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Alice

‘Oh cummon Susan’, said Alice. ‘You know you want to!’

Susan signed and got up. ‘Fuck Alice, every weekend. You’ve got a problem.’

‘Whatever!’

Ten minutes later Alice was on her way to the White Rabbit pub. Her connection would be there, waiting with the goods.

Walking down the dark corridor to the pub toilets, her stash in her sweaty hand, Alice smiled. Life was about to get better.  A long slow sip of her drink sent liquid gold through her veins.  She felt the world spin away from her, the walls receding as she reached the door.  She sat on the closed toilet and exhaled slowly. In a few short seconds, nothing would matter anymore; she would be able to vanish, creeping beneath social radar and be safe with her secret.

Again she smiled when she slid the square of cardboard out of envelope; the cupcake design amusing to her. Her lips parted for the morsel and she slowly sucked the goods.

As she left the toilets, the trickle of altered reality began to seep into her consciousness. A running tap consumed her and she stood staring as the basin overflowed; the water running over her feet and into her shoes.

‘What the hell?’ she asked an advert on the wall. The mouse in the picture stared back at her, silent. The other animals on the poster began to run around, leaping off the wall and scampering away.

Shaking her head, Alice walked back into the pub.

‘Come with me,’ said her dealer. ‘We’re going to my house.’

Unable to resist, Alice left the White Rabbit with him.

Later that night, still unable to control her sense of self, she lay next to the dealer. Looking at his naked body, penis like a caterpillar draped on his thigh, she felt like the Queen of Hearts.

He turned to her and smiled, his teeth whitely visible in the night against his dark skin.

‘Now that was some trip into wonderland,’ he said as he reached over to light his hooka.

inspired by artwork by Jeftoon01 Source: http://jeftoon01.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=24#/d265ukf

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a repost from my old blog

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Smoky people

This is a blog inspired by a random wiki article
read the article first if you want the story to make real sense
or don’t
whatever
🙂

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thunderhead_Mountain

Once, a long long time ago and far far away a group of small mountain people lived in the trees on top of a very very high mountain. No one else lived near the top of the mountain so the Smoky people lived alone in harmony.

They made their homes in the holes in the trees. The mommies and daddies collected feathers and bits of fur and made warm places for the children to sleep. The children played on the branches of the trees, jumping and skipping and hiding.

The Smoky people were small and light green. They had big dark eyes, like melting chocolate. Their ears were tiny and flat against their heads. They all wore trousers made from soft silky leaves. They had hats which looked like the flowers that grew on the trees. Their feet were broad and flat with toes which could grip the tree branches like monkeys.

They could not hear very well though, but they did not need to. They talked to each other in high squeaks and sang like bells tinkling in the wind. The only danger they faced was that from birds. And their ears could hear the high pitched sound a bird’s heart makes as it flies. When they heard a bird coming, they would crouch down, under their flower hats and sit very still under the bird flew away.

The Smoky people were happy all the time. But they were most happy when they could hear god purr. Sometimes the sky would be lit up with great big flashes of light and water would fall from the branches above them. When this happened everyone got excited and would all gather on a branch and look up at the sky. Their little ears would strain to hear the distant rumble of god. They would clutch each other in excitement as they got drenched and saw their world in flashes of light.

And when the rumble of gods purr reached their ears they would leap about it joy, slipping and sliding on the wet branches, grateful to hear the joy of god.

And then one day a strange tall person arrived. He arrived below the Smoky peoples’ trees and brought with him strange large animals that rumbled too and ate all the grass. The man started to cut down the trees to make more space for the strange, chewing, lowing animals. And the happy people had to leave their trees and move to other trees further down the slope.

And still the man cut down the trees and still further from the top of the mountain the little people had to move. The flowers on the new trees looked different and the birds found and carried away some of the Smoky people. The trees were different and some children slipped and fell, vanishing into the green below. The happy people were now sad and lost.

