by Liz Adams
WARNING: This portrayal of Alice contains her sexual discoveries with hot, strong men and their unique, fantastic talents: M/F, M/F/M/F, M/F/M/M/M/M/M/M/M/M/M/M, and lots of sex with strangers! If you read this book and its steamy, explicit sexual content, the Cheshire cat won’t be the only one wearing a wicked grin. For 18 years and older.
About Alice’s Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful Land
Having returned from university for the holidays, Alice can’t shake the truth: She’s still in love with her childhood crush Jack, the buff and handsome gardener. But as inexperienced as she is with the fine art of sexuality, and having never been able to achieve the big O, will she ever be good enough to satisfy Jack?
A fall deep down a well takes her to an erotic Wonderland fairy tale where she can do her due diligence at learning how to please a man and how to achieve orgasm. She shares her sexual discoveries with a young man named “Rabbit” who likes to explore, a group of strong villagers, a “Caterpillar” who has more hands than Alice can handle, a Mad Hatter who finds Alice’s exquisite weakness, and a whole host of talented characters.
All lead to the Queen and her majesty’s dark secret. Will Alice’s sexual discovery be just the thing to snag her desired man Jack? And will her erotic fairy tale help her discover the key to her own pleasure?
What readers are saying…
“Liz Adams’ Alice in Wonderland is an exciting new erotic twist on the old fairytale. As you follow Alice through her journey, you will find yourself slipping into her delectable fantasies. The descriptions involve all of your senses, letting you feel each teasing touch, taste every musky man, and smell the steam of sex. Just when you think Alice is done teasing you, a new scenario pops up that will leave you craving more. I highly recommend that you take a journey and lose yourself in the passionate Wonderland you never knew existed...until now.” - Rebecca Hoffman, editor with Grit City Publications and author of Drop in the Ocean: http://rebeccamhoffman.blogspot.com
“I have to confess I always thought Alice in Wonderland was a bit stupid. It didn’t quite captivate me and I figured my imagination just wasn’t that obscure. The same however can’t be said for Liz Adam’s wonderfully creative erotic rewrite. Right from the moment Alice falls down the hole we realize this is a very different – yet similar – Wonderland. It helps to have read the original because it’s just wonderful to see how Adam’s has re-imagined the characters and events. A rabbit? Sure, but it’s the name of a deliciously cute naked man. Off with their heads? Absolutely...but not the heads the original queen was after. Overall? This is deliciously wicked. Have a man or a vibrator with you when you read it.” - Simone Sinna, erotic-romance suspense author of Embedded and Exposé: www.simonesinna.com
“I loved this book. I read it almost all in one go. The story pulls you in and won’t let you leave, very much like Alice’s experience between the pages. Every scene is deliciously sensual as you follow Alice on an adventure to find what’s eluding her. Even when some of the encounters are as strange as events in the original, they are so naughty and outrageous you can’t help but be turned on by them. Liz Adams has created a fantastical world where anything can happen and her characters are so vividly drawn you really feel as though you are in the story. She keeps you on a knife edge right to the very end, just like Alice. Liz is a brilliant storyteller and her words flow effortlessly across the page. I promise you, you won’t be able to put it down.” ~ Lexie Bay, author of Inside Looking Out: http://lexiebay.co.uk
“A wild, erotic ride through the scenes of the book’s namesake, complete with all the characters, but in x-rated versions. A sexy adventure for Alice, ending in a completely romantic happily-ever-after. Erotic fantasy readers will love this book.” ~ Randi Alexander, Author of Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied: http://RandiAlexander.com
“Ms Adams has truly changed the way we look at fairy tales in this erotic tale that introduces you to the new rabbit hole! I look forward to more erotic tales from this talented author.” ~ Tonya Kinzer, Author of The Boss’s Pet series: http://www.tonyakinzer.com
“Liz has written a story that blows your mind. With lots of sloppy fingers, Alice’s clit throbs for attention from the naked buff men she meets along the way. With tongues that make Alice flood the world with her sweet elixir. Wow! In between that, the swallowing, chewing and licking certain types of...um body parts. Alice grows or shrinks to help her reach the perfect orgasm erotic style. With continual prodding and poking throughout the book, in search for sexual arousal. You’re going to wish you had a dress like Alice’s that will take you to Wonderland and back. So the whimpers will escape your lips.” - Melissa Craig, author of Plentiful Package: http://www.melissacraigauthor.wordpress.com
Alice’s Sexual Discovery
in a Wonderful Land
Fairy Tale Erotica
Liz Adams
Alice’s Sexual Adventures in a Wonderful Land
Copyright © 2012 by Liz Adams
All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Liz Adams.
Published by:
Barany Publishing
Oakland, CA
Author’s Note
I found writing this erotic version of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland more challenging than I had anticipated. Wanting to stay true to the original story, I noticed that Alice never stayed with one character long enough to build a meaningful relationship. As a result, in this erotic version, she ends up traveling from character to character having sexual encounters with each one. If you prefer erotic romance, I’m afraid you’ll be greatly disappointed. But if you’re looking for a fun frolic in Alice’s wonderland with many of the familiar characters, this will be just your cup of tea!
