You bring your selection to the counter.\n\nThe old woman opens one eye as you approach. \n\nA small smile begins to spread over her cracked lips when she sees the book in your hands. \n\n"Well, well... I've been waiting for someone to pick up that one." \n\nYou blush, but don't turn away. The woman's gaze is strangely entrancing. You fumble with your credit chip, but she waves dismissively. \n\n"That's one's on the house, my dear... \n\n\nyou'll be back." \n\n\nTHE END.
<html>\n<p>\n<i> \nCUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT\n</i> \n</p><p>\nThis is actually how the book begins. \n</p><p>\n<i>\nTHERE ARE INFINITE CUNTS, AND INFINITE OBJECTS WITH WHICH TO FUCK THEM.\n</p><p>\nWELCOME TO THE FUCK DIMENSION. \n</p><p>\nTHIS ZONE IS PATROLLED BY THE SEXFUCKERS. \n</p><p>\nFROM MY SEXUAL AWAKENING AT 10,000 EONS, I KNEW I WOULD JOIN THEIR ELITE SQUADRON OF ASTRAL FUCK LIBERATORS. I HAVE TRAINED FOR MILLENIA TO PERFECT MY KNOWLEDGE OF ALL SEX PRACTICES, CORPOREAL AND INCORPOREAL. I HAVE EXPLORED THE FURTHEST REACHES OF THE MULTIVERSE, SEEKING TO ASSIMILATE THE LUBRICANTS AND APHRODISIACS OF A THOUSAND CULTURES. \n</p><p>\nMY MULTITUDINOUS NIPPLES HARDEN WITH EXCITEMENT AS I APPROACH THE INITIATE WORMHOLE. \n</p><p>\nI AM READY. \n</p><p>\n</i>\n</html> \n\n[[Read on|sex2]] \n[[Go back|bottomshelf]]
You are walking quickly down a dark alleyway. \n\nYou look at the crumpled-up paper in your hand. \n\nThe number above the doorway matches the number on the paper. \n\n[[This is it.|store]] \n
<html>\n<i>\n<p>\n"I FEEL THE TUG OF SPACETIME AS IT WARPS AROUND MY PHYSICAL FORM. \n</p><p>\nPLEASUREWAVES ASSAULT ME FROM ALL SIDES. \n</p><p>\nA TRAP? \n</p><p>\nNO. THIS IS THE FIRST TEST. \n</p><p>\nIF I CAN SURVIVE THESE PLANET-CRUSHING SENSATIONS THEN I HAVE CHOSEN TO CULTIVATE A SUITABLE BODY. \n</p><p>\nIT WILL NOT BE EASY. EVERY ORIFICE BEGINS TO PULSATE, DRIPPING CELESTIAL SLIME THAT WILL BIRTH TEN THOUSAND SUNS. \n</p><p>\nMY VAST CONSCIOUSNESS LOSES POWER SLOWLY, MY OMNIPOTENCE FADING SLIGHTLY. \n</p><p>\nIS THIS THE END... OR AM I BEING PURIFIED?\n</p>\n</i>\n</html> \n\n[[This is just the book you were looking for.|win1]] \n[[No thanks...|bottomshelf]] \n
<html>\n<i>\n<p>\n"\n...and most popular legend is almost certainly that of The Dick Doubler. This fanciful creature, most often depicted as a winking elf smoking a corncob pipe, is known for sneaking into men's beds while they slept and adding a second phallus onto their body (usually next to the existing genitals, though some stories mention extra penises appearing on the limbs and face). The afflicted man must then undo the embarassing enchantment, usually by learning a lesson about interdependence or civic pride.\n</p><p>Young women have been known to leave a dildo under their pillow on the night of the full moon, in the hopes that The Dick Doubler will pay them a fruitful visit. \n"\n</p>\n</i>\n</html>\n\n[[This is just the book you were looking for.|selection]] \n[[No thanks...|middleshelf]]
On the next page, there is an illustration depicting three chubby hairy dudes banging a fourth dude who is blonde, well-tanned and lithe. One bear has his head thrown back in ecstacy; Goldicock has his fat cock in between his lips. The other two bears are rubbing their cocks in between his cheeks, with looks of anticipatory glee on their faces.\n\n\n[[This is just the book you were looking for.|selection]] \n[[No thanks...|middleshelf]]
You take a look at the table of contents. \n\n<html>\n<i>\n<ul>\n<li>TIMELINE OF EROTIC EVENTS</li>\n<li>SIGNIFICANT/SEXY PERSONS OF DICKTOWN HERITAGE</li>\n<li>DESIGN AND ERECTION OF VARIOUS TOWN LANDMARKS</li>\n<li>EROTIC SECESSION FROM STATEHOOD</li>\n<li>LOCAL FUCK-FESTIVALS AND CUSTOMS</li>\n<li>HARDDICK TOWER</li>\n<li>DICKTOWN MYTHS AND GHOST-STORIES</li>\n</i>\n</html> \n\n[[Read on|usa2]] \n[[Go back|bottomshelf]] \n
You skim through the book, and read a few lines... \n\n<html>\n<i><p>\n"... so he wasn't on the landing? He was just ascending the stairs when you came in? My my, the plot thickens.' \n</p><p> \nWith legs spread, both ankles tied to the legs of the chair, and wrists bound behind him, he tried to reply through the gag. I chuckled at his helpless, muffled cries. \n</p><p>\n'You're a fickle witness if there ever was one. But don't worry my dear, we'll get to the bottom of this.'"\n</p>\n</i>\n</html> \n\n[[Read on|msw2]] \n[[Go back|middleshelf]]
