Hmmm...seems I've gone and written an honest-to-god lemon...


WARNING: The following fanfiction is a lemon. This means that it
contains explicit sexual material, and should not be read by anyone
under the age of 18 or anyone who dislikes text material depicting
explicit sexual activity.
The following lemon may be viewed by many as particularly offensive,
due to the age of the characters involved. You have been warned.

Important Note: For a very important reason, I have elected to place
the true ending of this fic *after* my .sig at the end of the post.
This is to provide the reader with a failsafe...if you decide you'd
rather not find out who the story is about, skip the true ending.
Otherwise, scroll past the .sig to read the rest of the fic. 


C&C welcome. No lynch mobs, please.

	Virgin Territory
	A Sailormoon lemon

	She lay beside her lover, thoroughly exhausted, panting and gasping
for breath. Sweat seeped from parts of her body she didn't even know
had sweat glands, and she couldn't move for the life of her.
	She lay beside her lover, and the overwhelming sensations of her
first sexual experience filled her mind. 
	The shock and surprise at the passion with which they had kissed.
Their tongues seemed to want to melt, to merge into one, and the
final, mournful separation had been marked by a long, thin string of
saliva, which hung unbroken between them for precious seconds. 
	The longing in her lover's eyes...and the mischevious twinkle which
filled her with both excitement and fear.
	The trepidation as she had slowly removed her clothes. The flush
which threatened to creep from her face all the way to her labia as
she bore her body to her lover, who lay upon the bed and motioned for
her to take the top position. She did so, feeling the heat of her
flush intensify.
	Although she had been on top, it was clearly her lover who had
manipulated things. 
	Those things, of course, happened to be her breasts, followed by her
tender slit, followed by both at the same time, eliciting a gasp as
the heat continued to rise within her. Light moisture began building
up around her labia, which puzzled her.
	She felt her lover wriggling around beneath her, and then gasped as
something warm and moist touched her slit, pushing its way between
the outer folds, brushing across the sensitive inner flesh. A low
moan escaped her lips. Tiny drops of moisture dripped from her
clitoris.
	This continued for a few moments longer, after which her lover began
to wriggle around again. By this time, she was slick with sweat, and
felt hot enough to fry an egg on. The majority of the heat seemed to
concentrate on her crotch, and that place within that she was only
beginning to learn existed, that place from which the wetness had to
be coming.
	Her lover flashed a wicked grin at her, eyes gleaming mischeviously.
She gulped. 
	It was then that the toy came out. She blinked at it,
uncomprehending. A small, round plastic cylinder, connected to a
short cable, at the end of which was what looked like some kind of
little remote control.
	Her lover smiled up at her, and advanced on her with the cylinder
end. She opened her mouth to ask what it was...
	...but instead gave a slight yelp as the cold piece of plastic found
its way deep inside her. She grimaced; it wasn't painful, but it was
definitely a tight fit.
	With a playful grin, her lover pressed one of the buttons on the
little remote. Her eyes widened as the toy began squirming inside
her. She moaned as the wriggling motion of the odd little toy sent
waves of pleasure coursing through her body, drawing out more of that
mystifying wetness.
	The pleasure threatened to overwhelm her, and she began panting
heavily. Suddenly, the toy stopped. 
	She looked down, and noticed her lover's thumb upon the toy's off
switch. She paused, desperately wanting the pleasure to continue,
feeling a need deep inside. And yet her lover lay there motionless,
smiling at her.
	After an agonizing few moments, the toy was turned on again. She
arched her back, moaning in ecstasy. She felt that she was on the
verge of...something. What it was, she didn't know.
	Just as she was sure she was about to find out, the toy stopped
again. She gave a strangled cry, frustration and desparation mixed
with irritation, as she gazed down at her lover.
	Who smiled, and pulled the toy out of her.
	Just as she contemplated strangling her lover, or trying to get hold
of the toy and finishing the job herself, she felt something else
enter her.
	She looked down, then up. Her lover knelt before her, two fingers of
one hand planted deep in her slit. The other hand slowly caressed its
way up her body, then cupped one of her small breasts, kneading it.
	She gasped as her lover's fingers thrust deep inside her. Something
within tightened as the slow, deliberate attention continued. Long
moments passed, during which she gasped, caressing her lover's body
with her hands, arching her back as the two fingers inside her found
a particularly sensitive spot. The wetness became even worse.
	She became tighter as the insistent stroking continued. The only
thing preventing the fingers of her lover from getting stuck was the
now continuous trickle of moisture flowing from deep inside her.
Tighter and tighter, the need for...something...became more and more
urgent. 
	Finally, her entire body began to shudder, her back arching
involuntarily. Every nerve ending in her body exploded with mixed
pain and ecstasy. A warm, wet wave flowed out of her body, drenching
her lover's hand as the other girl withdrew her fingers. 


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Levi Strauss reminds you to just say no to crack.
Pull up your jeans.

It's there. Hair. On your derrier. But from where?

If you don't like my attitude, call 1-900-FUCK-OFF.

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Murasaki Otaku
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We gualantee derivery in thirty minute, or you get
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	Hotaru began to collapse, the heady aroma of her orgasm assailing
her senses as she slid off the girl beneath her, onto the bed. She
wanted to moan, to gasp, to shout, anything, but her voice didn't
want to cooperate. A thin string of drool rolled from the corner of
her mouth onto the sheet as she whimpered her lover's name.
	"Chi...bi...u...sa...cha...n..."