IF A PICTURE PAINTS A THOUSAND WORDS #7
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman, Based (Loosely) on a Story in Lunatic Party #1

by Sailor Mac
	"Oooh, you're not gonna believe what we did THIS time!"
	Not again, I think. Not another loud tale of wild sex from Leanne. . .I
look around at my friends. Molly and Lita have resigned "here we go again"
looks on their faces. Amy is turning red already, just anticipating the
details to come.
	"Maybe we should move?" Amy says in a small voice.
	"Why bother?" Lita replies. "You can hear her from halfway down the block."
	We go back to eating our lunches, trying our best to block out the loud
voice from across the schoolyard.
	"We actually got into S&M!" Leanne bellows. Well, *that* made everyone's
heads snap up!
	"No WAY!" yells one of Leanne's cronies.
	"Way! He bought me this wicked looking leather bondage gear, and he gave
me a whip and a paddle, and I tied him up and whacked him over and over!
And he LOVED it!"
	"Oh, Gods. . ." moans Amy, looking like she's going to pass out.
	"Leanne, you've got to be kidding us! He *loved* being hit?"
	"For sure! He couldn't get enough! And it really turned us both on. Wanna
hear what happened next?"
	"That does it," Lita says, getting to her feet. "I'm gonna let her know if
she keeps on with that crap, I'm going to make her hurt *badly*. And she's
*not* going to love it."
	"Lita, don't," Molly says. "We can go up on the roof to eat."
	"And have her keep on upsetting the *rest* of the students? No way!"
	And then, the bell ending lunch period goes off. I don't think I was ever
so glad to hear it.
	We start to head back to class, and I see Lita saying something to Leanne,
and Leanne making a face back at her. But I can't really focus on what
she's saying, because images are going through my head. . .images and
questions.
	Leanne claims to love this hentai she does all these nasty things with.
But who would do something like that to someone they love? And who would
get *pleasure* out of being *beaten*?
* * *
	After school, we all head for Crown Cafe, where Mina and Raye are filled
in with the details of the lunch period.
	"This Leanne sounds like a *serious* looney tune," Raye says. "She needs
psychological help *badly.*"
	"Try telling her that," Lita replies. "She seems to think it's her *right*
to broadcast her sex life to the entire school."
	"And, unfortunately, people like that, who can't see their own problems,
will never get help," Amy says.
	"Oh, I wouldn't say *never,*" Mina says. "Who knows. . .Leanne may wake up
tomorrow and realize what a mess she's made of her life! Like the saying
says. . .don't count your boobies until they're hatched!"
	Well, that brought the conversation to a screeching, grinding halt, I
think. . .
* * *
	After a pitstop at home, for dinner ("You're quiet tonight," my mother
says) and the usual fib about where I'm going (Mina's house this time), I
take off with my little overnight bag for Darien's apartment.
	After I greet him with a hug and kiss, he says, "Hmm. . .you only flew at
me with half your usual speed. And you've got a shadowed look in your eyes.
. .that could be one of three things. Your mother yelled at you for
something. . ."
	"Nope."
	"You flunked a test. . ."
	"Nope. Got a B+ in history today, in fact."
	"Or. . .Leanne created another scene at lunch."
	"Bingo."
	He hugs me, and we sit on the couch. "Don't let her bother you, honey.
She's just a disturbed girl who knows nothing about what *real* love
between a man and a woman is."
	"That's what Raye said. . .although her exact words were more like 'she's
a real looney tune.'"
	He laughs, then leans over for a kiss. "I've got something that'll cheer
you up a bit. I got 'Hope Floats' from the video store. I knew you wanted
to see it. . ."
	I'd already seen it at Lita's place earlier this week, but I wasn't going
to tell him that. I lean over to pick up the box the videotape is in, and.
. .
	"What's this, Darien? A textbook? You're studying on a Friday night?"
	"No, love, it's not *exactly* a textbook. . ."
	"Looks like a medical text to me."
	"Well, um, actually I've been doing a bit of. . .independent research. .
.on female sexual response. More specifically. . .the G-spot."
	"G-spot?"
	"A place in a woman's vagina which, supposedly, gives her a different kind
of orgasm than the usual. She even ejaculates. But doctors still aren't
sure whether it really exists, or if it's just a myth."
	"Darien. . .are you doing this because you want to find *my* G-spot?"
	"Now whatever gave you that idea, you little minx?"
	I lean over and kiss him. He's so wonderful. . .how many guys would
actually go out and do *book research* in order to give their girlfriends
more pleasure in bed?
	Certainly not Leanne's boyfriend. . .
	Oh, damn. That's bringing all those dark thoughts and nagging questions
back again. . .
	He sees my face cloud over again. "Come on. . .I think you need to relax
and watch the movie."
	We snuggle up together, and he zaps through all the stuff at the beginning
of the tape. His warmth feels so good, he smells so good, I feel so
comfortable and relaxed. . .