You bring your selection to the counter.\n\nThe old woman opens one eye as you approach. \n\nA small smile begins to spread over her cracked lips when she sees the book in your hands. \n\n"Well, well... I've been waiting for someone to pick up that one." \n\nShe turns around, and quickly punches a code into a grubby old numpad on the wall behind her. The wall slides to the right with a swooshing sound, and as the old woman steps aside you find yourself gazing into a portal to the stars. \n\nUnfamiliar constellations, uncharted nebulae and unknowable cosmic events unfold before your very eyes. \n\nYou are ready. \n\n\nTHE END.
You get on your hands and knees. \n\nThere are only three books on the bottom shelf: \n\n[[THE SEXFUCKERS|sex]] \n[[AMAZING GAY ASSES|aga]] \n[[DICKTOWN, USA|usa]] \n\n[[Maybe one of the other shelves would be better...|bookshelf]]
<html>\n<i>\n<p>\n"The Admiral leaned back in his luxurious armchair, and casually unzipped his uniform. My mouth fell open in shock as he began stroking himself right in front of me. He smirked. \n</p><p>\n'I understand you're new here, Ensign. But you weren't assigned to the A.S.S. Hadrian for nothing. And, when you walked in here all shirtless and battleworn, I have to admit... it gave me some ideas.'\n</p><p>\nMy heart was racing. I could feel a flush growing in my face and chest. It seemed the rumours about this ship were true. But still, like this, with a superior officer... what was he playing at? Was it a test? I could see the bulge in his shorts growing, and the playful smile on his face was driving me crazy. \n</p><p>\n"Ensign," he said at last, "don't just stand there. Join in." \n</p><p>\nHe knew damn well I wanted to. All questions of ethics and protocol left my mind, and I knelt in front of him. He smelled like aftershave and discipline.\n</p><p>\nI slowly took the head of his cock into my mouth. Hearing his deep, gravelly voice moaning lustfully felt like a jolt of electricity shooting through my body. I could feel myself stiffening. \n</p>\n</i>\n</html> \n\n[[This is just the book you were looking for.|selection]] \n[[No thanks...|bottomshelf]]
Bookshelf
You lean over (accentuating your plump bottom to anyone who happened to be looking) to get a better look at the books on the middle shelf. There are four titles that catch your eye: \n\n\n[[Punkboy Slumberparty|pbs]]\nThe Lube Collective \n[[Mistress, She Wrote by Agatha Kissme|msw]]\nGoing Down: My Year Among the Swinger Submariners\nEighteen Werewolves\n[[UNGH: The Collected Short Stories of Rebecca Steelwater|ung]] \nOrgy'll be Home for XXXmas\n\n[[Maybe one of the other shelves would be better...|bookshelf]]
An old woman is behind the counter; she seems to be asleep sitting up. \n\nYou can feel your cheeks flushing. You're too nervous to look around. You are drawn immediately to the [[bookshelf.|bookshelf]]\n
You step forward to inspect the books on the top shelf more closely. A few titles jump out: \n\nHeart-Shaped Bruises: A Novel\nThe Numerous Sensual Entanglements of Dr. Everius Hardington\n[[Dr. D's Psychic Romance Camp|drd]]\nFreaks, Geeks, and Inter-Dimensional Webcams\n[[Tidelands Book IV: The Long Haul|tlh]] \n[[Goldiecock and the Three Bears|bbi]]\nBottom's Up!: A Guide to Professional Topping in the 23rd Century \nMidnight Dildo Train\n\n\n[[Maybe one of the other shelves would be better...|bookshelf]] \n
<html>\n<i><p>\n"She must have read something in my face. She looked angry. She took two quick steps toward me; Jeffrey slumped in his seat behind her. \n</p><p>\n'If this displeases you,' she hissed, 'I would be quite content to make you into just another empty-headed servant. Do you think this is mere hypnosis? I am not performing parlour tricks, my dear." \n</p><p>\nAll of a sudden my vision went fuzzy, and I couldn't think clearly. I tried to speak, but could produce no more than a soft moan. \n</p><p>\nConsciousness returned to me like a splash of cold water. I was on my knees. I looked up, and she was smirking down at me. \n</p><p>\n"If I didn't see some potential in you... you'd make a lovely footstool." \n</p><p>\nI looked down at my hands. They were halfway through unbuttoning my shirt."\n</p><p>\nShe laughed.\n</p>\n</i> \n</html> \n\n[[This is just the book you were looking for.|selection]] \n[[No thanks...|topshelf]]
Your eyes dart hungrily over the dozens of book titles. It's overwhelming. Where do you start? \n\nThe[[top shelf|topshelf]] is filled with slim volumes, whose rosy red titles are written in flowery script. \n\nThe books on the [[middle shelf|middleshelf]]are black and white, with glossy covers. \n\nOn the [[bottom shelf|bottomshelf]], the books are dusty, presumably untouched for many years.
