Arabian Trance
“Open, Sesame,” Jasmine said.
“Wrong story, Princess,” Aladdin replied.
“Are you sure?”
“I don’t see a mountain full of treasure around here,” he mocked.
“Don’t need one. Your mind is enough and it’s already mine.”
“Why do you say that?”
“That’s not an apple you’ve been eating, dear,” she purred, opening her legs even more.
Time for some Eastern-flavored shenanigans, courtesy of another twist on a famous story, or rather two.
The idea came to me earlier today. A famous Disney movie was airing and I happened to be eating an apple when I turned on the TV. The rest was just the by-product of my kinky thoughts. I wonder if the forty thieves in Ali Baba’s story would like to be triggered this way as well
Birthday Cake
“I don’t remember asking for this!” Brian protested.
“You said you wanted a lemon cake…” Amber teased.
“I never said anything about becoming one.”
“Hold still, you’re ruining the decoration,” she commanded.
Unable to resist her mesmerizing suggestion, he felt the cold whipped cream spiraling across his manhood.
The mind-controller always gets the first bite.
So… apparently, it’s my birthday today. I say “apparently” because that’s what my family tells me to be true. I don’t really know because I wasn’t there to see. Okay, I was, but I don’t remember being born at all. Could this be a case of post-birth amnesia?
Yes, that was a terrible, terrible attempt at being funny but hey… I’m sticking with it. In good honesty, I don’t really pay much attention to the date. I’m more inclined to notice other people’s birthdays than my own. Still, one can use the opportunity to write something involving such an occasion and that’s exactly what I did.
A Night at the…
The melody echoed far and wide in the deepest recesses of Trevor’s subconscious.
“Nothing really matters… nothing really matters to you…”
Yes, nothing. Nothing except Gina’s voice. Gina’s power. Gina’s control.
“My Queen…” he muttered.
“Music and hypnosis are a perfect combination,” she thought out loud as he nodded, soundlessly.
Time for a kinky rhapsody.
Today’s source of inspiration is a song I’m sure everyone is familiar with, namely Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody.
It was playing on the radio when I woke up this morning, and it’s the kind of tune that sticks with you no matter what so the ideas started brewing. The title of the piece is a reference to the album in which it was originally released – A Night at the Opera – but I left it unfinished on purpose. Feel free to complete it in any way you like. There are a few other nods easy to spot in the flow of the text. It wouldn’t be a writing of mine if I didn’t do stuff like that. Enjoy.
Beautiful Beast
The cup fell to the floor and shattered into a million pieces.
“What….? What did you do to me?” He growled, hands trembling.
“Isn’t it obvious I drugged your tea?”
“But why?”
“Because it’s time to make a beauty out of you, beastie,” she replied, yellow dress in hand.
Make-up, hair, and nails would follow.
After my recent folly with the world of Aladdin, I began thinking of other fairy-tales I could subvert. The above was the first that came to mind. I suspect others will follow, eventually. I hope you like it.