Erica's Adventures in Wonderland

A bit of history on this story. I started it about four years ago as something just for me and my then-girlfriend to enjoy. A way for us to indulge our fantasies that were (unfortunately) physically impossible. We eventually decided to share a few chapters on our LiveJournal to get some feedback. Then around chapter six-ish, we broke up, but I continued to write. Two years later I've dusted off the file, changed all of my ex's name with my old online alter-ego Erica, and here we are.

I've been told this story is a little too-hardcore for some, and I certainly understand that. It's very analy-fixated (mostly directed towards the boy). It's also very female-dominant. It takes awhile for the futa to start up, but I'd like to think it's worth the wait. :)

I think that's all I wanted to say before hand. So, here are the first two chapters.

Chapter one

Chris was lying on his back, stark naked and handcuffed to the headboard of his king sized bed. The new apartment he moved into with his girlfriend Erica proved to be useful for having all kinds of great, kinky sex all day long. No more worrying about other people being home, or walking in. They had the place to themselves, just the two of them.

Chris and Erica have been together for three years now. Over the course of their relationship, they've gone from two shy kids too scared to make the first move, to the all-out, absolutely-anything-goes sex fiends they are today.

Chris has always been a very submissive guy. A friend once called him a bottom's bottom — a joke that stuck with him for a while. Erica, however, has made a lot of progress. When they first met, she was a timid girl, very inexperienced in a lot of ways. Three years later, she's been able to make Chris cum by just whispering dirty things in his ears.

Chris was a big guy. Just over six feet tall, jet black hair, and a pretty husky build. Certainly not fat, but he indeed have some meet on his bones. His girlfriend Erica was a little on the shorter side, just under five and half feet tall. She always felt a little ashamed by her height, most girls of 17 are still a bit taller. She, too, had dark black hair. Betty Paige-esque bangs up front, with a length down to her mid back. Erica always prided herself on her tan – rather, her lack thereof. Her skin was in pristine condition, smooth, soft, and milky white.

Erica was still wearing the strap-on she had used not 10 minutes ago on his ass. It hung from her legs, still shiny and wet from the lube. It was only about six inches long, and a good inch and a half thick. Not the largest Chris has ever taken, but it served its purpose very well. Erica picked a few of the left over sex toys off the floor, and placed them on the side table. It was about two in the morning, and both of them were quite tired.

This was just about the usual procedure before going to bed. At least, this month it was. Every month they