Into Lala Land Part One

By Philo Hunter

Red-haired and freckle-faced, Brit has always been a girl who floated through life in Anchorage, Alaska bored and horny. No partner, no matter how interesting they seemed, ever managed to keep her attention for long. Each woman always grew boring quickly and Brit would leave them behind, retreating into fantasy where things were never boring.

She called this magical realm filled with sexy monsters that would come to ravish her ‘Lala Land’. A place where her partners were firm-handed and good at commanding her to submit, a place where she could indulge in her BDSM-tinged fantasies. It was her secret place, one she never shared with anyone else, not even its name.

Then one night, sitting outside her trailer and watching the stars, a cute tomboy came to bum a cigarette from her and everything changed. Somehow the alluring girl knew about Lala Land and even seemed to be one of the ‘monsters’ of her fantasies come to ravish her.

Brit soon finds herself floating in and out of Lala Land, the fantasies too real to be just dreams. Ghosts and fire sprites fill her nights with sensual delights, leaving her wondering how Lala Land became so real. And through it all she will discover things about herself, like her need to be dominated by women. As she embraces her submissive side Brit begins her journey by opening a door to a startlingly real world of erotic delights and chillingly sensual monsters.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Philo Hunter
• Release date: Oct 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005182700

Philo Hunter

Philo Hunter has enjoyed creating stories all of his life. He now turns the hobby inwards to explore and share sexual fantasies with the world at large. His stories are detailed, highly graphic erotica. With a love of erotic mind control and a fascination with heroines in peril his stories tend to center around one or both of those subjects.

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Into Lala Land Part 1

By Philo Hunter

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Copyright 2022 Philo Hunter

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This publication is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains explicit scenes, situations, and graphic language that may be offensive to some readers. All sexually active characters portrayed in this publication are 18 years of age or older. Please store this ebook file where it cannot be accessed by minors.

The events and relationships portrayed in this publication are for the purpose of erotic fantasy only and are not meant to encourage illegal or immoral behavior.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental or used as parody.

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Contents

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter One

Brit sat in a foldout camping chair outside her trailer, head back as she smoked a cigarette and looked up at the sky. It was a crisp, clear autumn Alaskan night and the stars were out.

She was barely aware of the trailer park around her. The distant streetlights at its edge provided only a little illumination and there were only a few dim lights coming from other trailers at this hour. Hers was dark due to the blackout curtains she needed to sleep in summer.

Brit was enjoying the stars, savoring their faint twinkle seen over the light pollution of the city. More than the stars she savored the crisp coolness of the autumn weather, indulging in the nightly fall chill as long as she could before the winter freeze came. She could already feel it would be coming in the next few weeks. Fall was never long enough in Anchorage, Alaska.

Still, part of her was eager for the cold of winter along with the numb of the dark season that, once begun, would seem like it would never end… After a summer of midnight suns she’d missed the night and staying up late to sit outside staring at the stars while she smoked, it was like greeting an old friend.

Could I maybe bum one of those off you?

Brit lifted her head and lowered her eyes to see a young girl about her age, in her early twenties, standing in a black hoodie at the road’s edge. Just like her, the girl had a build the baggy hoodie and sweatpants hid but judging by the girl’s facial features she was, just like Brit, thinner than not.

Sure, Brit said, pulling her pack of cigarettes out of her baggy hoodie’s kangaroo pouch and offering one to the girl. She looked down to find her lighter but by the time she’d pulled it out and offered it to the girl her cigarette was already lit, no sign of a lighter anywhere.

Brit was a little impressed she’d gotten her lighter out so fast, lit her cigarette, then hidden the lighter back away. As with all things in life she looked for things to interrupt the boredom that seemed to haunt her every moment. Little mysteries, even though they almost always had boring answers, relieved the boredom for a little bit. The girl, cute enough to distract her, and intriguing with her cigarette-lighting skills, could chase away the boredom for a time so she invited her to sit in the other fold-out camping chair sitting next to her.

I’ve never seen you around here before, she told the girl as she next to her.

Just moved in three trailers down, she said, pointing. With my partner, she added.

Too bad, Brit through with a mental sigh. She’s cute. A bit of a tomboyish face especially with that short messy brown hair but still plenty cute enough. And at least she didn’t say ‘boyfriend’.

The girl turned from Brit when she took a drag on her cigarette, only turning back when she exhaled. You lived here long?

Long enough, Brit answered, twitching her nose in annoyance.

She hated answering questions about herself. She was a nobody and a nothing, just floating through life going about the motions needed, waiting for… something. Questions about herself made her face how dull her life was and she hated that.

You new to Anchorage or just the trailer park? Brit asked the girl, changing the subject and continuing to make conversation out of boredom more than anything. Knowing the girl wasn’t single had dulled the initial excitement she’d felt when looking down from the stars and seeing the girl standing there. As was often the case, Brit wasn’t just bored she was horny, too. And a cute tomboy would be just the thing to temporarily cure both things even if she’d have just grown bored of her after a few fucks.

New to Anchorage, the girl said after turning away from Brit to take another drag. I just… moved here.

The pause the girl took piqued Brit’s interest. What does that mean? she asked, feeling the boredom-reducing rush of a mystery and wanting the small high of having it solved.

It means my life is complicated, the girl said, turning from Brit to take another drag. When she turned back and blew smoke out her nose there was just a moment Brit thought she’d seen the girl’s eyes burning like the embers of the cigarette’s cherry but decided at once it must have just been the reflection of the cherry in her eyes.

Brit blinked, staring at the cigarette held between the girl’s fingers. The cherry was burning bright, yet something was wrong… Too much was left. It looked like it had just been lit.

How are you doing that? Brit demanded, sitting up a little. She’d seen her exhaling so much smoke… she MUST have been taking deep, long drags of the cigarette when she turned away, but it looked like she’d JUST lit it.

Doing what? the girl asked innocently, flicking the cigarette onto the ground and grinding the burning bit out with her heel.

Hey! What the fuck? You ask for a cigarette then barely smoke it?

Brit glared at the girl who looked confused. Her eyes darted down then back up to Brit’s, her cheeks flush from… what? The autumn chill? Embarrassment at being caught barely smoking the cigarette? That had to be it. She’d been faking smoking it. It must be colder than Brit thought and the smoke she’d seen the girl exhaling must have just been her breath. But why fake it?

Suddenly sure she knew what was going on, Brit’s anger melted away and she smiled slyly at the girl. I know what’s going on, she told her.

You do? the girl said dumbly.

You just wanted to chat me up because you think I’m cute. You looking to cheat or are you looking for a unicorn for you and your partner?

Brit decided right then both answers would be acceptable. Something messy that would stir up drama in the trailer park was just what she needed to interrupt the boredom she’d been feeling settling in more heavily than normal in her life.

Once more the girl blinked, confused. I just wanted a cigarette, she insisted innocently. Yet she was looking hard at Brit, appraising her facial features in a