Just a heads up. You’ll notice that Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum don’t make an appearance. That’s because they are in Alice Through the Looking Glass and not in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. I have also left out the Mock Turtle scene since turtles have the tendency to slow down the pacing (heh, heh).
Chapter 1
Night’s promise of the forbidden blanketed across the sky, seeking to penetrate the windows of Alice’s manor. Alice stood at the second-story window brushing her long hair. She was glad to be back from Newnham, that all-girls college in Cambridge University. Getting away from all those giggles and high voices was a welcome relief. So was coming home to see the stars shining above the manor she grew up in. Being home for the holidays, Alice could sleep in, read what she wanted, go to the cinema, and just relax. Tomorrow she’d call all her friends from secondary school.
What was that outside? Something moved in the garden, but it was hard to tell what. With the lights on in her room and the darkness outside, Alice had to rely on the moonlight to reveal the midnight motion. She squinted. It was Jack. Her heart sped up.
Jack had been the gardener for Alice’s family since Alice was fifteen, and he was only a few years Alice’s senior. That made him now twenty-two?
He was, oh, so cute with his scruff of short, black hair above his gorgeous eyes and chiseled chin.
When she was fifteen, it had taken her months to get bold enough to go beyond “Hi,” and actually try to have a conversation with him.
Alice remembered that day she finally spoke to him. She and her sister Lois had just come back from seeing a Beatles film.
Jack had been tending to the tomato bushes. He was shirtless, his glistening muscles rippled in the sun.
Alice swallowed.
“I just saw ‘A Hard Day’s Night!’ ”
Jack stood up straight and looked at Alice. Lord, those blue eyes!
“That new Beatles film.” He wiped his hands on his jeans. His voice had a slight growl that was sexy as hell. “Ever since I met you, you’ve raved about them. Big fan, eh?”
Alice nodded emphatically. “Big fan!”
“I’m more of a jazz guy, myself. But I can’t say I blame you. The Beatles are pretty damn good. How’d you like the movie?”
“It was really good! All the songs. They’re incredible!”
“Great. I must see it some time.” Jack squinted at Alice. “How was the popcorn?”
“Uh…good. How did you know I…?”
“You’ve got a small piece there near your lips. Here. Hold still.”
Alice didn’t move. Jack placed a finger on her and stroked her lower lip. The feeling of his tender finger across her lip shot jolts through her body.
“There.” He smiled at her. “Now no one else will know.”
Was it Alice’s imagination or were their eyes locked longer than usual? Jack cleared his throat, muttered something about the tomatoes, and returned to tending the plants.
Alice sighed and watched him pull off the dry leaves. He seemed to actually like what he was doing.
There must be some way to keep the conversation going. She toed the earth. “What made you want to be a gardener?”
Jack looked up at Alice. Alice thought she could spend all day looking into his blue eyes.
He smiled. “Thank you.”
What was he thanking her for? She giggled. Stupid giggle!
“No one’s ever asked me that before,” he explained. “When I think of how I’m able to help a seed grow into all of nature’s colors just by giving it the love and attention it needs, it makes me feel so…alive.”
Did he just say “love?” How many boys did she know could say the word “love” without sounding like they were trying on a dress? None. Jack said “love” like it was the most comfortable part of his life. He conveyed his feelings with such ease.
“And the results of my affection,” Jack plucked a red tomato from the bush, “taste incredible.”
He held the red fruit to Alice’s lips. She closed her eyes and bit into the warm fruit, tasting in its juices Jack’s love and affection.
She opened her eyes. There were his baby blues. Alice lost herself in them.
She stopped herself from saying “I love you,” and giggled instead.
Jack turned away. He picked off the dead leaves on the plant in front of him, and without looking at Alice, he said, “You’re a good friend. A sweet, little girl.”
Alice choked. A sweet, little girl? As in “I-love-you-like-a-sister sweet, little girl”? That’s when it hit her. Jack would never love her. Really love her. She wasn’t pretty enough. She was just a sweet, little girl. Not beautiful, not attractive. Probably loved his stupid plants more than her. Damn! Damn! Damn!
“Is something wrong?” Jack asked.
“What? No! Nothing! I just got some dirt…” Choking on her words, Alice wiped her eyes and ran off.
That painful realization was the best thing for her, as far as Alice was concerned. At least she knew how Jack felt. Knowing she could never be in a relationship with him was better than not knowing how he felt. She was able to get on with her life. Over the years she even flirted with Jack. Flirting came easy knowing that nothing she said could ruin the chance of them being together. Because there was no chance of them being together. They were just friends. Jack had made that quite clear.
She had spent the next few years convincing herself there were other men out in the world. And when she went to university, Alice knew she’d have the opportunity to admire many young men in the nearby coed colleges in Cambridge.
