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Pressing on the glass, she closes her eyes and wishes out loud... just like Alice... just like Alice. Feeling a sudden pull of force, her hands, palms open in front of her frozen in mid-air, she opens her eyes to the whimsical grin of a Cheshire moon beaming down, lighting the way to a door, slightly ajar. As she narrows the distance, the door slowly opens. Curious yet apprehensive to enter in, she steps one foot over the threshold and pauses, and turns to look at the Cheshire moon, whose whimsical grin had turned to a madcap glare.

Green... everything in shades of green; the color of passion, the color of jealousy and envy. The door behind her slammed shut. She wiggled the knob but the door wouldn't unlock, it wouldn't open. Her eye caught another door across the brightly lit room -- she ran to try it, but it, too, wouldn't release.

For a moment, both hands to her head, she twirled in endless circles -- then made a sudden stop to look around. The room was filled with all sorts of trinkets, gadgets and gizmos, hanging here and there, nothing that made any sense at all. There must be a way to open the door; there must be a key to look for.

There was a light green box in the middle of the floor, a tattered dark green trunk off to the right and a sage colored negligee hanging on a lime green hook on a sea green wall. That struck her as funny, but there was no one to question, so she ran for the box and like Pandora gave no thought to its contents before opening its lid. Out rushed the screams of unbridled affairs, broken marriages and discarded lovers -- and the passion to be loved that gave no heed to others. But no key... Covering her ears to drown out the sounds she screams, "Stop!" Then silence...

In all the goings-on, she had forgotten her nakedness and slipped on the gown hanging in plain view to hide her shame -- how odd, someone knew! She went to the mysterious trunk, her curiosity at its peak. She looked on all sides and there seemed to be no way in. She rolled it bottom side up and a small but very discreet trap door fell open, just the size to fit her hand. She reached inside, probed around and pulled out jealousy and envy in the shape of an emerald heart on a golden chain, the only thing not green clutched in her hand, but still no key. She placed the trinket around her neck. "Oh my..." she sighed, "What does this all mean? I'm a passionate woman; I have my needs, but I'm not a bad person," went her plea.

Then in a burst, the door flew open and the color of red -- the color of desire and appetites -- flickered from the room. She could feel the heat radiating as she moved closer. She hesitated but stepped inside, for there was no other way to leave the green room behind. Then suddenly, like a furnace the heat intensified and the flames grew higher around her. This room, too, was filled with things of all red: a heart shaped pillow on a heart shaped bed. Over in the corner stood a shadow of a man, unmoving and speechless, with a thorny red rose in his hand. He appeared by his stance to be someone she knew, but without hearing his voice she couldn't tell through the flames, and when she tried to approach him, the flames only grew.

Next to the bed was a clear crystal bowl with no color at all, filled with apples and pears and cherries and grapes, all of red varieties. On a ledge by the door in the midst of the heat was a little rainbow-colored pouch unscathed by the flames. She stood like a statuette while the man in the corner made his move. Not one word was spoken, but as he drew near, the flames danced around him as he reached for her hand. He was a dark and handsome stranger, not someone she knew. Gently he moved her and guided her toward bed.

"Are you the mad-hatter in my Wonderland world?" As she looked in his eyes she saw flickering ambers from the fiery flames. With a smirk of a smile came the answer to her question in a low sadistic voice.

"I'm not the mad-hatter and it's not Wonderland. I'm your devilish desire in your appetite land."

Her heart skipped a beat as he disrobed her and laid her on the bed with flames dancing all around. He hand fed her fruit from the clear crystal bowl, while stroking her hair and caressing her neck. She cried out in protest as he seduced and violated her against her struggles, "This isn't what I wanted at all!" she screamed. "I've been living with regret and unfulfilled dreams. I was looking for love; it's not as it seems."

He continued to paw at her, with that devilish grimace and a frenzied laugh, and before her eyes he shape-shifted to a disfigured creature with a reddish glow. She managed to do what she hadn't been able to do before -- break away from those uncontrolled desires and leap from the bed to the one ray of hope... the little rainbow-colored pouch that may have a key. She opened the pouch and sure enough, it was there, a red key -- she hurried to the door, but there was no keyhole for the key to fit in.

All of a sudden the door flung open and the light streaming out was a kaleidoscope of color, the colors of love and the echo of laughter faded as she stepped through the door to the other room, while everything in it was consumed by the flames. A waterfall cascaded from above into a pool of sparkling water from an ocean of blue sky. Birds in flight sang their songs of love, and the sounds of a whistling breeze could be heard through the trees. There were three doors in this room, all with keyholes. One to her left was labeled "new passions," the one to her right was labeled "new desires" and the one in front of her was labeled "contentment." Surely the key would fit one of these doors, but which one? But in this room she felt no urgency to escape. Laying on the grass was a white silk robe, with a silver and gold rope tie. She let it lie, feeling her nakedness was an omen to bathe in the pure water, a baptism -- a cleansing -- dipping her toe in first to test the water she found it warm to the touch and dove in.

A volcano of water rose up, then slowly descended, her gaze bewildered at the magnificent water display, when suddenly before her eyes appeared the man of regrets, the man of unfulfilled dreams, the very man that caused her to run to all the wrong places and all the wrong things. She couldn't believe her eyes -- there he was, the man she bed down with every night, and was gone in the morning when she awoke.

As he came closer, her excitement mounted for the man she wanted. She could feel the warmth of his breath as he embraced her, she not resisting. No words were spoken, the only language was the language of love and impassioned kisses. Unlike the passion of before, it was flowing from her heart and soul. He caressed her tenderly and her body quivered. Desire burned within her unlike any other desire, and she knew he wanted her, even if for this brief moment in time. Their souls met. His hands moved slowly over her trembling body, her nipples were hard having responded to his tender nibbling, though his very touch made her knees a bowl of jelly. His kisses were deep and passionate. Radiating from their bodies was heat more intense then the fire in the red room. She was ravished with pleasure as she felt his hard manly flesh enter her throbbing pussy. She held on to him tightly and with every thrust she screamed with pleasure. She was one with the man, inseparable and the concaves of her body fit his like a glove.

"More!" she cried, "Don't stop... never stop!" She closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensation of every touch. The water was turbulent like the waves of the sea, crashing and leaving its lucent droplets against their bodies.

"Ahhhhh," she released. "Keep going!" she pleaded, and he did. Faster... harder... more... until like fireworks on the Fourth of July, her body exploded in frenzied spasms and escaped from her lips, the "I love you" from her soul.

When she opened her eyes, he was gone. Her desire and passions were fulfilled, and she had no regrets. She left the pool of water and slipped on the white robe. She remembered the key and glanced at the doors; she had to choose. She thought about each one and chose "contentment." The key fit and when she opened the door, before her was the looking glass, so she placed her hands once again to the glass and stepped through and ended her journey in Wonderland.

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