for awhile now I've had a file called "lemonbits" it contains all the
fragments of lemons that never were. one or two of these might eventually
see the light of day. virtually all of these scenes are the result of one
sitting, so they are short and rough.
Lemon Slush
by
Doug Whiddon
(With apologies to the appropriate parties)
These charachters belong to lots of people other than me.
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This first one started as a fusion between Ranma and the "Super Taboo" comic.
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Ranma looked down at Shampoo sleeping against
his chest. Despite last nights sexual Olympics he had woken
up with a massive erection. He looked around the room,
Kasumi was nowhere to be seen. He heard a clinking sound
from the kitchen.
He got up and padded out of the bedroom. Kasumi
was humming softly to herself as she puttered about the
kitchen. She was wearing a baggy sweater and a short skirt.
Ranma wondered if she was wearing underwear. He slipped
up behind her to find out.
Kasumi let out a small shriek as she felt a soft caress
between her legs, the silk underwear amplifying the touch.
She fell back against Ranma�s chest. A small giggle erupted
from her lips. �Hungry?� She asked. She felt Ranma�s
hardness against the cheeks of her butt.
�Yes. But not for food.� Ranma�s hands slid down
her hips, his thumbs hooked into the waist band of her
panties and slid them down.
Ranma turned Kasumi around and maneuvered her
to the kitchen table. He sat her down on the edge. There
were three jars of jelly on the table. Ranma opened the jar of
cherry and dipped to fingers in. Kasumi lifted her skirt and
He smeared the cold jelly on her mound and between her
lips. Then he pulled up a chair and sat down for breakfast.
Shampoo stumbled out of the bedroom wearing a
button up shirt with none of the buttons done. neither
Ranma nor Kasumi were in any position to appreciate the
view.
Ranma was down between Kasumi�s thighs and
Kasumi was laying back on the sturdy table. She had her
legs wrapped around Ranma�s head and was gripping the
table edge tightly.
Ranma was putting his intimate knowledge of the
female anatomy to good use.
Shampoo walked past the shaking table and checked
on the Miso soup and rice. She stirred the soup and turned
off the fire under the rice.
Kasumi fell back against the table with a long sigh.
Ranma stood up, licking his lips.
Shampoo got out six bowls. She filled three with
soup and three with rice. �Is you done?� She asked with a
smirk.
Kasumi slid off the table and straightened her skirt.
She had the presence of mind to blush. Shampoo giggled.
�Now we eat, then it Shampoo�s turn, yes?�
Ranma nodded. �If you want.�
The three ate breakfast silently, then the three went
off to take a shower. They took turns washing each other
and then went back to bed.
Later on Ranma didn�t hear the doorbell, his ears
where covered by Shampoo�s thighs. Kasumi Reluctantly
pulled herself off of Ranma�s erection to answer the door.
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This was an idea I had for a joke (lime, not lemon)
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Tenchi looked down at the photo Nabiki was
holding. Ryoko was sitting on a rock in the hotsprings. The
picture was a side view and more suggestive than revealing.
�I�ve got more, even better. 1000 yen per shot.�
Tenchi looked up at Nabiki. �You want to sell me
naked pictures of Ryoko?�
�Sure, I�ve seen you look at her. I know you want
them.�
Tenchi tried not to laugh. �Wait here for a minute.�
Nabiki smiled. Obviously he was going to get his
wallet.
Tenchi came back a moment later with Ryoko in
tow. Nabiki considered running. Ryoko was worse than
Akane, Ukyo and Shampoo combined.
�Ryoko...� Tenchi said her name with the
implication that it was a signal.
Ryoko nodded and phased out of her clothes.
Nabiki�s eyes doubled in size. �Wha... what are you
doing!?�
Ryoko shrugged, �Tenchi asked me to.�
�You can put your clothes back on now.�
Ryoko picked up her clothes and left the Dojo.
Tenchi turned to the still shocked Nabiki. �Trust me
on this, seeing them naked is not a problem. Keeping them
dressed and out of my bed is.�
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I hate shaving, I have a mustache because I've never quite mastered the art
of shaving my upper lip without cutting myself.
