Ben muttered under his breath. He had been looking forward to a comfortable hotel room all of his own. Now he had to share one with his geeky cousin. If he went Heatblast during the night and cooked his cousin then he wouldn’t be to blame.
Things went from bad to worse for them when they arrived at room 7. Gwen was the who opened to door and was the first to discover the problem first. “Grandpa.” She yelled angrily. Max, in the room next door, poked his head out and looked at the two of them. “There’s only one bed.” She demanded. Ben poked his head into the room and saw, with dismay, that she was right. There was only one double bed. “The best I could do.” Max muttered. “There weren’t any rooms with single beds in them. It won’t kill you to share something for once.” “Don’t bet on it.” Gwen muttered. She stomped her way into the room. Ben sighed and shook his head. This was going to be a long night. Read the rest of this entry »
Alice in Wonderland Sex Story.
Alice in New wonderland. Chapter I
Alice stared out of her bedroom window and sighed. She was just so bored. Her eighteenth birthday had passed several days ago and her joy had left with the party. Her cat Dina lay on the ledge beside her, sleeping in the sun.
Alice remembered little about her adventures in wonderland, which had happened almost ten years ago to the day.
Her tutor had decided that since it was such a nice day that they should have their lesson outdoors. Then she’d seen the white rabbit and the whole crazy adventure began. There were only bits and pieces that she managed to recall, mostly in her dreams. But what she did remember most of all, was that despite all of the confusion, she’d enjoyed her time in wonderland.
Alice turned away from the window and wandered away from the view. She had grown bored with the way her life was going in the last few years. Nothing that had happened had ever come close to the excitement of her adventure. It was because of this boredom that Alice had been trying to get back to wonderland. She didn’t believe that she simply dreamed the whole thing, wonderland, although it had been unbelievable, it had felt so real to her.
Alice had spent many hours in the expansive library in her families’ home. Wonderland had become an obsession for her and she had read endless volumes trying to find clues as to its existence. Alice had found only vague references in a few volumes on mythology. If you looked hard enough, you could find out anything you wanted.
*Legends of heathen tribes.* Was the one volume where she’d found the most information. She read stories of a tribe people who had stepped into twisted realities and came home with tales that were almost unbelievable. Most importantly she was trying to find a way to get back. The wild adventures of wonderland were just the spice she needed in her life. After all the hours of research, she had managed to work out that an entrance to wonderland didn’t truly exist in the real world, but they were formed by the desires of humans.
A belief that was supported by what happened to her in her childhood. She had been bored with her life at the time and wanted so much to have an exciting adventure that an entrance to wonderland was formed in a nearby rabbit hole. A resident of wonderland, the white rabbit, had shown her way in. Read the rest of this entry »
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