But after coming home from those first several months at university, right in front of her was Jack passing through the garden in the middle of the night and she couldn’t deny how her heart still sped up at the shadowy sight of him. It looked as though Jack might be noticing her standing at the window.
She reached with her free hand to caress her breast through the soft fabric of her silk nightgown. Such a bold action, it surprised even her that she was doing it. She lifted her head back as though relishing the sensation. With her eyes half-closed she kept an eye on Jack.
Yes. He was still looking at her. Knowing he was watching her made her pulse quicken. But she then realized the consequence of her game. What had she done? Their relationship was now going to completely change, and there was no way to undo her hand-on-breast stunt.
If you’re going to play, as her classmates would often tell her, play all the way!
Alice pretended not to notice as she placed the hairbrush on the table beside her and used both hands to massage her chest.
Am I a sweet little girl now, Jack? Is this what sweet girls do? Do these look like they belong to a little girl? Her hands squeezed and tweaked creating familiar sensations among an all too unfamiliar audience. I am not a sweet little girl. No way. Are you watching me Jack? Are you seeing me?
Alice breathed hard. She peeked. He was watching her. And maybe, just maybe, he was seeing her, too.
Her nipples hardened. She wanted to touch them directly, but Alice was afraid that if she stopped what she was doing, even to take off her nightgown, it would scare Jack off. So she continued to press her breasts, squeeze them, pet them. Anything to make this moment last as long as possible.
She thought about what Jack was seeing. Was he hard? Was he turned on? But perhaps the more important question was, did he like her body?
Alice panted. Lord, was his breathing as heavy as mine? She pictured Jack touching her, caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples, telling her how stunning she was, how he’d always loved her and had always wanted her forever.
Alice peeked again. Oh! Unless her eyes deceived her, Jack had his hand down his pants! He was actually turned on by what she was doing!
She wondered what his cock looked like. Or, for that matter, what any cock looked like. Alice had never seen one before. One time, her older sister’s friend Carol had described one to her at Alice’s insistence. But even Carol’s description wasn’t very helpful. Alice bet Jack’s was big and hard.
This is for you, Jack. Only for you.
Alice wanted to feel him, entering her, pushing into her, thrusting through her, holding her in his arms.
She’d never had a boyfriend and wanted Jack more than any man she ever knew.
Especially now. Because right now she needed someone inside her.
Moving a hand down the front of her chest, to her belly, to her thigh, she made sure to glide her hand down her body slowly and not frighten Jack away. She knew that if she moved too quickly, he may think the show’s over and leave. A smile slipped across her face. She realized that moving slowly would not only maintain the illusion that she wasn’t stopping anytime soon, but also be as sexy as hell to Jack.
Curiosity overcame her and she peeked at him again. He was still there. His arm was moving up and down in his pants. She imagined that strong hand stroking himself.
With her own seductive hand, she inched up her nightgown and placed a bare foot on the low window ledge. Lots of leg had to be showing through the window, to Jack. She moved her hands between her thighs and separated the folds with a finger, feeling herself open to the window, to the garden, to Jack. It must have been a surprise for him, because his arm was moving faster now as though he were desperately pumping the well for water. Alice let a finger dip inside of her, imagining it was Jack’s beautiful shaft filling her. She felt her wetness.
It wasn’t enough.
Keeping a finger stimulating her clit, she slowly reached for her hairbrush. She reversed the hairbrush and put the tip of the handle to her pussy.
Do you like this, Jack? Do you like what you’re seeing?
Alice daydreamed he liked it very much, indeed. That it was him inching into
her at this very moment.
“I love you, Alice,” he was saying. “I love you so much.”
He went in deeper. Filling her.
Alice clutched her breast, felt the handle of the brush open her. Moving it out felt just as good.
She checked. Jack was still there gazing up at her. She felt so big above him as he stroked his gorgeous cock for her.
And it was for her.
She moved the handle faster, letting it touch her deep inside. Faster. Having it be Jack. He was pushing into her. Faster. Jack thrusting his cock inside of her.
Alice moaned. She loved being watched by him.
Could this be the moment? Could this be the night she found out what an orgasm feels like? Even without a real cock inside her?
She put all her attention on rubbing her clit, feeling the brush handle inside of her. Forget about Jack, she told herself, and just focus on achieving the big O. Focus on the climax. Focus on the climax.
But the faster she rubbed and thrust the hairbrush inside of her, the further from that peak she felt. She slowed down her efforts. As usual, it wasn’t going to happen.
Was Jack still watching?
She opened her eyes to look at him directly.
Jack froze, then turned away. In a flash, he disappeared into the shadows.
The moment was gone.
Dammit! Why did I look at him so brazenly?
But Alice was thrilled. She had connected with Jack in a wonderful and new way. Was it really possible? Could Jack fall for her, after all? How was this going to play out tomorrow? What would it be like talking to him? Would he ignore her? Would he stare at her with a knowing smile? Would he stutter every time he tried to talk to her? Would she end up the stutterer and spit out another stupid giggle like she had so many years ago?