Broken Bunny

While at the Colony we were encouraged to engaged in any particular fantasies we might have. Or even, fantasies our friends might have.

At dinner one night, we encountered a somber young gentleman who wore only a cast. He was accompanied by his wife, who modestly wore a lobster bib. Of course they WERE having lobster, but still. It seemed a bit much.

"Bunny, sweetie, let me cut your meat for you," she said.

He sighed with resignation.

"Is there anything we can do?" Mal approached.

"No. I don't like asking for help."

"Anything you'd like from the kitchen, then?"

"Oh, no, he's perfectly well fed," his wife said.

"I just want some chicken wings," he said petulantly, "in bleu cheese sauce and ranch to dip them in," he finished mournfully.

"Well, since I own the place," Mal said, "I suppose we could rustle some up for you."

I gave him a funny look. "You own the place?"

He grinned.

"Oh Lord."

The next thing I knew, Mal had summoned a large tub out to the dining area that was filled with bleu cheese dressing on one side, and ranch on the other.

"Here, let me help you in," he said, as he assisted Bunny into the tub.

"This is really great!" Bunny was in hog heaven.

"I don't know about this, dear," his wife said.

"Oh, pish tosh, Esmerelda! It's high time I had a little fun!" He sunk into the tub. "Ah, that's nice and cool."

"But just wait!" Mal exclaimed.

A host of waiters appeared with hot wings and gently deposited them into the tub.

"Ah, this is the life," Bunny reached down and grabbed a wing and ate it with gusto. "Do get in with me, Esmerelda."

She sighed and got in.

I never saw a happier couple.

I love my Captain!

I remain,

Hilda Stinson

Our Adventures Continue

The next day I woke up with Tom's hard cock pressing against my mouth. He had just showered but hadn't shaved.

"Where's Mal?" I asked sleepily.

"Right here." Mal emerged from the bathroom. He had shaved and he strode toward the bed, a gleam in his eyes. He promptly peeled back the sheet and opened my legs. "Mmm, Hilda," he said, giving my little blonde vaggie a lick.

"Right-O." I stuck put my hand around Tom's cock and inserted it in my mouth as Mal licked me.

"Oh, Hilda," Tom groaned as I sucked on the head of his ginormous penis.

"Where's Agnes?" I asked between sucks.

"Playing tennis," Tom said.

"Tennis!" I exclaimed, sitting up.

"Hilda, lie back down, " Mal grabbed my legs and put me back in a supine position.

"Quite all right," Tom said, rubbing his cock against my lips. "She's perfectly fine with it."

"Perfectly fine with it?" I attempted to sit up again.

"Down, Hilda," Mal insisted, giving my inner thigh a lick.

"Yeah, she said something about having it in a bit, after tennis."

"I had no idea she was such a fanatic."

"Oh yes," Tom's erection appeared to deflate a bit. "Absolute fanatic, but she should be back soon."

"Give him a good suck, darling," Mal admonished.

"Oh, yes, do!" Agnes exclaimed as she entered the room, sweaty in her tennis whites. "I'll be out directly." She stripped off her outfit and headed for the bathroom.

"Well. All right." I took Tom's cock back in my hand and put it back in my mouth.

"That's better," Mal said, as he continued to lick my clit.

"Oh. Yes. Much," I agreed as I ran my hand up and down the length of Tom's cock, sucking on the head as Mal licked me.

When Agnes joined us, she was still slightly damp from the shower, but no matter. Tom took it upon himself to feast upon her as Mal fucked me. It was divine.

I remain,

Hilda Stinson

Colony Food: Raw Like Us

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We gingerly hugged Agnes and Tom and then promptly set out for the first activity.

"This should be fun," Mal said as he took my hand.

"Where are we going? What are we going to do?"

"We are going to catch lizards!"

"Catch lizards!"

"Yes, you see, they are a delicacy here. Served raw."

"Raw?" I felt a bit off about this.

We came to a fenced off area that had tables and chairs set around the perimeter. In the dirt, really, it was dirt, there was no other way to put it, hundreds of lizards squirmed, ran and chased after nothing. Or rather sought escape.

Imagine: about 35 naked people chasing after lizards!

The lizards were the exact color of the dirt, and they were heinously fast, which made it rather difficult to catch them, but Mal managed.

"Ah, there you are!" He picked it up by its tail and bit its head off. Striding over the closest table, he set his lizard on a plate. "Now you try it."

"Must I?" I asked weakly.

"Look, there's Agnes biting the head off of one now."

I watched her chew and swallow. She appeared to be enjoying it. So much for help from one's friends!

"And, there, look, Tom's got one!" He too appeared to enjoy eating raw live lizard.

"Tom, Agnes, come, sit with us," Mal said to them.

"Thank you, " Tom said as he deposited his lizard onto a plate.

"Yes, wonderful to run into you here," Agnes said. "Perhaps we could have some MLK action later?" She peered hopefully at me.

"Oh. Lord in heaven." I rolled my eyes. "Of course we'll switch, we always do, darling. But this lizard thing."

