From: "Eric Adams" Subject: Re: [FFML] [fanfic][S&E][ranma1/2][lemon]Intimations 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 To: 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?