	It's been a long week. I've seen the movie before. And soon, I find myself
drifting off to sleep. . .
	And then, a really bizarre dream begins.
	Molly and I are in class. The bell is about to ring. . .
	"What are you doing after school today?" she whispers.
	"Luna told me to come straight home," I reply.
	"Aww, c'mon! You have to come with me, I have a real big surprise set up
for you!"
	"A surprise? For me? Why?"
	"Because I thought you needed some spice in your life." The bell rings.
"Come on!"
	She drags me down the street, to the building where her mother's store is.
She leads me into the basement.
	"Over there," she says, "there's a screen. Go behind it and put on the
clothes you find there."
	"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
	"Your school uniform? Oh, puh-LEEZ! Now, get dressed!" She pushes me
behind the screen. I start peeling off my clothes and putting on what I
find. . .
	And only when I'm fully dressed do I realize that I'm wearing a thong
panty, a laced-up leather bustier with holes for my breasts to stick out
uncovered, a garter belt, fishnet stockings and spike heels. Plus, a cape,
eye mask and long gloves.
	"I CAN'T come out wearing this, Molly!"
	"Sure, you can!" She grabs my hand and pulls me out from behind the
screen. I try to shield my breasts with my arms.
	"Your surprise is in there!" she says, dragging me into another room. It's
a dungeon, of some sort. There's a whip on the table, and manacles on the
wall. . .
	And there, sitting on a bed, dressed in a black shirt and black leather
pants, plus his mask. . .
	"Darien?"
	"I'll leave you two alone," Molly says, giggling and running out of the
room. She locks the door behind her.
	I slowly move toward him. (Funny, I can walk in heels in this dream, I
can't in real life.)
	"What are you doing here?"
	"Don't you want to add some spice to our lives, Meatball Head?"
	"I didn't need any more spice! I liked our sex life as it was!"
	"C'mon, baby, you know you secretly want to do this! Every woman does!"
	"Why are you talking like this? You're not Darien! At least not *my* Darien!"
	"Hey, you look hot in that outfit! You should wear that more often!"
	"I do NOT look hot!" I pull the cape around myself, covering as much as my
body as possible.
	"You do look hot. And you want to do this, don't you? You want to hit me,
just like I want to be hit. So go on and do it, baby. Pick up that whip and
hurt me good. . ."
	And then, I do it. I grab that whip and give him one good hard crack
across the back. He falls to the floor, screaming. And I know it's not in
ecstasy.
	I kneel beside him, frantically trying to see if he's all right. "Darien.
. .please, please talk to me, Darien. . ."
	He stirs and moans, but I can tell he's still in pain.
	And I fly into a rage, screaming, "GOD DAMN YOU, LEANNE! GOD DAMN YOU FOR
PUTTING SUCH SICK, TWISTED THOUGHTS INTO MY HEAD! DAMN YOU, DAMN YOU, DAMN.
. ."
	And then, I feel him shaking me, and his voice shouting, "Serena! Serena,
come out of it! You're having a nightmare!"
	I open my eyes. I see Darien, *my* Darien, no black clothing, no whips, no bondage outfit on me. . .
	I throw my arms around his neck and bury my face in his shoulder, sobbing.
He strokes my hair. "Baby, baby, it's all right, whatever it was, it was
just a dream. . ."
	"Darien, it was terrible. . .Molly set us up in some S&M sex thing, and
you were telling me you wanted to be whipped, and I was hitting you, and
you were really hurt. . ."
	"Sssshhh. . .Leanne really got to you, didn't she? Honey, what she and
that boyfriend of hers do has *nothing* to do with what you and I do! She's
just a sick person. . .and what's between us is very, very healthy."
	"But *why* would anyone want to *hurt* someone they love? And why would
anyone *want* to be hurt?"
	"Serena. . .I don't really know. The appeal of that sort of thing has
always escaped me. . .I mean, very light bondage can be playful and fun,
but anything beyond that. . .He shakes his head.
	"The dream. . .oh, Gods, when you were asking me to hit you, I just didn't
know what to do. . ."
	He holds me closer. "I would *never* even *think* of making you do
anything you're not comfortable with, Serena. And *nothing* between us will
*ever* involve pain."
	We just snuggle for a moment, then I begin laying kisses along his
jawline. He makes a small purring noise.
	"Mmmm. . .looks like my minx is getting ideas. . ."
	"Darien. . .there's something I want to do. . ."
	"What, love?"
	I give him a big smile. "I want to do what you were talking about before.
. .I want you to try to find my G-spot."
	"Ahhh. . .it may take a lot of hunting, though."
	"I can live with that."
	We turn off the TV and VCR and head for his bedroom, hand-in-hand (while
my other hand is already unfastening my blouse). At the threshold, we pause
to strip away our clothes.