"Oh. That," Agnes giggled. "They really are delicious, try it, Hildy."

"Well, all right." I squatted down in the dirt and waited for a lizard to run past.

"You've got to run and catch one!" Mal said.

"I am not doing any running without my super industrial strength bra," I told him firmly.

"The Freya (TM)?"

"You remember!" I  beamed at him.

"Lizard, Hilda. Lizard."

"Oh, very well," I reached down and snatched a lizard and bit its head off. It was crunchy, of course and the body wiggled about as I bit the head off, but overall, not bad. Kind of like a large hazelnut. I deposited my headless lizard on a plate.

"Oh goody! Now we can dine!" Agnes exclaimed.

We all sat and ate the rest of our lizards. A bit dry, to be sure, but overall, not bad tasting.

Next, we adjourned to the hotel bar where we all got snockered on mojitos.

Then we had a foursome.

La!

I remain,

Hilda Stinson

The Colony

Typical nudist colonies are inhabited by people who are ugly and out of shape. That's what I think. Or rather thought, until I stumbled upon this one.

I was thinking: what if there was one where ALL the people were attractive? Given that if you believe it, you can achieve it, I set out to find one, with the Captain's help, of course!

The Captain had been gone quite some time, and when he showed up, he saw me and he saw Thur and he frowned. This had never happened before because the Captain is a man with a generous nature, so I was a little stunned.

"Thank you for taking care of Hilda," Mal said as he enveloped me into his arms.

"You're welcome," Thur promptly dissolved into a pile of goo, then evaporated.

"Man, that was weird!" I exclaimed.

"They're not supposed to mingle with humans," Mal told me sternly.

"No?"

"No." He put his finger to my lips, "Don't speak of it."

"Why?"

He sighed, "It just 'ent proper. Angels being shiny and good and then they-"

"What's wrong with it? Is Thur, " I gulped, "dead?"

"No, baby. He's just gone back to whence he come."

"But he was so nice."

"He wasn't real and his time was up."

"His time?"

"Angels can only maintain corporeal form for a short time, then they dissolve, evaporate."

"How do you know all this?"

"Met a man in a bar once, he had one. 'Course, I didn't believe him, but he told me that he was lucky he got away when he did. He nearly dissolved with her. "

"What?"

"Yeah. It's not exactly safe." He hugged me close. "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

He grinned. "Guess where we're going?"

I jumped up and down, "Disneyland?"

He laughed. "Better."

We jumped into his vehicle, he set the coordinates and bam! We were there: at The Colony.

When we got out of the ship, we were surrounded by a field of purple flowers.

"Gorram, it."

"Aw, Mal, it's pretty."

"Pretty! Not so nice to walk through in skin."

"But, we're dressed."

"Not for long." He tore off his garments and proceeded to strip me. "Let's go," he said, leaving our clothes on the seats.

The walk through the flowers was a wee bit scratchy, but we survived.

"Are we the only people here?"

"No," Mal said, "Look!" He pointed and over in the distance, I could see people walking about. They were all naked. And everyone looked good. It was as if all the good looking porn actors has been mysteriously whisked to this realm.

"Wow!"

"Yeah, I thought you'd like it."

"Look! Agnes and Tom!"

"Shiny."

I remain,

Hilda Stinson

Angel Food (not EXACTLY cake)

Thur picked me up and carried me over the threshold of the suite. The room was elegantly furnished and the bed was king sized.

"Do you even know how long I've been waiting for this?"
"No."
"A very, very long time." He sighed, kissed me passionately and set me gently on the bed. "Something you should know, something you should see." He began to unbutton his shirt.
"Here, let me," I finished unbuttoning him and he slid his shirt off and then he pulled off his t-shirt. He had worn a v-neck under his dress shirt, which I thought was unusual, considering how hot it is in Tucson.
He turned his back to me and then a white glow began to pulsate out of his back. "Stand back a bit," he warned.
I shifted away from him, never taking my eyes off the white glow, which kept getting brighter and brighter-and then, wings appeared.

"You're, an- um, angel?" I asked uncertainly.

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

I gingerly touched the wings protruding out of his back. "You're, you're beautiful." I said. The white glow that had emanated out of his back completely surrounded him and I touched his face gently. A  tear slipped out and I gently wiped it away.

"You want me."

"Yes."

"Like a human woman wants a human man."

"Yes."

"This doesn't bother you, my true form?"

"You're beautiful." I kissed him slowly and deeply, climbed onto his lap facing him, my hands on his face.

"So are you." He stroked my naturally platinum blonde hair and pulled gently.

"Ouch."

"Sorry."

"Can you, um, you know, do this with the wings out?"

He laughed. "I can do anything." He ran his hand down my body and my clothes disappeared!

"That was a neat trick."

He took my hand and ran it down his body and the rest of his clothes disappeared as well.

"But, you know, I really liked that outfit I was wearing." I paused. "And you didn't even get to see the hot lingerie I was wearing!"

He laughed, "Relax, I can make everything reappear too."

"Okay. Prove it."

