Alice's Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful World (Fairy Tale Erotica) by Liz Adams

see me come. How my breath runs away as I swoon.” Alice blushed at what came out instead of the right words.
    The man chuckled. Alice felt each low laugh like a caress of her breasts. A jolt of electricity shot to her pussy.
    “Yes. Well—” One of his hands reached out to Alice and brushed her hair out of her eyes. “That’s not quite how I remember it.” Another hand rested on her shoulder, and still another stroked her arm. Alice felt her heart quicken.
    “Who are you?” Alice felt breathless.
    “I’m the caterpillar of these parts. At least,” he looked down at his body, “that’s the only creature I relate to.” His words vibrated even more at the places he touched.
    You can’t even have an orgasm. Why would any man bother with you?
    Alice stepped closer to allow his full hands to rest on her, to feel more of those dreamy vibrations. “Is that why you have that tattoo?”
    “What kind of tattoo? Ink or drum?”
    “Drum?”
    “Yes. Drum.” Another hand of his stroked the underside of her breast over her dress. “As in, ‘What to do to die today at a minute or two to two? A distinctly difficult thing to say but harder still to do, for they’ll beat a tattoo at a twenty to two with a rat-tat-tat tat-tat-tat tat-tat-tat-too, and the dragon will come when he hears the drum at a minute or two to two today, at a minute or two to two.’ ”
    Wow! The underside of her breast sure enjoyed feeling him recite that tongue twister! Alice pretended to ignore his touches. “No, not that tattoo. The butterfly tattoo on your arm.”
    “Ah! Well,” Caterpillar snuck another hand down the front of her dress and cupped her breast in his warm palm. Alice trembled. “I’ve never told anyone this but I feel close to you. The truth is,… that is…what I mean to say…” Caterpillar looked off to a distant memory, but his hands stayed on task. If their task was to set her on fire. “I hope to someday be a better creature. One that people can like and respect, and not this ugly thing that I am.”
    Alice tried to say, “Go on,” but his touches expelled the strength out of her voice. Her knees weakened. She could smell her musky scent rise from beneath her legs. Could he smell it, too?
    “One day I will become a butterfly. A being that everyone will adore. It’s just a matter of when.”
    “And…” Alice’s nipple jutted out against the delicious heat of his palm and nimble fingers. She forced the words out, “why would a caterpillar wear pants?”
    “To keep the smoke out of my eyes,” he said. Before Alice could ask what he meant, he spoke, “Now, what’s your name?”
    He had a hand at the back of her neck, another on her shoulder, others stroking her arm and breast, and another hand planted flat against her other breast. He squeezed her gently there, playing with her nipple. Her pussy wanted attention. Demanded it.
    “Duh...Alisshh…ice,” she managed to say.
    “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Delicious. Now I must see for myself.”
    Alice felt him hoist her in the air, high over his head. She saw an incredibly long tongue emerge from his lips and disappear under her dress. Soon she felt it stroke her panties. It pressed at her, intent on getting inside her. She felt its hot wetness slip past the side of her panties and stroke directly along her pussy. Alice shivered and moaned when he found her clit. He began flicking light licks that opened her. And in he went, straight to her inner core.
    He began to bring her closer to his lips, allowing her legs to sit on his shoulders. As she inched down onto his shoulders with his head disappearing under her dress, his tongue went in further, deeper, and found more to discover. He reached places her fingers never found. Whimpers escaped her lips. The sensation was mind-blowing.
    Just when Alice thought his tongue brought her as high as she could go with a good tasting, he planted his lips at her center and hummed: “Mmmm!”
    She had no idea it could