"There-you are done now," Alice spoke merrily to herself when she finished braiding her silky blond hair into a long plait. She stood before the mirror, which was fixed into the ornate oak frame of her polished dressing table. Her lips curved into a smile as she looked at her reflection.

Alice was a 25 years old hottie. She had supple locks, which glowed brilliantly around her oval face. The pink shade had a blushing effect on her cheeks and deep-set blue eyes. Her hourglass figure, clad into a 36F bra and pink microskirt, was a feast to eyes. "What do you think? Am I not..."

Alice paused shortly. She pursed her lips and rested her hands on waist. "NO. If I ask you the way Michelle did last night, it won't do well," she said in a mocking tone. "She had no idea how to question a mirror because she never read SNOW WHITE." She threw her head back and her tinkling laughter echoed through the well-furnished bedroom.

"Will you mind answering me, if I ask you like,

mirror mirror on the wall,

who is fairest of us all?"

Naturally, the mirror was not magical and it did not answer her question.

"Oh baby, you are the fairest," said Alice. She kissed on the mirror cheerfully and turned around. A copy of Emma Hudson's Forbidden Desires lay on the side-table of her lush bed. She went over and took it. The book belonged to women, whose letters filled it with lesbian fantasies. Some of them were long and explicit; other were implicit and quizzical. The letter of a pregnant woman, named Michelle, was a four-paragraphed narration of her frustration about actual fucking. Her beauty was fading due to three consecutive conceptions. The climactic failure urged her to conjure up a fantasy when she stood before the mirror. It began with the appearance of five girls around her. She had them between her legs, at her ass, sucking her tits, and in her mouth. She masturbated to a climax within seconds while imagining them.

Alice read the scene, fingering herself; she masturbated to a quick climax too. The girl-cum had a pleasant taste as she licked it off her fingers. The fantasy had some thrill and she dozed off, picturing it mentally.

Her erotic vision reeled itself into a dream of lesbians, who were making out with each other. She stood amongst them, watching their demo. None of the women took care to touch her. Then, someone came to her out of the blue. Her hand was taken and she followed her companion for one night stand.

Alice woke up instantly. She touched herself. It was another climax. The dream seemed a reality to her. However, it was disappointing to wake up alone in the room. She got out of bed, and took a shower to get rid of the sweat and cum.

"What a pity," said Alice, looking at the book in her hand. "She had to cum her fantasy out. Why on earth she isn't looking for the real cunts?" She sighed and put it back. On the second thought, she took it again and walked out of her house.

The morning breeze felt pleasant to Alice. She inhaled the fragrance of wild roses, which were planted alongside the lilies at the borders of her lawn. The three wooden benches had been polished last eve; all the plants were trimmed off to beautify the meadow. She walked, swaying her wide hips rhythmically, to the nearest bench and sat down.

Alice looked up. The only thing that drifted in the sky was a shadowy cloud. Suddenly, it occurred to her that the cloud had stopped its movement; it was lingering just above her. She frowned at the idea but a swift current of wind shook it off her mind. She had to look down. The pages of the book were flipping madly.

"Oh my," said Alice, holding them in place. Then, her eyes fell on the subtitle Beth. The author had dedicated a whole page to her fantasy. She raised the book and began to read it:

"Wow! Helen is so lucky," said Alice. "Oh how I wish to have a lover like Beth! If I were Helen, she might have no need to implore me like that."

Alice went on with fingering herself as she read the fantasy again. Her G-string was drenched in a moment. She sighed and reclined against the bench. "I'm cumming so much. The girls really know their stuff. It's so hot and impressive, even without pictures," she said.

Alice put down the book, and she closed her eyes. "I've dreamed for her," she spoke. "I really need her now. I wish for her to come here and kneel down before me, and eat my cunt. Will she drive me crazy, like Beth did Helen?" She dropped her soliloquy for a while, and moved a hand up her stomach. "Will she lick and smell me all over? Will she show me her passion?"

Alice paused. She squeezed her bra-clad melons. Their resilience provoked her to resume the soliloquy. "Will she suck and milk my tits to take me..."

Suddenly, she heard a sharp honking voice from nearby. It said, "Oh dear, I'll be too late!"

Alice's eyes flew open and she looked in the direction of that voice. The speaker was a large white rabbit who ran past her. He was clad in a red leather jacket. She could get a glimpse of the black gloves that stuck out of his waist-pocket.

Alice was amazed to see a rabbit acting human; he was dressed, running on hind toes, speaking, and taking something from his waist-pocket. It was a pocket-watch. He was too delirious to notice that his gloves had slipped off.

"Oh my, he dropped his gloves," said Alice and she called out, "Sir! WAIT."

The white rabbit honked back, "I don't have time! I'm already LATE. Her Majesty will cut off my balls if I won't be in TIME."

"But Sir, your gloves..."

"Another time, another time!"

Alice could do nothing but to run after him. She left the lawn behind, paused shortly to pick up the gloves, and resumed to follow the path taken by the white rabbit. Some way ahead, he took a corner to left and disappeared.

Alice turned around that corner to run through an alley. It finished into a huge baobab tree. She reached there, stopped, and knelt under the trunk to examine an opening.

"Wow! It looks like a big rabbit-hole he must have jumped into," said Alice. "I'd better follow him." Therefore, she crept like a quadruped and entered the hole.

The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then it dipped. Alice found herself falling down what seemed to be a well. Either it was very deep or she fell too slowly, for she had plenty of time to look about her. Hence, she tried to make out what she was coming to but it was too dark to see anything.

Down, down, down! It seemed to Alice that the fall would never end; but it was over, at last, when she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves.

