The Hatter (Erotica I Wrote)

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And check the show notes just if you want to or to follow me on Twitter or to email because, well, I love emails and I happen to have a new email address so please, feel free So here we go with The Hatter At the tea party, during the rounds of trading places, Alice finds herself bewildered, befuddled, and many other sort of being ending in confusion The flurry of motion and Alice tripped, landing against the Mad Hatter She looked up at him in the moment before he sat back down, passing out scones, tea, and other niblets Seeing that the Hatter, as mad as he was, was quite possibly the most sane individual, not to mention the most human Alice found herself probably comforted and climbed up into the Hatter's lap Why hello there, when did I become a chair? Oh, you're not really a chair, but Alice started, cut off by the clatter of cups and saucers as the Mad Hatter and the doormouse fussed about their tea sets Her big blue eyes stared up at the wild-eyed Hatter Oh, well, I do have a place for you to sit, I suppose, but the Hatter stopped and shouted, change places! Getting up swiftly and carrying Alice around to the next place scrambling over the table and flopping down into the next chair Oh, Alice said flustered, is it always this crazy?

Crazy? Crazy? Hardly, little boy But I'm not a little boy, are you now? The Hatter looked up at the small girl in his lap, as if pondering a profound truth I suppose we can see about that What do you mean?

What do you mean, what do I mean? I'm Hatt, not me, little boy The Hatter scoffed, pulling up Alice's dress a little bit slipping to you with one hand, his hand sliding up and down her thigh Alice, shocked by the Hatter's touch, turned red She was innocent enough not to realize the Hatter's intention but old enough to know that something was out of sorts The knowledge of this realization caused her stomach to stir and make her squirm on the Hatter's lap Mr. Hatter? Yes, said the Marginer As he spoke up, sloshing tea around the table to which the Hatter threw a hot butterscone, squirrelly at the furred head of the disheveled hair Hmm, it's raining, the Hatter pondered, pouring tea for the mouse The Hatter looked down at Alice again, his hand slipping lighter under her tummy Here, have some more tea, it's almost after it's finished Alice gasped at the Hatter's touch She could even feel something stir on her Wonderland was full of sensations and people she had never felt before but there was something strange and real about the Hatter's growing gurgle under her youthful rear Moments later, as the Martian pair and the doormouse lost themselves in the reflective puddles of tea and shards of porcelain the mad Hatter explored under Alice's skirt With the deftness of his hand, moving about in the fabric the other preoccupied with pouring and drinking tea Alice herself was lost in the heady sensations never been touched before, assaulted on the senses even reason that the Hatter's fingers and the thick outline of his shaft Heady, lost in the moment, as she was in Wonderland herself Alice started to press back against the Hatter's hand The rigidity gave her something to push against as the Hatter's hand kept exploring her underskirt The sensations sent a bolt of force flying, causing a short gasp to escape her lips The gasp caused a small cessation at the clattering tea party It only lasted one moment before the chaos resumed and the mad Hatter looked down at Alice So, how is a Raven a writer-writing talent?

Oh, I don't know, Mr. Hatter Neither the Hatter could, pushing his hips up a little to meet Alice's fevered feet The hand under her skirt, on her hip to guide her along the length of the shaft rubbing her from instep Soon after, the Hatter was hushed near his limit causing him to hold Alice's backside to him watching himself against the creases of her skirt His orgasm filled his pants suddenly the change in sensation causing Alice to collapse from her first orgasm as well the small convulsions shaking her body uncontrollably The Hatter was left in a trance for a few moments but then he regained consciousness and began to write The Hatter was now able to write The Hatter was now able to write The Hatter was now able to write The Hatter was now able to write.