Sarah: Being sick has it advantages.

Eric: you'd think so...

Sarah: well you've been slacking at work anyways you need a vacation...

Eric: I agree!

-----Original Message-----
From: turbo@relex.com <turbo@relex.com>
To: fanfic@fanfic.com <fanfic@fanfic.com>
Date: Wednesday, November 19, 1997 8:39 PM
Subject: [FFML] [fanfic][ranma1/2][lemon]Intimations

Intimations
Ranma 1/2 fic
lemon

Sarah: well we've never done a lemon before so here goes nothing..

Eric: I'm all tingling with excitement, maybe Ukyou's in it.

Warning: This fic describes acts of sexual activity and bit of

perversion.


Eric: woo hoo perversion!

You have been Warned.

Sarah: sort of like Adam and Eve... look see that tree... DONT TOUCH IT!

 "A-ka-ne! Time to wake!"

Eric: well this is certainly off to a boring start.

Sarah: yeah what the hell the day after already?

 Sleep blanketed my mind, leadening my senses and my
movements. When I try groaning at the sickeningly perky,
disgustingly early riser that plagues my slumber, I realize

Eric: isnt everyone awake at that time sickeningly perky?

Sarah: yeah you just wish you could use a mallet.

this is a dream. No, make that a nightmare.
 I have been gagged. I might have been drugged. Slow

Sarah: ooooo

Eric: mmmmm... i like this story already.

Sarah: you're sick you know that?

Eric: *shrugs*

understanding of my bindings works it's way through tired
muscle. If I pull like this...
 "That's a good girl." I freeze, not really awake, and not
hearing. "Go ahead. Please Try."

Eric: Ranma you sick lil monkey.

 The voice sighs a little. "What are we going to do with you?  Can you
not even open your eyes to face me? Are you that
ashamed already?"

Sarah: hummm one has to wonder where this story is going.

 My eyes pop open and I see my malefactor, or should that be
fe-malefactor. On occasions it is hard to tell. My eyes tell  me of my

Eric: I wonder if this is consensual.

prison, my room. I have often had nightmares like  these, never really
remembering them, and I do not wish it.

Sarah: well since she says its a nightmare i would say no.

 I can tell by feel that both my hands and feet are tied to  what

appears

to be the bed posts. I am covered by a sheet,

Eric: What she cant tell the difference between what are bedposts and
arent bedposts?

currently, but I cannot sense clothes. The straps that hold me  are

solid,

but the posts...

Sarah: are they really bed posts though?  can you be sure?

 "Are you feeling alright, A-ka-ne? Can I make any more
comfortable? You know I do want to enjoy this to the fullest,  and you
_must_ be comfortable."

Eric: i find this story very... uhhh... arousing.

Sarah: Ick.. just dont look this way..

Dim: I think its depressing.

 The sound of her voice changes subtly. It is still cute, but  carries

an

undercurrent of strength. I look at her directly

Sarah: this has to be Ranma.

for the first time. It is still night out, but the street lamp  and

almost

full moon gives her form a ghostly appearance. Her  skin has always

been

Sarah: just early in the morning.

a

little pale, 'This close to sunburn',  or so the saying goes. She never
had been burned, even with  all her time in the sun.
 Her hair is long, longer than mine ever was. Her usual style  doesn't

Eric: Humm nope certainly not Ranma. Long hair.

Sarah: long.. this leaves Kasumi-

Eric: nah..

Sarah: Ukyou or Shampoo....

Eric: I'm still holding out for Ukyou.

show it though. The amibient light is not enough to  show the true

color

of her hair, leaving it a shiny black. She  is wearing a dark robe,

Eric: the effort to hide the color of hair makes it seem like Shampoo.

Sarah: then again she isnt speaking in that fashion she normally does.

velvet

I think, and her feet are out  of sight.
 My hands move a little, betraying my control. I want to get  free...
 "You know, you should really go easy on yourself. Don't
strain too hard-you might bruise that delicate skin of yours."

Eric: mmmm skin.

 I shiver ran down my spine, and I gave the Look. I have

Eric: hey a shiver ran down my spine too!

Sarah: coincidentally i think you meant A shiver ran down...

given her the Look before and I always stopped her dead. Not  this

time. I

Sarah: humm...

started to feel fear. Not fear of death, but fear  of helplessness.

Eric: thats not entirely bad...