Alice was not hurt a bit and she got to her feet right away. She looked up. It was all dark overhead. Before her was another long passage and the white rabbit was in sight, hurrying down it. She began running, and came nearer to him when he said, "I'm overdue. I'm really in a stew. I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!" Then, he pushed open a door and slammed it shut behind him.

Alice, panting for that crazy rabbit chase, had to stop herself by the door. She had tucked the gloves into her bra because she wanted to hand them back to him, but he was too distressed to comply with her. "The moron let me chase him like I had nothing else to do," she said in revulsion. "Oh to hell with him, and his gloves!"

She resolved to throw the gloves away and turn back to her home, but the idea of impossibility to climb up the well changed her mind. Therefore, she turned the golden knob and opened the door.

Alice found herself into a spacious clearing. The crowns of surrounding trees sheltered the place. There were scores of tents. Mattresses and cushions were directly placed on the ground.

Alice looked around, bemused at what she saw. There were young women, all nude and vulnerable. They were having sex as couples and groups. Mouths were locked in fanatical kiss. Nipples were released and retaken orally. Heads bobbed between thighs and ass-cheeks. Pussies and assholes were ravished by dildoes. The lavishness of their orgy was amplified with sighs, moans, and screams. It was so carnal and lascivious that Alice was aroused to touch herself between thighs. Then suddenly, she heard a woman's crisp voice behind her back, "Are you enjoying the show, baby?"

Alice gave a start and turned around to see that her addresser was a crowned redhead. She was 32 years old. The thin lips, short jagged hair, sober demeanor, and lofty posture hinted an air of authority about her. She was dressed into medieval male fashion and looked graceful. The close-set green eyes, however, had a peculiar impression on her face. They had a cold lingering stare.

"Er-I..." Alice stammered rather than affirming her question.

"Aren't you comfy here? Come on then, don't be shy! Cause, nobody is shy here."

Alice noticed that the crowned woman was smiling and her triangular face had brightened up, but her cold stare had a disturbing effect on her. Nonetheless, she managed to ask, "Who are you? Where am I?"

"Oh, I'm glad you asked that," said the redhead. "I'm Amoret, the queen of Castle Sappho Islands, Wonderland."

"C-Castle Sappho!"

"That's right," said the queen. "You have now entered the premises of LESBIANS."

"Lesbians?"

"Gosh! I never knew you would ask silly questions. Don't you believe in lesbians, baby? They do live in this world," said Amoret.

"No. Erm-I mean..."

"You've been reading about lesbians. You like them, don't you?"

Alice was speechless. She stared at Amoret and blurted out, "How do you know that?"

"You left a book on the bench", answered Amoret. "I took it behind your back. Haven't you seen the only cloud this morning? I was in there, watching you."

Alice frowned at her words, and she understood them in a moment. 'So that is why, the cloud had really stopped and lingered above me, ' she deduced. "You were watching me," she asked the queen, "but why?"

"Because I wanted to know you better," Amoret told her. "I'm glad to see that you are the right woman for me."

"What do you mean?"

"Wonderland is really an awesome place," replied Amoret. "All that's impossible is possible here. You won't be tired of fucking and screwing all day long. Surely, you can do this if there is a right person for you to mate with. Have you wondered, even for a second, why these dolls are nude when I'm the only one clothed here?"

Amoret noticed that Alice was blinking at her in confusion. "Ok. Just look around to see behind you," she said. Her thin lips curved into a smile.

Alice looked around. There was no sign of the door, but she saw a large stone wall with some words scrawled on it. She was taken aback and turned her head to exclaim, "The door's gone!"

"EXACTLY," said Amoret. "Like I said, all that's impossible is possible here. It's your destiny to live here as my wife."

"What! But how is that going to happen?"

"Do you think it's just a cock and bull story? NO, Not at all! And mind you, Castle Sappho chooses the women who are destined to be married."

"But..."

"Women can join one another in marriage, if they are true lesbians," Amoret cut her off.

"And you think I'm one of them," said Alice. "Oh I never had a woman to love with!"

"A true lesbian isn't just a woman of action," said Amoret. "If you are aroused by the fantasies of two or more women making love, Castle Sappho marks you as one in guarantee."

Alice reflected on Amoret's bold proposal and justification. 'That's strange, really strange," she wondered. 'But why does she want to marry me?'

Amoret asked her, "What are you thinking?"

"Just one thing," said Alice. "How can you say that I'm the right woman for you?"

"There are three answers to your question," said Amoret. "First, I want to stay with you forever. Just a sight of you lifts me up. You are incomparable in beauty and captivation, and that's why I love you. Second, you chased after the white rabbit to return him THESE." She fished out the black gloves from her purple tunic.

Alice frowned at the gloves. Then, she looked down at her chest and gasped. Amoret grinned at her and said, "You seem to have surprises today, my love."

"Ye-yes. I had them tucked into my bra and..."

"Oh they are in my possession now! Cause I'm their true owner," said Amoret. "You had no idea that they were charmed. The white rabbit served my purpose to bring you here. He was nothing but an enchanted minion."

The queen fell silent and smirked at the perplexed look on Alice's face. She threw the gloves aside and spoke, "It's absurd to chase after some silly creature for the trifle, isn't it? Nonetheless, you ran after him because their spell made you do that. As soon as you reached that door, the spell was warded off. Great things do happen if you want them to. You decided to open the door and then, came here."

"I just thought," said Alice, "that it's impossible to climb up the well and go home. I had no alternative."

"On the contrary, you HAD an alternative."

"What! But how?"

"If your decision was to stay away from the door, the passage would let you bypass the well and go back unharmed."

Alice raised her eyebrows. 'This place is indeed a wonder, ' she thought.

"Last but not least," Amoret said, "the door to the entrance is gone. The stone wall now declares that I don't have to wait any longer for the rightful mate."