	He sits on the bed, and I sit on his lap. He brings his lips to mine. One
of his hands caresses my right breast, the other is on my bottom, gently
stroking and squeezing it. I wriggle about a bit, trying to encourage him
to rub a little faster. . .I can feel my nipple hardening under his touch,
and little pulses of electricity are starting to run through my
bloodstream.
	"Umm," I say between kisses. "Suck. . .suck, please. . ."
	I lean back, and then I feel his lips on my nipple, and I let out a small
groan. His tongue comes out, quickly fluttering over it, drawing "zig zag"
figures. . .then he draws it in and starts sucking, and I pant, moaning his
name over and over. . .especially when I feel his fingers enter my
womanhood. He slips them in and out, in and out, as his mouth begins to
work on the other breast, licking and licking the nipple, then sucking,
sucking. . .
	My hand gropes around until it connects with what I'm looking for. I start
to stroke it, very slowly at first, and then pick up the pace. "Ohhh, yes.
. .that feels so good, baby. . ." he whispers as I caress the head.
	Then, he slowly eases away from me. "Okay, love, you're going to have to
get on your hands and knees, the best way to stimulate the G-spot is from a
rear-entry position."
	I get in the position, saying, "I thought the last time we did this, you
said it was more pleasure for the man than for the woman. . ."
	"That's before I did my research." As he puts on the rubber, he says, "Now
remember, honey, it's *not* a magic orgasm button. It's just something that
enhances pleasure. And if you ejaculate, it might feel like you're. .
.doing something else. But you're not. The fluid is *not* urine."
	"DAAAARIEN! Stop talking and just *do* it!"
	"Yes, my demanding little minx." He gets behind me, and I feel him thrust
slowly into my womanhood. I lean back against him as he starts to thrust. .
.he seems to be leaning his weight so his manhood puts pressure on the
front wall of my womanhood. . .
	At first, I don't feel anything unusual. . .oh, it feels GOOOOOOD, but not
out of the ordinary. . .
	And then, he hits one certain spot. And a curious jolt shoots through me.
Oooh. . .I've never had a sensation quite like that before!
	"Hmm. . .is that good, Serena!"
	"Yes! Ohh, yes, keep doing that, just like that, right there. . ."
	He begins a series of short, rapid thrusts, and this curious, intense,
tingly pleasure starts to build and build and build. . .my nipples are
*really* hard now, and I cry out for him to touch them, and he does. . .his
fingers brush against them, gently squeeze them. . .I'm breathing so deep,
so hard now, and I'm tossing my head about, and I'm thrusting and grinding
my hips against his, and the pleasure is so intense now I think I'm going
to explode and. . .OHHH GODS!!!
	The feeling shoots through me like a tsunami. . .and as it happens, I feel
a release of fluid burst out of me. How strange, how deliciously wonderful!
I sag forward, panting, basking in the warm glow stealing over my entire
body. . .
	He kisses my neck, my ears. "Oh, my darling. . .was it beautiful? Did you
like it?"
	"Darien. . .it was *incredible*. . ."
	I feel him still rock-hard inside me. I want to give him so much pleasure. . .
	I start to thrust my hips backward against him. He picks up the pace
himself, and I lean back, and we ease ourselves into a sitting position,
with me in his lap, still facing away. . .As he reaches up and starts to
caress my breasts again, I feel pleasure start to build up. . .I take one
of his hands and move it downward, and he gets the message. I feel his
fingers caressing my jewel, and his other hand squeezes and strokes my
nipples, and the orgasm that's building is different from my first one, but
no less sweet, and then I let out a loud cry and I'm coming, coming again,
and I hear him shout my name and feel him start to come with me.
	Then, we're dropping to the bed, me lying atop him, back to front. . .
	I ease away, and he gets rid of the rubber. Then we snuggle under the
covers. Our lips come together, again and again and again.
	"Dr. Chiba," I whisper, "your experiment is a success."
	"I love you."
	"I love you, too."
	And as we fall asleep, I send up a silent prayer that Leanne may someday
know a true, joyous, healthy love, a love as beautiful as the one I share
with Darien.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yes, I did do a bit of book research on the subject of the
G-spot before writing this story. Opinions definitely vary as to exactly
what the "magic spot" is, where it's located, and, indeed, if it really
exists at all. Serena's experience is based on "first-hand" accounts of
women in such books as "Our Bodies, Ourselves for the New Century" by the
Boston Women's Health Collective and "The G-Spot and Other Recent
Discoveries About Human Sexuality" by Alice Kahn Ladas, Beverly Whipple and
John D. Perry.

This story is dedicated to E.L.F., who wrote one of the most stunning
Sailor Moon fanfic stories I have ever had the pleasure of reading: "Inner
Silence, Outer Conflict," a *gorgeous* Haruka/Michiru romance. Readers, you
owe it to yourselves to experience this story.

Standard Sailor Moon disclaimers apply. These characters ain't mine, I'm
just borrowing them for a little while.