Sarah: sheez boy you really need to get out more often.

Eric: what? its society!

 Anger is an easy emotion. Most people are angry. Usually
anger is directed at others, but stems from self-loathing.

Eric: a very interesting hypothesis right there. self loathing?

Sarah: humm so this is then implying Akane feels helpless?

Trust me, I know. I have spent a great deal of time hating who  I was,

or

was not, then lashing out at others in anger. But I  got over that. Now

I

only get angry at people who deserve it.

Sarah: perhaps this is sometime in the future?

 Fear can also be focused. Toward a thing or person or act.

Helplessness

is an entirely different matter. The depth of
dispair can only be imagined, or experienced. You would be

Eric: despair.

better off imagining.

Eric: ehhh... well it depends on the personality type?

Sarah: how so?

Eric: well sometimes facing fears is a very positive step.

Sarah: you're being preachy.

Eric: *shrugs*

 "Lets see how you look, shall we?" Her voice has almost lost  all of
it's cute feel, and starts it's upward spiral of
maliciousness.

Eric: yes shall we?

Sarah: lets cut to the chase already.

 Her hand falls to the sheet and caresses the cool cotton
next to my frame. She did not touch me, but I feel it as if

Eric: this is the bed frame?

she had. My body tries to expand it's touch in every
direction, but I am bound. I am in control.
 Without warning, the sheet is ripped from it's resting place  over my
body, and flutters gracefully to the floor. Half of it  is lit silver

by

the moon's iridescence. The other lies
waiting, patiently, in the dark of the room.

Sarah: well at leasts its not waiting IMPATIENTLY

 "Much better. You really should take it easy. This is just  too good

to

waste on getting hurt, you know." Again, a silky  voice with the
undercurrent of malice and steel. I shiver an  unexpected shake. It is

not

cold this time of year. It is the  feel of quickened wind racing across

my

skin, a reminder of my  new nakedness.

Sarah: just like a new born babe.

Eric: at least we dont have the normal juices flowing... you know in
great quantities and the silly dialogue that tends to go along with
these things.

 Yes, I am nude, with only a little more than when I was born  a new

Eric: didnt we already know that?

babe. I had gained enough since then to be embarassed by  my condition.

Sarah: hence the saying birthday suit. Hey didnt a friend of yours once
claim to have stood in her birthday suit on a golf course?

Eric: QUIET YOU!

A

state I tried to mask with rage. Again I try  the Look. Too bad, she is
not paying attention.

Sarah: if looks could kill...

 She leans over me, head at my abdomen. Inhaling a gentle
breath, she smells my navel. Slowly she sighs, almost in

Eric: eww sniffing at the navel?  whats next picking the belly button
lint?

pleasure. Her wind travels across my belly and down my legs,  gently

and

Eric: *burts into song* Everybody knows its Windy!

Sarah: an obscure reference at best.. you'll be lucky if any remembers
it.

teasing. A shiver threatens at the base of my
spine. It goes nowhere.

Eric: damn thats the best feeling those shivers.

 Her head floats up towards my head. Wisps of her hair stroke  my

skin,

causing gooseflesh all over. It is now that I smell  her. I know that

this

is no dream now. In none of my dreams

Sarah: oh good no discussion on how her love scent is flowing around the
room.

Eric: i always hated those... like that recent story with Ranma the
human vacuum cleaner.

have I ever sniffed, snorted, or smelled the least scent.

Eric: YOu dont know what youre missing.

 Clean skin assaulted my nose, along with a hint of cherry

Sarah: a very INTERESTING image...

Eric: Clean skin prepares to mount its assault on the nose having
captured the mouth.

blossoms. Not really sweet, but fresh.

Sarah: oooo and CHERRY blossums

 Her hair is a dark hood, hiding her ghostly visage of a
face. Exciting, electric, and terrifing this experience is. I  do not

Eric: well i hope its hiding a face.

Sarah: oh oh she's getting excited.

wish

to want this, but my body tells me otherwise. I

Sarah: hummm... well... now this is a strange swing.

don't really know how to fight this torture of pleasure.
 Again she inhales, this time around the swell of my breast  ending at

my

neck. She breathes out, sending gentle currents  of air across my taut
nipple and underarm. A not unpleasant  tingle shoots down my spine and
ends... lower.

