Sex with My Rabbit
I’m 15 and I’ve heard about girls humping their
bunnies. I’d like to try it but I don’t know how.
I’m a girl just like you and pillow humping
and stuffed animal humping is my profession.>
Step one: take a stuffed animal and sit on top
Step two: take off your underwear. You would probably
want to do this before step one because the clitoral
stimulation will feel better naked.
Step three: get yourself nice and wet. Imagine about
that boy (or girl) you like and imagine grinding them
or watch some porn with a close-up pussy and penis
Step four: start stroking up and down while watching
the porn clip or imagining that person. You can go as
fast or as slow as you like. I cum every time.
The first sex talk I had with a grown-up I was
told sex was special. It sounded a little ominous,
like a big responsibility, like First Communion.
Something to take seriously and not mess up.
It was years before anyone told me it should be fun.
Yet “fun” was far from the focus of ninth-grade sex ed.
We learned about STIs, unplanned pregnancy, and
the basics of consent, sure, but next to nothing
about how to actually masturbate or have sex.
Encourage Girls to Masturbate
I was one of the lucky few students to receive education
that extended beyond slut-shaming and exhortations to
abstinence, and still I was on my own when it came to
knowing my clit and its 8,000 sensory nerve endings.
Even those who would like to see pleasure addressed in sex ed
tend to think of its inclusion as icing on the cake, a nice bonus.
Boys will probably be able to work out how to get their rocks
off without assistance, while girls can just figure out all
that pleasure stuff when they’re older, when they start buying
fancy rabbit vibrators and going to New-Agey orgasm workshops
and eventually psychotherapy, right?
Our collective failure to discuss the pleasure of sex is far
more sinister than prudish. Sex-ed curriculums that omit it
aren’t just incomplete. They’re dangerous.
When we neglect to teach young women and their partners
that sex should feel good, and should be, of all things,
fun, sex becomes something where men request and women submit
The clitoris, for example, is the reason most women are able
to orgasm at all, and yet sex-ed programs bury its superpower
in clinical anatomical diagrams.
Maybe we’re embarrassed by the little wishbone-shaped
structure, whose only function is to make women feel good.
Alice Down the Rabbit Hole
Shit! Peter isn’t teasing. He means it. I probably should’ve just surrendered.
I finally make it to the next floor and sprint down the hall, my long hair flying behind me like a russet banner. I think I hear him behind me but I can’t tell anymore.
My blood is pumping too hard for me to hear anything but my own heartbeat. I stretch forward and grasp a large doorknob that’s growing ever-larger as I twist it.
I fling the door open and run right into his outstretched arms.
“Gotcha, Alice!”
Before I can say a word, he grabs me by the back of my head and smashes my mouth against his. I can’t help but scream like a cat in heat. I often lose my mind as soon as I touch him, which is why I do my best to not do that when I need my senses on point.
I claw his back as I press my body against his. He lifts me up in his arms and my legs immediately twine about his back. Lust boils my veins. I can’t get enough of his touch and taste. He’s like candy, sweet and addictive. His tongue fills my mouth deliciously. I suck on it greedy and demanding more.
Peter digs his fingers into my ass and slides me up and down his muscled stomach. My clit throbs with each pass. I swivel my hips like a crazy thing. I leave off shredding his back so I can run my fingers through his pure white hair.
It’s so soft beneath my skin. One of my favorite things to do is brush it in the mornings before he leaves for his Majesty’s service. He indulges me in this but I know that as soon as he exits my rooms, his hand swipes through it until it’s a beautiful mess.