Then one day the water fell and the sky lit up again. The sad people once again sang with joy and gathered at the edge of a branch and listened. They listened more carefully than they ever had. They needed to hear their god purr; they had lost so much else already. But the water fell and the sky lit up and there was no purr. Their god did not purr for them anymore.

And still, to this day, these little people live too far down the mountain to hear the thunder with their little ears. And they think they have lost their god.

red ridinghood

Red snapped the suspended buckle onto her red stockings and straightened up. She smoothed the three inches of skirt she was wearing over her thighs and slid into her leather boots. Her breasts bulged under the tight lacy blouse she had squeezed into and readjusted to maximise the effect. She checked her basket and smiled at the contents. The chequered blanket went over the top and she tucked it in tightly.

She heard Wolf’s motorbike before he even turned into the street. He was early; she knew he would be.

They were off to meet a woman they had met on ‘like-you-like-me.com’; a website for ‘adventurous’ couples. Red hadn’t been so keen to start with; she thought just the two of them was enough. But Wolf (Warren actually – he had decided to be Wolf when swinging) had threatened to leave and so she had capitulated.

She was very surprised to discover that she quite enjoyed the role-playing. She was a bit bored with being Little Red Ridinghood, but her red hair did lend itself to it. Maybe goldilocks next week and then he can be in a bear suit! Red chuckled at that thought as she opened the door to Warren.
‘Hello Warren,’ she said ‘um, I mean Wolf.’
Her boyfriend smiled down at her, his greying hair flipped back over his broad forehead. She looked at him with his wide side burns and long nose and thought, not for the first time, that he did look rather wolf-like.

‘So, who are we meeting tonight?’ he asked, checking the basket.
‘Someone called Bella. She seemed fine; a bit downtrodden.’
‘Just like we like them.’

Red got onto the back of Wolf’s bike. She knew her skirt was so short that the drivers behind her could see the red lace-and-leather underwear. She smiled a secret smile and slid closer to Wolf.

They arrived at the discrete club perfectly on time. No one lifted an eyebrow when they walked in; Mother Goose was at the Jukebox, Little Miss Muffet sat with her hands down the pants of Jacky Horner in a dark corner and Snow White danced slowly around a pole in the middle of the room.

They walked up to the bar and ordered drinks.
‘Big night I see,’ said Popeye the barman, eying the basket.

Ten minutes later the manager approached them with the news that Bella was not going to make it. She had phoned and said her sisters had insisted she look after their aging father tonight. Irritated they both finished their drinks and considered leaving.

It was then that she walked in. He was too perfect for them not to notice. Dressed in a flowering housedress with sensible shoes and a scarf over her head, she looked like destiny.

‘It’s Granny’ whispered Red, squirming on her seat. ‘No way!’
‘No shit Sherlock,’ answered Wolf, smoothing down his sideburns.
They smiled at each other. ‘Let’s go.’

It took all of ten minutes for Red, Wolf and Granny to leave the bar. They walked up to Granny’s flat, not far from the fetish bar. Red unpacked her basket and Granny blanched. ‘I am not so sure about all that leather,’ she said. ‘And whips are not my thing really.’

Wolf leapt on her as she tried to reach the door.
‘Too late you old hag’ he growled at her as he and Red tied her to the bed. Her screams were halted by a gingham cloth thrust into her mouth.

Three hours later, satiated and drenched with sweat, Red removed the rag from the woman’s mouth.
“Oh shit. I think she is not breathing.’
‘What? No no no. This is never the plan.’
‘Well it’s happened. What are we going to do?’

Red and Wolf tied the woman up, wrapped her in a blanket and shoved her into the cupboard. They sprinkled vanilla essence on her to halt the discovery of the body and wiped the room clean.

Six days later, Michelle, a newly brunette hairdressing assistant and her boyfriend Warren, a crew cut bleach blonde, watched with the rest of the onlookers as the corpse of the unknown woman was removed from the flat.

Little did they know that teethmarks tell an indelible story.