Eric: ahem.... *rubs the back of his head*

 I focus on a simple kata, an attempt to seperate from my
body. These feelings are not mine, and I do not want them.
They come unbidden, bringing a teasing sensation. They promise

release,

but they do not deliver.

Sarah: oh but they will if you let them....

 I continue my mental work, and the body fades away. I
rejoice in the fact that I have seperated from those unwelcome
sensations.

Eric: awww c'mon go back.

 Then the cold water hits and with it a twisting sensation. I  feel
bigger and smaller, stronger and weaker.

Sarah: hahaha.. uhhhh.. wait a second....

Eric: hummm.

 "Don't ignore me, Akane." Steel, galvanized by rage.
 I stare in shock. In the window's light I see her face, a
silver symphony of rage and lust. Maybe a touch of disgust.
 "You have been a naughty girl. Now you will pay. I was
content with merely helping myself. Now I will take more."

Eric: oh this is now turning strange.

 The cold water is now freezing in the cool night. Still, it  is warm

to

her voice.
 My eyes widen further when I see myself. I know it to be me  for I am
looking from my eyes down my body. Yet it is not me.  I have lost my
busom, not that it was all that much, and  gained... a different tool.

Eric: suddenly all appeal for this story has disappeared.

Sarah: i dunno i kinda find it more intersting.

 My mind cannot grasp the change. I cannot feel what used to  be

there.

IT'S NOT THERE! My hips are simply not right, my  arms are obscene, and

my

chest is flat!

Eric: you're right this is obscene.

 My eyes go black around the edges as my mind reels.
 "No you don't." She threatens. My vision continues backwards  along

the

tunnel of conciousness. Then she slaps me. Twice.

Sarah: you go girl...

Eric: does anyone see the double standard being applied here?  *pokes
Sarah*

 Her hand is raised for a third strike when I finally see
her.
 "Good. Pay attention. You will not get away that easily,
dear Akane." Making sure that her point was made, she bounced  off the
bed.

Sarah: in what way does that emphasize the point?

 A slight flutter of sound, a whisper of movement, and her
robe was off. She too was naked underneath. The full breasts  that

almost

defied gravity. While in truth hers are not much  larger than mine, her
small frame makes them almost
impossible.

Eric: oh come on quite the suspense.

 When I first saw her, she was cute. Over the last few years,  she has
gained much maturity in form. I could call her
beautifull, if I were into that sort of thing.

Sarah: CUTE! its Ukyou...

Eric: ooooo mmmmm Ukyou..

 I know what others say of me. I know that people believe
that I am a lesbian. I am not. I am merely disgusted with all  the

members

of the male side of my species I have seen. They  are either gullible,
spineless, loquacious, or perverts. Mix  and match any of these traits

and

you will find all the men in  my life.

Sarah: oh yeah what about shinnosuke? (sp?)

 Even so, as dedicated as I am to heterosexuality, with
myself as the female partner, I cannot hide the excitement
that crawls out of my belly.

Eric: okay this has simply gone into a very strange course.

 She simply stands there gazing at me. Hours it seems, and I  cannot
dampen these thought that run through my brain.
 (Being heterosexual, doing IT with a girl right now would
not be a problem, right?)

Eric: uhhh... but wait.... hold everything... its not the same is it?

Sarah: oh just quite trying to figureit out and read.

 I shiver at that thought. I can't do It with another girl,  It just
wouldn't be right!

 Fearfully, I look at her. Before my eyes she becomes. From  the iron
maiden comes a sexual creature, oozing sensuality. I  feel the intense

Sarah: fascinating choice of words.. oozing indeed.

physicality of her being, and I cannot help  but respond. Her aura
glimmers in the half light, seemingly  more intense at her sweet zones.

Eric: oh oh we're devolving into that sickly prose.. sweet zones?

 I am embarrassed and enticed at the same time. Never have I  had this
feeling of weakness, and it shames me. Female, I  wouldn't have to

worry,

it is not as visible, not as
prominent, not as embarassing. Not that I wouldn't have known.

Sarah: oh its DEFINETLY prominent.

 This time, I cannot will It away. The sensations feed

Eric: well not as long as you are looking.

Sarah: See now you see the ultimate downfall of all men... they're
sexual arousal is tied up in their eyes... hence it appears they think
with their members.

themselves in a continuous mobius strip. I am both sides at
the same time, feeling the sensation from my new self tingle  and

augment

itself infinately, embarassingly.

