Alice down the rabbit hole
It was an unseasonably warm Spring day, so Alice decided to take her journal and write in the garden. She walked to the far edge where the garden petered out and a hedgerow began. Not exactly a wild wood, but as close as she would get in Oxford. She sat among the roots of an old oak and leaned against the rough bark. Alice found herself watching the clouds, daydreaming. Thinking about Prince Leopold. Yes, a real live prince. One who was now at Oxford. She sighed and settled back against the tree trunk lost in a daydream of princes and queens, knights, and dragons.
Before she knew it, her eyes were closed. She wasn't exactly asleep, she could still hear the rustle of leaves and birdsong, she could smell the earth and grass, feel the rough bark of the tree and the solid ground beneath her. But when she heard the loud crack of a twig, Alice jumped as if she had been in a sound sleep. Perhaps she had been asleep after all. She got on hands and knees, her mother would scold her for acting like a child and dirtying her dress. She was a young woman and should comport herself properly.
She dusted off her knees and bottom. Another sound behind her startled her once more. She spun around ready to berate whichever sibling had decided to try and sneak up her, only to see. No, it couldn't be. She must still be asleep. She blinked in astonishment.
What the fetching young blue eyed beauty beheld was a man, though...even then she couldn't rightfully call him a man, considering he had two large, white rabbit ears protruding from his head and a little pink nosed that seemed to twitch, to scent the warm summer breeze. Yet he was not the furry little bunny one might expect to meet at the edge of the garden or along a country hedgerow. He was strangely attired for a white rabbit as he wore a top hat and rather fancy looking suit and carried a gentleman's walking stick like any country gentleman would. It was hard to determine his age, after all he was a white rabbit, and won could never be assure of a rabbits age just by looking at him, even if he were attired as a gentleman.
SNAP
His ears perked, his nose lifted to the light summer breeze and twitched. A slow smile bowed his lips as he lowered his head again and listened to make sure he had not been mistaken. He nonchalantly continued into the open field, the warm summer breeze ruffling his fur. Yet discretion being the better part of valor he stayed close to the edge of the hedgerow and woods.
SNAP
Again, the subtitle snap of a twig and his nose twitched rapidly, and his smile broadened as his nostrils where filled with the most intoxicating fragrance. His heart was beating faster now at the thoughts of the chase. Dare he steal a glance, or should he just bolt? In a moment the decision was made, and he bolted, her firm supple body pinned to a tree.
"And who are you Young Miss?"
He let his eyes rove over this creature who had been stalking him. His fingers running through her silken tresses as he let them drip from his finger like liquid gold. His nose pressed to the hollow of her neck just below her dainty shell ear, as he savored her fragrance his whiskers brushing her soft silken skin. The girl's heart was fluttering like a captured little bird.
"I asked you who you are!"
His voice was soft yet demanding as if he was used to giving commands and expected to be obeyed. His cane slipped under the helm of her skirt and slowly inched it higher on her sculptured legs, little butterfly kisses floated down her neck to the scented valley that lay between her heaving breasts.
"I'm Alice and I thank you to keep your hands and everything else away from me."
The young beauty's fiery spirit intrigued him, the righteous indignation as she spoke. Her trembling, supple form pinned to the tree where she stood. His smile broadened as the stunning young creatures squirmed in his grasp.
Alice smacked his cane away, momentarily stopping it in its indecent exploration of her gorgeous young body. The stunning young golden beauty was able to push him back a few paces. He raised his head and his eyes held hers when she tugged her skirt down. He gave her knuckles a soft rap with his cane.
"Don't do that again Alice."
His voice was a soft sensual whisper that caressed her mind. Yet in its soft sensual embrace there was the note of authority, and authority that demanded obedience. Again, the White Rabbit pressed his body to Alice's, his lips boldly caressed the soft silken skin of her heaving breasts, her soft sensual and sweetly intoxicating fragrance filled his nostrils. His cane lifted Alice's skirt ever higher till the lazy summer breeze kissed her Persian bloomers.
That devilish cane slowly, intimately, slide the length of her sweet moist delicate folds, that mere scrap of lace, and cotton her only protection from his sensually and seductive assault on her chaste innocence. His eyes lifted to hers. Again, his gold flecked dark hazel eyes glazed deeply into the cool azure blue depth of hers as if he could see her soul laid bare to him. His mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss, a kiss to curl her toes.
"Alice remove your frock like a good girl."
The White Rabbit words were soft, seductive, his voice was felt as much as it was heard. A dark call for the innocent young beauty to surrender to his will.
The White Rabbit savored the way that Alice melted to his sensually seductive kiss. He loved the confused and shocked look in those stunningly expressive azure blue eyes as his lips parted from hers and demanded that this gorgeous young creature remove her frock.
"How dare you, sir! I do not know what sort of girl you think I am, but I will not remove my dress. Whatever can you be thinking?"
Such sweet pious indignation, Alice's skin taking on the most adorable shade of pink, his only answer was his mouth crushing to hers again, his tongue inviting her shy little pink tongue to dance with his again. While he let his scandalous, sensually, and seductive kiss deepened and lingered the White Rabbit continued his most intimate assault on Alice's innocence, the smooth polished shaft of his cane caressed her sweet delicate folds. The sweet fragrance of Alice's arousal hung heavy in the summer air, her soft blue eyes smoldered with desire, and he knew this innocent young Miss was his.
Suddenly Alice's cheeks flamed crimson as she fumbled her hands pushing against his muscular chest, yet this time he did not step back from her or break that darkly seductive kiss. A worried look clouded her smoldering blue eyes.
His lips slide from hers, clinging to Alice's until the last possible moment, leaving the young golden innocent wanting. He turned Alice in his arms, his large paws cupping her firm young breasts, thumbs rolling her rose bud nipples under their pads through the thin material of her frock until they were as hard as pebbles. The girl's breath now coming in short little gasps, which turned to soft breathy moans. His hands slid down the sensual curve of her torso, the bow of her corset's fell open under his nimble fingers, the laces seductively whispered to Alice, surrender, as he drew them out from each eyelet until all that held the garment to her, where her own hands. He turned the stunning young beauty to face him then stepped back.