Sprite was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no sex or seduction in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Sprite `without sex or seduction?'
So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very slutty), whether the pleasure of writing erotica would be worth the trouble of getting up and finding pen and paper, when suddenly a redhead with lovely boobies ran close by her.
There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Sprite think it so very much out of the way to hear the redhead say to itself, `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late for the lesbian orgy!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the redhead actually took a Rabbit Vibrator out of her backpack, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Sprite started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a redhead with a Rabbit Vibrator, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after her, and fortunately was just in time to see her pop into a kinky sex club.
In another moment in went Sprite after her, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again...
Interests writing, music, movies, cats, day dreaming.
Favorite Books a wide variety, from comics to historical novels, to fantasy, to non-fiction.