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I had never touched a male six-pack in my life. Suddenly, it felt very important that I do it before I die. At least once. I smiled to myself, imagining how I could realistically go about it. Men with six-packs were out of my league, so what I would do was, I would go to the gym just once and go on a rampage, fondling male stomachs until security threw me out.
“You’re not real,” I gasped out, while tears of laughter streamed down my face. “Oh my God, I did it. I fucking went and made myself crazy.”
“Are you a serial killer?” I asked when that possibility popped into my mind. “Dressing up as a bunny to make people feel safe, and then murdering them cruelly?” He opened his mouth to speak, a wounded look on his face, and I shook my head.
I was about to tell him to go bother someone else, because I wasn’t in the mood for practical jokes, when Derek burst out through the patio door. I turned to him, too startled to react. “The Easter bunny! Mom, it’s the Easter bunny! I finally caught him!” I opened my mouth to object that no, it was just a weird pervert who played jokes on people, but stopped myself before the words could escape. For one, I couldn’t use the word pervert because then I would have to explain what it meant. And two… How the hell would I explain that the stranger wearing fluffy bunny ears and a tail was not the
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“I got your letter, young man,” he said to Derek, his face completely serious. “You know how to ask for big things. Did you give Santa the same kind of trouble?” Derek grinned and shook his head. “Santa doesn’t read my letters. He brings me random stuff. So I thought I would try you.” What the hell?
“BUNNY!” Derek yelled, interrupting me. “You have to play with me!” He gave me an apologetic look and slid off the chair. I watched as his fluffy tail twitched, so adorable above that nice piece of male ass that I was not ogling. Not me, sir. It’s the other crazy woman in the room that’s watching his ass instead of telling him to leave. Not me.
“Luc won’t believe what happened when I tell him! Can I wear my superhero cape, mom? I couldn’t breathe for five minutes and I’m still alive!”
“I know, mum,” he said, only a hint of impatience in his voice. “But I will tell him it was six minutes, and he’d better believe me! So the cape?”
“SUPER-DEREK IS COMING! ALL CRIMINALS SHAKE IN FEAR!”
“Will-you-have-sex-with-me?” he blurted out so fast, the words almost bled together into gibberish. Almost. “What?” I asked, completely thrown by his statement. “You… what? How?!” Bunny gave me a panicked look, his gorgeous face now so red, he looked entirely too young for me. Like a cute twenty-year-old who had somehow never learned how to talk to girls. “Well… How… I mean, I thought you knew how s-sex worked… But, well, if I have to… Ahem. Sex. With a penis. In your vagina,” he mumbled, casting his eyes down.
And yet, I snatched my hand back, tightened it into a fist to brace myself, and answered his question. “Because,” I said, putting immense effort into keeping my voice perfectly level, “I am average. A single mom in her thirties, who is neither beautiful nor successful. There are thousands of women like me. Desperately trying to make ends meet, giving everything up for their children, and dreaming. Always dreaming, but never achieving.”
You’re the Easter bunny, as you say. You look like a young god. You can have anyone.” Anyone, I added in the privacy of my mind, who’s worth you. So not me. I’m way below your level. “Escorts are smart, sophisticated, very good in bed,” I continued with a forced calm. “So that would be my first recommendation.” My voice shook only slightly, but my eyes, I knew, were full of hurt anger. Still, I said more. “Or you could go for one of the famous porn stars. They are perfect with their beautifully symmetrical, shaved pussies and bleached anuses. My pussy is not pretty. Neither is my butthole. I
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Well damn Gina!
“My body wants you,” he said, his voice lowering. “I want you. Nothing else will do. No one else. So this is why I’m asking you, Alice.”
“Porn lies,” I said simply. “It doesn’t show real sex. Everything is fake. Even those juicy slaps you hear when they have sex on screen? They are fake. Usually, someone just slaps two pieces of steak off camera to make those sounds, well, more meaty.” He stared at me with wide, surprised eyes. And then, faster than I thought he could process, he made an impatient sound and reached for my face. “Porn lies, got it. Now kiss me.”
“The ears?” I asked. “It feels good when I touch them?” He huffed and dragged my hand down, pressing it to his chest, right over his heart. My eyes followed, going to his nipple. It was dark, perfectly round, and completely hard. “It feels good everywhere you touch,” Bunny said in a voice so low, it was almost a growl. “You have no idea, Alice. This is… sublime.”
The entire shaft glowed pink, the light pulsing gently. Only the head was dark, its color such a dark pink, it was practically purple. The tip glistened with precum. It glittered in the glow of the shaft. “Oh, wow,” I murmured, glancing up at Bunny. “I really like your cock.”
I took it and unwrapped the foil. I had guessed right, then. A small, perfectly shaped chocolate egg was inside. Its surface was decorated with delicate lines in an elaborate floral pattern. It looked rather pretty and very artistic. I popped it in my mouth. “What are you doing?” Bunny asked, his voice incredulous. “Didn’t you notice it came out of my penis?”
Haha
“I will be happy to eat whatever comes out of your penis, magic boy. This was delicious.”
“Hey!” I protested, immediately trying to close my thighs, and crushing his head between them. “This is no flower patch, mister!” Bunny lifted his head, caressing my inner thighs soothingly. He looked at my face, slightly confused. “Of course I know your vagina is not a flower,” he said. “Flowers are boring. And your scent is textured, unique, and intoxicating. Smelling you has just made me so hard, my penis hurts. Please, don’t deny me. I want to smell you every time I get a chance, fill myself with it. Please.”
“You did so well, Alice,” he said, caressing my cheek. “It was beautiful.”
“You’re mine, you know,” Bunny said out of the blue, winding a lock of my hair around his finger. “I’ll be back here next Easter. And the next… And maybe, one day, I could stay.”
“Are there any bunny ladies in your land? Or other women? Female creatures? Goddesses?” Bunny chuckled, running his fingers through my hair. “There are. Goddess Eostre and her court.” He didn’t elaborate, only pressed me close, and I squirmed in his hold. “Don’t go sleeping around with them,” I grumbled. “And I won’t fondle any male butts in the gym.” I pulled away to look at his face. Bunny grinned, looking much too pleased with himself.
“Didn’t you listen? You are mine. There is only you, Alice. No other woman, goddess, or bunny lady is going to turn my head, because all my thoughts and hopes are already full of you. I’ll be faithful.”
Still got it, baby. Soon after, he shoved me off his dick, and something exploded out of it, bouncing against the ceiling and falling with a soft patter on the bed. One thing, soft and light just as he’d said, hit me on the head. I got up, closed the curtains, and turned on a sexy, pink lamp I had bought specifically for this night. Bunny sat in bed, grinning. He was surrounded by a small army of yellow and pink marshmallow ducks. “I can’t believe you went there.
“My good girl,” Bunny whispered, making me shudder in pleasure. “You waited for me, just like you said. And you fucked yourself with the vibrator that looks just like my cock.”
“You will have my baby inside you, and we will be together forever. We will fuck every day, raise our kids together, and love each other.”
“I think we should spend the entire Sunday fucking like a pair of rabbits. Just to make sure. Wouldn’t you agree?”
