A Wrong Turn — B.J. Scott

Two Erotic Stories -- Mansion in the Foliage Joel is well on his way to where he is supposed to be when the rain begins to beat down. It rains so hard that Joel soon finds it very difficult to see where he is going. When Joel comes to a bend in the road, he cannot read the signs well enough to know which way to turn. The wind is whipping the signs in various directions and they are well hidden by the thick foliage. Joel tries to study the signs, but one sign points one way, and the other sign points in the opposite direction. Joel is sure that he has chosen the correct sign to follow, but it soon leads him to an eerie looking mansion which is hidden in thick foliage, and which is hiding even eerier secrets. Mansion in the Foliage excerpt: It was dark as Joel drove through the thick foliage down a long winding road. “It can’t be this far,” Joel said again. As he drove for what seemed like an hour, he wondered if maybe he had chosen the wrong arrow to follow. Through the darkness and the beating rain, Joel saw a light in the distance. He drove toward it and came upon a dark castle that loomed high above the thick foliage that hid its main floor from full view. Joel decided to stop and ask for directions. Joel pulled into the circular drive and stopped the car. He could barely see through the pouring rain. Where was the front door? He followed an old rickety stairs that led to a tunnel where a door was well hidden. Joel rang the bell. The door opened and a young man not much older then Joel said, “Welcome to our humble abode. Come in.” Joel thanked him and walked inside. “What is your name, young man?” “It is Joel.” “Well, Joel, all of our guests are required to sign in, over there.” Joel walked to the table in the corner and signed in. “You are soaking wet and dripping on our beautiful floor,” the man said. “I’m sorry. It’s raining hard.” “How hard is it?” The man looked directly at Joel’s crotch as he asked this and was not in the least bit subtle. Joel felt as if he were naked. “Come. You must remove your wet garments.” ------- Island of Fantasy Pleasures Brett could not resist the opportunity to take a trip to the Island of Fantasy Pleasures, which was also known as the Island of Erotic Pleasures. Only a few of his friends had been, and had only reported that it was “good.” Following the carefully placed notes, Brett is led from one erotic adventure to the next, until he is completely sexually satisfied. Only then is he allowed to leave the Island of Fantasy Pleasures. Island of Fantasy Pleasures excerpt: When he read the ad for the “Island of Fantasy Pleasures”, Brett could not resist. He was young, and he was horny. When he first arrived on the island, Brett thought that it was deserted. There was no one there to welcome him. Did I take the wrong boat, he wondered. This was supposed to be the Island of Fantasy Pleasures, but where was everyone? ***** Brett walked inside. It was the best built tree house that he had ever seen. It was big, and he wondered how a tree could hold such a massive structure. He turned around and the man was standing right behind him. He was well built, with a moustache, and very hairy. The man walked to the far end of what Brett thought must have been the “living room” and knocked on a door. Another man opened the door and stepped into the room. “This is Brett,” the first man said, though Brett still wondered how he knew his name. The man looked him up and down slowly. “Welcome, Brett, my name is Haim, and my partner who led you to our humble abode is Dave.” They each shook Brett’s hand and stood smiling at him, looking at him as if they were sizing him up for their next meal. Brett looked at the two men. They were wearing shorts which revealed thick muscular legs and very full packages, pushing their shorts outward to their maximum capacity.