(and, most anime women have no pubic hair.)
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Tenchi contemplated himself in the bathroom mirror.
There was shaving cream on his face. His first shave. Oh
well, staring at it wasn�t going to help. Tenchi moved the
razor to his face...
�What are you doing?�
Mihoshi appeared at Tenchi�s shoulder.
�Gahhhh!� The razor slipped and Tenchi cut himself.
�Oh, your bleeding! I�ll call Washu.�
Tenchi grabbed Mihoshi�s arm and pulled her away
from the door. He noticed that the door was still locked.
How the heck had she gotten in?
�Mihoshi, I don�t need Washu. It�s just a little nick,
dad gets them all the time.�
�Oh, okay. So, what are you doing?�
Tenchi wondered if she was serious. �I�m shaving.�
�I�ve heard of that, it�s how you remove unwanted
body hair, right?�
Tenchi nodded. He stopped for a second. �You
don�t shave?�
�I don�t have facial hair.�
�That�s not what I mean. Don�t you shave your legs
and under your arms?�
�Why would I? I don�t have any hair there.�
Mihoshi hopped up onto the edge of the counter and
watched intently. �How often do you do this?�
�Well, dad shaves every day, but this is my first
time.� Tenchi nicked himself again. �Damn.�
Mihoshi giggled. �Here, let me.� Mihoshi took the
razor from Tenchi�s hand.
Tenchi wasn�t sure he wanted Mihoshi wielding a
razor blade near his throat. �That�s okay I can...�
She pushed back on Tenchi�s forehead to tip his
head back and set to work. A minute later she was done.
Not one nick.
Tenchi examined himself in the mirror. �That�s
pretty good.� Actually it was great. Smooth as a baby�s
butt.
Mihoshi rinsed off the razor and looked at it closely.
�It�s so primitive. I wish I could feel what it�s like.�
Tenchi applied some aftershave. �You could try it, if
you had any useless body hair.�
Mihoshi slipped off the counter. �Okay, I will.� She
unbuttoned her slacks and let them fall to the floor.
Tenchi stared, google eyed. Mihoshi�s panties and
shirt soon joined her pant�s. She stood naked before Tenchi.
�What are you doing?�
�You said I could try it, and I�ve only got one place
to try it on, so...� She looked down between her legs.
Under Tenchi�s bed were several magazines. He
kept them under his bed because it seemed traditional, not
because he worried that someone might find them. His
father would probably buy him a subscription if he asked.
His favorite of the books had a pictorial in which a
young woman shaved her pubic hair off and then played
with herself. Now, Mihoshi was about to act out one of his
favorite fantasies right in front of him.
Mihoshi turned to face the cabinet, giving Tenchi a
perfect view of her round butt. She rooted around in the
cabinets for a few minutes.
�Tenchi, do you have a hand mirror?�
Tenchi shook his head, no.
�Oh, how can I do this?� Mihoshi thought for a
minute. She looked at the mirror over the sink. She turned
to Tenchi. �I guess you�ll have to do it.�
Tenchi blinked. �Do what?�
�Shave me. I did you, you can do me.�
A tent formed under the towel Tenchi was wearing.
Mihoshi hopped back up on the counter and spread
her legs.
Tenchi stared at the gates of heaven. A patch of
thick blonde curls covered her mound. Usually Tenchi
would have cleared out by now, but this was one
opportunity he was not going to pass up.
Tenchi picked up the can of shaving cream and
sprayed some into his palm. He rubbed the cream into her
flesh and used the razor to carefully remove all traces of hair
from her mound.
Tenchi almost came just from shaving her.
Mihoshi slid down the cabinet, her foot catching
Tenchi�s towel on the way. She looked down at his
erection. �Did you enjoy that?� She asked, with a smile.
Tenchi nodded. Mihoshi took him in he hand and
drew him close until the head of his penis touched her shorn
mound. She closed her eyes and rubbed the head all over it.
She drew a ragged breathe.