He snapped his fingers. And we were both fully dressed!!!!

"Prove it again," I laughed.

He blinked and we were naked again.

"Wait, can you just put the lingerie on me and then you can take it off manually?"

He laughed. "Sure."

The little black bra and panty set reappeared.

And then: he put me on my back, kissed my stomach. "I love this, " he said, running his powerful hands over my fatly little tummy. "And this," he took my face in his hands and kissed me. Then he was on my neck.

"Careful, no marks," I had to tell him.

"Don't worry, I can make them go away."

"Of course you can." Yes. Thur could do anything. That was evident.

"I like this," he touched the bra and put his mouth on the fabric that was covering my nipple, "but it has got to come off.

"Okay." I reached around and undid the clasp, throwing the bra to the side.

"Now these," he said as he cupped my breasts, "these are beautiful."

"Yes. Bubble gum colored nipples. A favorite flavor of yours, I hope."

He paused, then said, "Yup, " as he devoured each one. He worked his way down to my belly and then, he ran his hand over the sheer black fabric on my panties. "I like these too," he said as he skimmed his mouth over the area covering my mons, "but these too, must come off." He pulled them down and off. Running his hands over my thighs he opened them and rained kisses upon my adductors,  my anticipation building as his hands caressed my little bottom . When he finally reached my little blonde vaggie, he began licking me. Up and down and left to right, over and over again, until he felt me come. I came hard.

"You know, I have never sucked angel cock before," I told him.

"Never?" He grinned. "What do you want me to taste like?"

"Angel. You, " I said, as I put my mouth on him and began to lick. He was so incredibly hard. "Come for me," I said. "Wait. Can you get it up again really fast so you can fuck me?"

He laughed. "Yeah."

"Okay." I moved my hand up and down his shaft as I suctioned the tip and licked his frenulum. When he came, I swallowed it all. And the taste? Angel food cake.

"It tastes like whatever you want it to taste like," he said as if he could read my thoughts.

"Can you read my mind?"

"Maybe," he grinned.

"Then you know what I want now, don't you?"

He lay me down on the bed and got on top of me and pushed into me. Yikes! Every stroke felt so very good, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before.

Then we slept. And slept.

When I woke he was between my legs, licking me.

"Thur!"

"Yes?" He blinked and looked up at me.

"I want you to fuck me."

And so he did.

I remain,

Hilda Stinson

The Angel Thur

My darling fans, as most of you know, I have the ability to slide between universes, or rather, slide throughout the multiverse, to be precise, using the ship that my darling Captain allows me to pilot when he's off fighting bad guys.

Yeah. The Captain has been gone quite a bit, but I'm used to it now, I guess. Being alone most of the time, I must confess, random assignations with vicars and the like has been rather empty, albeit amusing.

I decided that what I needed was to read Lorelei James and hope that somehow her philosophy of life would sink in and substitute for a relationship that I would find fulfilling and on my own plane of existence. So that's what I've been doing the last month, luxuriating in the stories about the McKay family and how they meet their soul mates. Let's see: I believe I have read over 14 Lorelei James stories in the past month, probably more, hoping and waiting. Or rather, to be honest, almost dreading my moment, because of the worry of handing an actual relationship.

Lovin' Spoonfuls is a vegan restaurant over on Campbell and Thur, brother of Thor, the thunder god had agreed to meet me there. We had spent hours on the phone and my first thought was: I'm not going to like him. I'm not going to be attracted to him; because every time I've had long conversations with people it's been a waste of time. I like them on the phone and then I meet them and it's like: oh. Fuck. Nevermind. Shit.

His picture, I had liked his picture, check, we got on well on the phone, check, we both have similar jobs, check. Lots in common: check, check, check. But I had to wonder.

He wore Wranglers (TM) - just like a Lorelei James character!!! And he wore his keys on his belt (very similar to MY paranoia of losing my keys which are ALWAYS in my pocket or attached to me in some way!)

His eyes and hair were brown. He had a wee bit of gray in his hair-just like me!

And he was not vegan, but had agreed to meet me there ANYWAY. So I ordered dolmas (rice encased in grape leaves) and a caesar salad for us to share. The dolmas were delicious, as was the salad, but I could barely taste them, as focused as I was on Thur.

For dessert, I got up and got us a piece of chocolate chip cake. HEAVENLY! We shared it. Chocolate cake with white icing that had tiny pieces of chocolate chips melted on my tongue.

Next we were off to The Cheesecake Factory (TM) where I had a drink called the Firefly! (Shades of the Captain!) It was a tangy orange alcoholic confection. Delicious. Thur had a milkshake, of which I had dipped my finger in the whipped cream and tasted. Hmm. Not so nice. Since I am off dairy, but he had me distracted and by the time the milkshake had arrived I was already drunk, so I was not thinking when I tasted his whipped cream.

Last, the first time we kissed: I offered him some gum and I put it in his mouth, he licked my fingers and sucked on them a little bit as I put it into his mouth. And then, he just took me and kissed me. It was powerful.

I remain,

Hilda Stinson