<html>\n<i>\n<p>\n"Jimmy's stroking his cock at us and grinning like an idiot. Peter starts laughing, swings around and wakes his computer up. I say ugh, put on something good, fuck. But in a second I can hear it, it's the same old clip of some tattooed chick getting rammed in like a rec room from the '70s. \n</p><p>\n'Aww... FUCK! Fuck yeah!' Jimmy's moving his mouth along while the chick is moaning, and okay, that's pretty funny. \n</p><p>\nMatt rolls over and before I know it he's got his tongue down my throat, and he's hard as a rock. He starts rubbing his hand along my crotch to get me hard. If I get him alone later he'd probably go down on me. Not in front of everybody though. His mouth tastes like skittles and cigarettes. I start thinking about that snack again." \n</p>\n</i>\n</html>\n\n[[This is just the book you were looking for.|selection]] \n[[No thanks...|middleshelf]] \n
<html>\n<i>\n<p>\n"\nI love interrogations. They're half the fun of this whole mystery business. Why I run into mystery after mystery in every train and hotel and country getaway I visit is a mystery unto itself, but oh well. \n</p><p>\nI had a helpless, squirming man in front of me at the moment, and he required my attention. It was obvious he was making up lies to protect his lover, who was almost certainly the thief behind this whole debacle. I had ample evidence of that. \n</p><p>\nBut I figured I'd play with him while I could. If he was enjoying this as much as his physical responses seemed to indicate, I could interrogate him all night. \n"\n</p>\n</i>\n</html>\n\n[[This is just the book you were looking for.|selection]] \n[[No thanks...|middleshelf]]
<html>\n<i><p>\n"\nShe pushed my shirt up, and ran her hands along my smooth, firm torso. The tiniest gasp escaped me when she pinched one rosy pink nipple, and she smiled. \n</p><p>\nShe loved my reactions. She once said she'd move mountains if it made me moan. \n</p><p>\nShe moved her other hand down, beneath my jeans, and I rode her fingers until my underwear was soaked through. \n</p><p>\n'Come on sweetheart, come on,' she whispered, 'I want to hear you.' \n</p><p>\nI let out one long note as I came into her hand. My nipples hardened, every hair on my body stood on end, and all sensation blurred into a soft and meaningless pleasure. I was free, I was healthy, and for a few moments I existed only in this place, this moment. We held each other close, each sheilding the other from the immeasurable brightness of the future.\n"\n</p>\n</i> \n</html> \n\n[[This is just the book you were looking for.|selection]] \n[[No thanks...|topshelf]]
You open this charmingly illustrated book to the following passage: \n\n<html>\n<i>\n<p>\n"The third bear was the chubbiest, furriest cutie of all. \n</p><p>\n'Ho ho ho,' he chuckled, setting Goldiecock down in his lap, 'if it isn't the sweetest little twink. Are you the one who jizzed on our pillows, and left porn open on our laptops, and drained our vibrator batteries?'\n</p><p>\nGoldiecock blushed. 'I'm sorry bears... I'll do anything to make it up to you!"\n</p><p>\nThe littlest bear grinned.\n</p><p>\n'Anything?'"\n</p>\n</i>\n</html> \n\n[[Read on|bbi2]] \n[[Go back|topshelf]] \n
As you pick it up, you notice one dog-eared page, and begin reading... \n\n<html>\n<i>\n"...so Jimmy's throwing bottles at the wall, and Peter keeps saying quit it man, but he's not gonna get up, so Jimmy's not gonna quit obviously. I'm lying on the mattress, Matt's beside me strumming something on the guitar who cares what. Something with not too many chords. I'm thinking of going to the store, getting like a snack or something, but then I notice Jimmy's dick is out. Jimmy's always the first one to get his dick out. \n</i>\n</html> \n \n[[Read on|pbs2]] \n[[Go back|middleshelf]]