�Are you okay?�
�I just came. Is the increased sensitivity the reason
Earth women shave there?�
�Most don�t, some do because it�s sensual. And
some men like it that way.�
�Men like you?�
Tenchi nodded.
Mihoshi leaned down and collected Tenchi�s towel.
She folded it carefully and set it on the floor. She sat down
on the towel and spread her legs. �Take me for a test
drive?�
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This is the result of hanging around www.mcstories.com
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Shinji stopped just around the corner from school. Rei and
Asuka stopped as well. He turned to them. �Lift your
skirts.�
The girls complied. Rei was wearing basic white
panties, as usual, Shinji made a note to change that. Asuka
was wearing something a little more creative, the bottom
half of a tiny bikini in an American flag pattern. Shinji
smiled. �Take off your panties.�
The girls slipped out of their garments. They offered
them to Shinji. He shook his head, no. �Trade. Put them in
your bags. If any boy notices that you aren�t wearing any,
offer him a blow-job for his silence.�
The girls blushed, but they would obey. They also
knew their master well enough to know if they didn�t give at
least one blow-job they would be punished.
Asuka wound up giving four, Rei got away with
only one.
Later they went back to Misato�s apartment where
they told Shinji the circumstances of each. The sound of
Ristuko fucking Misato with a strap on proved to be only a
minor distraction.
Asuka�s had been three students and a teacher. One
student had been a senior and had really wanted a fuck,
Asuka had claimed that she was a virgin and he let her off.
�Well, Asuka, since you had the most trouble, I
guess you deserve a reward.�
Asuka cringed slightly. A reward from Shinji would
be something painful. The last �reward� had involved nipple
clamps, candle wax, and a whip.
Shinji whispered something to Rei, who smiled
softly. He stood up and walked into the kitchen.
Rei turned Asuka around and bent her over the arm
of the couch. She lifted Asuka�s skirt and kneeled behind
her. Rei�s tongue slipped into Asuka�s cleft and bumped
against her clit. Asuka�s sex became wetter and wetter.
Shinji returned from the kitchen. He motioned for
Rei to move away and Asuka shrieked lightly when he stuck
something in her butt. She felt something warm enter her
ass.
�What is that?�
�Just a little olive oil. It will make this easier.�
�Make what easy.... Aaah?!� Asuka cried out as her
bottom was penetrated by Shinji�s hard cock.
�Oh, God!� Asuka tightly gripped the seat cushion
in front of her as Shinji plowed her painfully stretched
rear-end. Anal sex was a new one. They had done lots of
things, but not this.
�Hey, Shinji...� Misato�s question died in her throat
as she noticed what Shinji and Asuka were up to. She stood
and watched them for a few minutes. Without stopping,
Shinji looked up at her.
�What?�
Misato slipped her hand down to cup Shinji�s
thrusting buttocks. �Can we borrow Rei?�
�Okay, but I want to borrow your camcorder later.�
�Deal.� Misato gestured to Rei who was sitting on
the couch with one hand in her cunt. Rei stood and
followed.
Shinji sprayed cum up Asuka�s butt. �Aaah! That
was nice.� He looked down at Asuka �Wasn�t that nice?�
Not really, but Asuka nodded. �Thank you, master.
Will we be doing that again?�
�Not often, I don�t want you to get too used to it.�
Asuka sighed into the cushions. Shinji stepped back and
slapped her butt, hard. �Come on, lets take a shower.� They
passed Misato�s room on the way the shower. Ritsuko was
nowhere to be seen, Misato was on the bed, her legs open.
Rei was between Misato�s legs using her tongue and a small
vibrator on her.
They found Ritsuko in the shower. The pair slipped
in behind her. Shinji cast an appraising eye over her body.
Rei and Asuka where children by comparison. Ritsuko was
a woman in full bloom.
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If Anne Rice had written Sailor Moon...
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Princess Serena sat on her balcony sipping tea.
Outside her chambers a battle raged. Last year her mother
had decreed, after Serena had rejected the final suitor, that
any prince who could fight his way through the palace guard
and reach the princess�s bedchamber could have her.