Eric: lemme get this straight as a woman she finds the would-be rapist
enticing so her male sides respond..

Sarah: doesnt that make her a lesbian?

 At the same time there she is, radiating, oozing, exuding
sensuality. I know not how much I can take.

Sarah: we add exuding as well..

 After the second eternity this night, she glides to my
bedside, and repeats her earlier caress. Inhaling, sighing,
sweeping from center to head to foot to center. All the while,  a part

of

my new self stands up like an antenna. Being this  close to a girl has
always turned me off. Electrical switches  have more doubt than I.
 She kissed my nipple!

Sarah: well these things happen.

 Electric currents shoot through me. All hair on my body, now  that

there

Eric: in addition to light bondage we also have torture!

is some, stand on end and sway like cilia on an
ameoba. Good God!

Sarah: more fascinating imagery.

 Her fingers start to stroke my chest, exploring the new
muscles that lie beneath. She works all over my body, down
each arm and leg. No area is left untouched, no muscle
unexplored. Well, one.

Eric: and sheer torture that can be!

Sarah: how so?

Eric: well....

 Each caress does things I cannot describe. Pleasure, pain,  all is

one,

and my embarassment fades. But not it's cause.

Eric: pain? where's this pain coming from?

 I know that I tremble with each touch. I think I feel her
shudder as well.
 "Now is the time I take my payment."
 I force my eyes open, for they had been screwed shut. I look  at her

Sarah: is that sorta like having the brains screwed outta ya?

with uncomprehending eyes.
 She is kneeling at the top of my bed, holding a single
icecube in her hand. She reaches out and places it on my left  nipple.

Eric: you know i would find this far more fascinating if this were a
girl.

 My breath is ragged and I must force it in and out.She holds  it

there

for a minute or two, and I become used to the
sensation.
 "Now hold _very_ _still_." The icecube held by her left hand  is
repalced by a long needle. My eyes widen almost to saucers.  No, not

that!

Eric: oohhhhhhhhkay.

Sarah: *cringes*

 "This won't hurt a bit."
 With a quick jab, it is done. The needle slides through, and  I can

feel

it pull on the skin. Strangely, it does not
actually hurt. I did not look, for I was afraid.

Sarah and Eric: *cringing*

 When I opened my eyes, I saw that there, attached to my
nipple was a small, simple silver ring. Nothing gaudy, or
terribly outrageous. Still, I would not ordinarily be willing  put it
there.

Sarah: well we all need some sort of decoration.

 I wonder now, if I will turn back. I should, even Ranma
turns back and forth with a water temperature change. Could it  be that

I

have been similarly cursed? To always be turned into  a man with cold

Eric: welll duh.

water? Would my sexual orientation change  depending on my form? Or

would

I retain my fixation on men.
 I'll think about that later...
 I know only one thing. I know who I love.

Eric: gah thats it? you leave us like this?

Sarah: oh cold.. cold cold.

Eric: though i think about the question of your sexual orientation has
been answered.

Sarah: though now you can do all sorts of more interesting things.

--------------------------------------------------------------
Personal note to self:
 Change the names. Correct spelling and grammer mistakes.
 Also, remove gender-switch & emphasize bondage more.
 Think about changing a gender(straight male/female)

Sarah: oooooooooooooooooooh i get it!

Eric: this is taking me a while.

 I really like this story, Diary. I really don't know where  the Idea
came from, but... I do like this story. I hope to God  that Ranma or
Nabiki does not find this. I'd just die.
 Good night!
 akane tendo


(farther down the last page, in largish, if not sloppy handwriting)
 Akane,
   Is this an open invitation?
 ranma.

Sarah: hehehe..

Eric: apparently he didnt see the part about most of the men in her
life.

(Akane's face never faltered from beet red for three days.)



hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

So, now that I have had my fun, what did you people think?

Eric: well... it was a very intresting tale.

Sarah: at least you strayed from the typical lemon sequences about love
juices etc flowing.

Eric: an interesting exploration of Akane's sexuality.. i really liked
the part about most of the men in her life.  though you did seem to
forget shinnosuke who as far as i can tell is a complete gentlemen to
her.

(p.s. Yes, I know that I have other stories on hold. I am
getting to them! Really!)

Eric: oh its that familiar trap.

(p.p.s. real life sucks)

Sarah: well we can ask Eric all about that... right?