<html>\n<i>\n<p>\n"\n'Oh, yeah, for sure.' \n</p><p>\n'Okay, good, because the guild assured me that-' \n</p><p>\n'It's okay,' interrupted the elf, 'I just, if you want to put spells on me and stuff...'\n</p><p>\n'My dear,' said the wizard, 'there is no enchantment known to man more powerful than the beauty I see before me.' \n</p><p>\nHe leaned toward her, and she tried not to roll her eyes.\n"\n</p>\n</i>\n</html>\n\n[[This is just the book you were looking for.|selection]] \n[[No thanks...|middleshelf]]
You carefully open the book for a quick peek...\n\n\n<html>\n<i><p>\n"'More than I've ever seen.' \n</p><p>\n'And you're sure about this?'\n</p><p>\n'Yes, sir.' \n</p><p>\nThe Admiral looked me over carefully. His gaze lingered over my bare chest, but his face betrayed no emotion. \n</p><p>\n'Listen, Ensign. You are to tell no one of this discovery. Is that clear?' \n</p><p>\n'B- but sir-"\n</p><p>\nHis cold grey eyes stopped me with a single stare. He was famous for that. They say he could melt a man's heart with one raised eyebrow... and raise a man's prow just as easily."\n</p>\n</i>\n</html> \n\n[[Read on|aga2]] \n[[Go back|bottomshelf]]
You flip through the worn pages idly...\n\n<html>\n<i>\n"\n...The wizard brought his staff down, and the light faded. \n</p><p>\n'I have studied The Art of Pleasure for a hundred years. I locked myself in the Tower of Wisdom for a whole winter once, with hardly a scrap of bread to sustain me. I lived upon knowledge alone.' \n</p><p>\n'They teach Pleasuretics in the Tower of Wisdom?'\n</p><p>\n'Well, in a particular corner of the basement. Listen, are we gonna do this or not?'\n"\n</i>\n</html> \n \n[[Read on|ung2]] \n[[Go back|middleshelf]]
Alex Roberts
You casually thumb through the book and read the following passage:\n\n\n<html>\n<i><p>\n"I watched her saddle up as I finished burying our campfire. \n</p><p>\n'We never talked about it,' I said, while her back was turned to me. 'You said we would talk about it, once we stopped and made camp.' \n</p><p>\nShe didn't turn around. \n</p><p>\n'There's nothin' more to say. We can't, and you know we can't. You </i>know<i> it.' \n</p><p>\nI could feel tears welling up in my eyes. She finished with saddle, and turned to face me. \n</p><p>\n'We have everything we could want. We're healthy. We're free. We got a horse, fer chrissakes." \n</p><p>\n'I want a baby.' \n</p><p>\n'Jesus, Marie. Please. Please don't.'\n</p><p>\n'No,' I said, with tears streaming down my face, 'you can't run away from this. I love you, I love you so damn much, and I want us to have a baby.' \n</p><p>\n'How can you think of bringing a helpless little person into a world like this?' \n</p><p>\n'How can you think of anything else? How can you even go on living on this godforsaken planet without the hope of something better?' \n</p><p>\nHer eyes softened, and she took me in her arms. She kissed me lightly on one tear-stained cheek, and then whispered in my ear, 'All I need is you.' \n</p><p>\nWe made love as the sun rose, on the cold, dewy grass.\n</p>\n</i>\n</html> \n\n[[Read on|tlh2]] \n[[Go back|topshelf]]
You flip the book open to a random page. \n\n\n<html>\n<i><p>\n"She spoke gently, in short sentences. I watched his eyes glaze over, his formerly rigid posture softening. \n</p><p>\n'You are not tired. You do not need rest.' \n</p><p>\nHe nodded. \n</p><p>\n'You are thirsty. You will suck desperately at anything placed in your hands or mouth.'\n</p><p>\nHe nodded again. His mouth had fallen open. I looked away. \n</p><p>\nDr. D turned toward me now; she tossed her head back and smiled triumphantly. \n</p><p>\n'What's the matter, sweetie? I take great pride in my work, you know. I would be ever so disappointed if you didn't approve of my finest subject.' \n</p><p>\nAt this she put on a pouty face, as if to mock me. It quickly cracked into a wicked grin. What had I gotten myself into? I was afraid of her, afraid of her powers, afraid of the undeniable allure of everything she was offering me... \n</p>\n</i>\n</html> \n\n[[Read on|drd2]] \n[[Go back|topshelf]]