It was just a whisper in my mind, but I heard it. The voice was a girl's; faint, insistent and erotic. I shook my head to clear it; I must have imagined the words—strange words. "Free me, Emerson, and you shall have me." My name is Emerson L. Palmer. Any guesses which rock group my parÂents were big fans of at one time? Still are actually! I am a student a...
My name is Marian. I am 18. I am on my knees and forearms ... naked ... my bottom up, my head down. A pimply nerd from my high school is about to shag me in my well-spanked, paddled, switched and very sore bottom. Oh, did I mention that we are outdoors and that a number of people from my town are watching? But I've got ahead of myself. Let me tell you the st...
The Tower of the Red-Eyed Princess is not marked on any map. Its whereabouts are unknown... down to the planet... down to the very universe, and the very dimension. Such a map would be unnecessary. When challengers seek the tower... or, when the tower calls for challengers... the two will find each other. The tower is told of in hushed whispers... It is said...
When the website first showed up, not many people paid attention, but it soon amassed a following. It was called Tower of Voices and users could connect, multiple at a time, to see realistic moment by moment video of what seemed to be the inside of some fantastical tower in a magical world. It was fascinating, but there was no way to interact with this world...
The night was cool and clear, as the stars gleamed down from the heavens upon the peaceful apartment complex. Each building seemed to be its own "being" with its lined windows with the white trims. Most were dark this time of night only a few scattered lights on here and there making the buildings seem like patchwork quilts. As peaceful as this place had se...
You awaken on the day of your 18th birthday. A special day as your training as a mage of the tower is complete. All that remains to take your place amoung that great order is to complete a quest set by your tutor. You rouse in your spartan bed chamber and wash your body, ready to present yourself to Alaria, your tutor and the ruler of your life for the past...
He had a way of looking at me as if he were looking though me. In his gaze, my reality faded, and I was transformed. Under his stare I felt like the butterfly being released from the confines of its prison. His arms wrapped around me like the warmth of the sun drying out newborn wings. His soft lips were like gentle breezes lifting me to flight. His nurturin...
"Where does that one lead?" she asked, pointing out the trail to Tom. He walked over to the sign that showed a map of the trails and looked for a few moments before returning to her. "It's a short loop that leads to an observation tower. It looks to be about a quarter mile loop and it's paved. What was that look for? You just got an idea, didn't you?" he as...
The Market of Nishapur swirled and moved in eddies and streams as the merchants and their customers danced their way through the buying and selling of that day. Their haggling forming a general buzz that became an orchestra in this part of the city. Yet there was one part of the market where many stood or sat in the shade waiting on a non-descript old man wh...
Note: All of this is 100% a joke and only a joke. If you don't like jokes please turn back. Nothing serious is in this story. If you are easily offended then this is not the story for you. All characters are over the age of 73 1/2. Except for the ones who are just older than 18, which is all of them. ************* Weeeee! Weeeee! Weeee! I'm having so muc...