Serena had, of course, been enraged. But no soft
prince could ever succeed. Especially since Serena had
dipped into the treasury and hired some of the fiercest, most
bloodthirsty mercenaries to increase the strength of the
Palace guard.
The sound of clashing swords grew loud outside.
Louder than they ever had before. Whoever this one was, he
was a lot farther along then any of the others.
Something heavy hit her door. That wasn�t good.
Her door opened and in stepped a man with a sword. He
wasn�t with the guard.
�Who are you?�
�Darien, Prince of Irth.�
Serena picked up her sword. She wasn�t going down
without a fight.
Darien grinned. �I�m going to enjoy this.� He
approached, his sword raised.
Serena lunged, Darien parried. Not with his long
sword, but with a heavy short sword in a hard sweeping
motion. The smaller blade caught Serena by surprise,
knocking her sword out of her hand.
Serena fell back at the foot of her bed. She lowered
her eyes. �All right. You win. I�ll marry you.�
�Marry you? Why should I want to marry you?�
�Why else did you come here?�
�Your mother decreed that any prince who could
fight his way here could have you. Marriage wasn�t
mentioned.�
Serena cringed when she realized he was right. By
her mothers own decree this prince could do with her as he
pleased.
�I see, you finally realize the position you are in.
You could fetch an amazing price at the slavers market.
Many wealthy landowners would want to breed you. Add
your royal blood to their families.�
Serena began to cry silently. �P...please, don�t sell
me. I�ll do whatever you want.�
Darien sat down on the edge of Serena�s bed. �I
would only sell you if it wasn�t worth keeping you.�
Serena kept her eyes lowered. She waited for him
to give her orders. Darien stared at his prize. He already
owned three other princesses and a couple of lesser slaves,
but Serena would be the jewel in his crown. Darien�s hands
tugged at the laces of her gown. The laces gave way and the
light dressing gown fell away. Serena�s hands came up to
catch it, Darien caught them in his own. The gown fell to
the ground. Serena�s body was laid bare.
Darien�s breath caught in his throat. She was
magnificent. It wasn�t that she was the prettiest girl he�d
ever seen. She was slim with small hips and a medium bust.
Nothing special individually, but put together she was
incredible.
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Does Rei even know what sex is? She's lived a very shelterd life
and had little contact with others. (school hardly counts since she
never socializes.)
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Rei Ayanami wandered between the shelves of a
used bookstore near her apartment. Reading was one of the
few things she took any form of pleasure in.
Commander Ikari gave her a living allowance for
clothes and such, it seemed to be a lot more than she
needed. After all, she had three school uniforms, what did
she need with more clothes? So she usually used the extra
to buy books.
She had read most of the books on science and
theology, so there wasn�t much left in this shop that
interested her. She wandered the shelves at random. She
was about to give up and leave when a pair of books caught
her eyes. She picked them up and examined them closely.
She was intrigued enough to buy both of them.
The saleslady eyed her closely as she placed the
books in a bag. Rei ignored her. Later, at her apartment, Rei
read the two books with great interest. She decided that
reading them wasn�t enough, she wanted to conduct some
experiments. First, she would need a partner.
�What did you call me over here for?� Shinji was no
longer shocked by the rotten conditions under which Rei
lived.
�I want to try something and I need your
assistance.�
�All right, what do you want to try?�
�Copulating.�
It took Shinji a moment to realize what she meant.
When he did, he blushed furiously. Shinji looked away from
Rei, to embarrassed to make eye contact. His eyes fell to
Rei�s bed, there were two books sitting on it. The �Kama
Sutra�, and the �Joy of Sex�. Shinji wondered if they had
something to do with the way she was acting.
Shinji looked back at Rei. She had taken off her
jacket and was unbuttoning her blouse.
What the heck.
A few minutes later they stood before each other,
naked as the day they were born. Shinji looked at Rei
nervously. Rei picked up the �Joy of Sex� and began
thumbing through it. She apparently found what she was
looking for. She approached Shinji, the book in one hand.
Shinji restrained a giggle, she was approaching this
as a scientific experiment.
Rei put her hand on the back of Shinji�s neck and
pulled him towards her for a kiss. She held the book up
behind Shinji where she could keep referring to it.
Shinji held back.
Rei let go and stepped back. �Am I doing something
wrong?� Rei looked through the book to check her
procedure.
Shinji knocked the book out of her hand and onto
the floor. �Don�t go by a book, if we�re going to do this, we
should just let it happen.� Shinji slipped his arms around her
waist and pulled her close. Rei tipped up her head and the
two kissed. Shinji slipped his tongue into her mouth and she
matched it with her own.
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This started as a lemon side story to my 'Neon Genesis Rock and Roll'
which I should probably write another part to.
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Misato polished off her third beer and opened her
fourth. �It drives me nuts to know he�s so near, yet so far.�
Soft strains of guitar music emerged through the
wall.
Ristuko tilted her head to listen. �Do you think he�ll
do that every night?�
�Do you think he�s naked?�
Ritsuko choked on her beer. �What?�
�I just have this picture of him standing naked in his
apartment playing the guitar.�
Ritsuko closed her eyes and formed the same
picture. A soft smile crossed her face. �Oh, yeah.�
�You want to go see if he want�s some company?�
Ritsuko looked at her half-drunk friend. �Are you
serious?�
There was a knock on Shinji�s door. He set down
his guitar and pulled on a shirt before answering.
Ritsuko and Misato where standing outside his door.
Misato had a six-pack in one hand and an open can in the
other. �You want some company?� Shinji was wearing an
jeans and the open shirt he had just pulled on. Misato�s eyes
trailed along his form.
Not really, but Shinji didn�t want to be rude. �Sure,
come on in. But... leave the beer. Okay?�
Ritsuko followed Shinji into the apartment, Misato
drained the beer she had and set the six-pack by the door.
Ritsuko sat down on the couch next to Shinji�s
guitar. She touched the strings gently. �Nice guitar.� Not
that she really knew a good guitar from a bad one.
�It�s a very expensive guitar.� Shinji picked up his
instrument and sat down opposite. He started to pluck a
simple tune. Misato sat down next to Ritsuko, the two were
entranced by the Shinji. Not so much by the tune, as by the
way his arms moved over the strings. He showed such skill.
When he finished playing he leaned the guitar
against the couch and looked at the two women. A certain
look passed between them. A look that said, �I know why
your really here.�
Misato sat forward and pulled off her shirt. Ritsuko
stood up and pulled off her slacks. The two women
approached him. Ritsuko kneeled by his side on the couch,
Misato kneeled between his knees.
Shinji and Ritsuko kissed deeply while Misato
opened Shinji�s jeans with all the eagerness of a child at
Christmas.
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In JuraiKnights "Quantum Destinies" it's mentioned that Rei
(of SM fame) is engaged to Tenchi.
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The door to Tenchi�s room slid open. He looked up
from his desk to see Rei standing in the doorway. She
smiled at him.
�Busy?�
Tenchi shook his head, �not really.�
�Great, I got a new outfit. Would you like to see?�
Rei�s grin threatened to swallow her face.
Not really, thought Tenchi. �Sure, why not.� The
outfit didn�t interest Tenchi, but watching Rei put it on did.
Tenchi turned his seat to follow Rei as she walked
over to his bed and lay her bag down.
Rei untied the scarf that was part of her school
uniform. Tenchi�s attention was drawn to her shirt. She
stopped. �Tenchi, you can�t watch me change.�
Tenchi fell of his chair. �What? But I�ve watched
before.� And more than that...
�Not this time. You have to wait outside.� Rei
pointed at the door.
With a sigh of resignation, Tenchi exited his room.
After what seemed lime an eternity in the hall, Rei called
him back in.
Tenchi�s breathe caught in his throat when he
opened the door. Rei was lying on his bed, the sheets pulled
back. Her new outfit was apparently from Victoria�s Secret.
White lace stockings led up her long legs, garters
held them to a white bustier. White silk panties and long
white gloves completed the ensemble. And everywhere were
little red hearts.
�Wow.� It took all of Tenchi�s mental energy to
articulate the single syllable.
Rei held out one hand and beckoned to Tenchi with
a finger and a smile.
Tenchi closed the door behind him and turned off
the lights. The room didn�t become dark, sunlight streamed
through the windows, the natural light was better.
Tenchi stripped off his clothes and left them in a
heap on the floor. He slipped into bed next to Rei, who
welcomed him with a kiss.
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What if we crossed Tenchi Muyo with OMG?
(I'm sure it's been done, but still...)
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Tenchi Morisato, college student, sat in his bathtub
contemplating the odd turn his life had suddenly taken.
Yesterday he was just a normal freshman living in the dorm
at Nekomi Tech. Now he was living in an old temple with
an alien. Alien. Tenchi repeated the word again, alien, it still
seemed unreal. He closed his eyes and lay back in the warm
water.
After a few minutes he heard a splash. He opened
his eyes to see Mihoshi siting on a stool next to the tub. She
was holding an empty bucket, it�s previous contents running
down her body.
�Gaaah!� Tenchi turned around quickly.
�I�msorryIdidn�tmeantolookatyou.�
Mihoshi reached around and put her hand on
Tenchi�s head, turning him to face her. �Why not? Am I not
up to the standard of beauty on this planet? I thought I
was.�
Tenchi kept his eyes firmly shut. �You... you�re very
pretty, it�s just.... rude.�
�I�m being rude?�
�No. I am. I shouldn�t see you like this without your
permission.�
Mihoshi giggled. �I knew you were in here. I think
the permission was implied when I opened the door. Now,
open your eyes and look at me!�
The forcefulness of Mihoshi�s tone bypassed
Tenchi�s consciousness and forced his eyes open. Not that
he regretted it. Tenchi�s view was partially blocked by the
edge of the tub, but he could clearly see Mihoshi�s smiling
face and her large bust. �Wow.� was Tenchi reply.
Mihoshi giggled. �Boy, if your like this now, I
wonder what you�ll be like in bed.�
Blood spurted out of Tenchi�s nose.
�Oh, are you hurt?� Mihoshi moved much closer to
Tenchi, which only served to increase the blood flow.
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DB Sommer has been writing a fic called 'vacation days'
Tenchi goes on vacation with Mihoshi. That idea
inspired our final bit.
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Tenchi studied the ships controls in front of him,
comparing the diagrams in the flight manual with the real
thing. Since the trip to the ocean side resort Mihoshi was
taking him to would take ten days she had offered to teach
him to fly the ship. Although truthfully, Yukinojo did most
of the teaching.
�Tenchi?�
Tenchi looked up to see Mihoshi in the doorway.
She was wearing a robe. �Would you like to see what I�m
going to wear on the beach?�
�Sure, why not?� Tenchi leaned back in the control
chair and waited for the fashion show.
Mihoshi�s robe slid to the floor.
Her choice in beach wear was indeed stunning. A
red bikini so small that the question of whether or not
Mihoshi was a natural blonde was settled forever. The site
of so much curvy tan flesh in front of him fried Tenchi�s
brain.
Mihoshi smiled. �I guess you do like it.� Her hand
came down on his crotch, she gently rubbed his erection
through his shorts.
�Uhm... Mihoshi, I don�t think...� Tenchi tried his
best to back away, the chair made that difficult.
�I think you should stop thinking for awhile.� She
reached down on the side of the chair and did something.
Tenchi found that he was literally glued to his seat. Seeing
his confusion Mihoshi explained. �Gravity harness, better
than seatbelts.� She slid his zipper down and reached into
his pants. �I think that your biggest problem with all of us
has been your virginity. So, if I get rid of that, most of your
problems should go away.�
Mihoshi�s hand inside his pants did away with most of
Tenchi�s resistance.
(Despite his behavior he was still a guy.)
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Until next time...
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Science Fiction writers build castles in
the air; the fans move into them; and the
publishers collect the rent. It's a nice
place to visit but please dont' try and
live there
-Sharyn McCrumb "Bimbos of the death sun"
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I fic, therefore I might be.
omne ignotum pro magnifico
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