Eyes_in_the_sky
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Introduction: The Way it Used to be Done
Many years ago, when the world was far more simple and less complicated than it is today, with imaginations unencumbered by things such as Television and video games, storytelling was a way to pass the time. In fact, it was one of the only ways.
Now, there may be those among you who carry the faux notion that written erotica, pornographic or otherwise, was a lost art only recently rediscovered through the internet. This simply isn't true. The stories that many of us grew up with actually have much in the way of erotic subtext since they were, as I said before, the only available option for people to pass the time. Learning to recognize the symbols adds to the experience, such as how the glass slipper left behind in the Cinderella story is a symbol of lost virginity. Don't get me started on Hansel and Gretal. My point is is that the use of symbolism and linguistic expertise seems to be an untapped art form. I'm here to try to bring it back. In this case, I'm starting with taking a few creative liberties with the Red Riding Hood fable.
(I realize that I sound like a windbag, but bear with me. The stage must be set before we can produce the play).
For those of you unfamiliar with symbolism, let me clue you in: The story of Red Riding Hood is downright pornographic. It's pretty straightforward, right? Young, innocent girl leaves to go into the woods to get to her grandmother's house, all while dodging the big bad wolf, only to find the wolf has eaten the grandmother near the storie's end. The shawl that she wears, streaming red, symbolizes the menstral cycle; our herione is a budding young woman. The path into the woods represents a new road of life (ie puberty) that's filled with twists and turns and new dangers. As such, her parents encourage her to "stay on the path." If she goes off into the forest, who knows what creatures will appear there to "violate" the virginity of this young innocent girl.
See where I'm going with this now?
I've decided to change the "wolf" to something a little more in the way of symbolically sexual: A creature who's part human and part serpent, a race that lives in the "jungle" that have a strange desire to...target young women. It might seem kinda nuts to some of you, but I don't give a damn. My thread, my imagination, my inherent insanity.
So if this sort of story appeals to you, or if you have a soft spot in your heart to retell some of the old Grimm fairy tales and bring them up to date with twentieth century smut all while having free reign to add your own creative liberties, by all means, read on and post if you feel up to it.
Note: if you do decide to post, I expect you to approach with a certain degree of education to the subject. My hope would be that you would utilize the traditional symbols of sexuality as well as the template for the original story. If you're not familiar with symbolism, the internet is more than just a global continuum for porn; google than damn thing. Other than that, you're free to add as you wish...
Now, on to the story...
PHANTASIA TALES: Little Red Riding Hood
Scarlett turned over in her sleep, unconciously rubbing her hand across her left eye. The birds of the early morning were singing a familiar song outside on the stone windowsill, and the rays of the sun had long since peaked into her room between the cracks of the curtains. An light rain shower had fallen several hours before, so the scent of lavender and other smells of the earth had wafted into Scarlett's room, encouraging her to sleep late. This was her favorite time of the day, the early morning. She enjoyed sleeping late, to let her dreams linger, as if they were some form of astral communication who's link she hated to sever to early. During other times of the year, she slept as long and as often as she could, particularly during the winter, and much to the worry of her own mother and father. Today, however, things were different. Today was a special day for Scarlett. She was going to go walk in the jungle. It was the thought that last crossed her mind before she had slept the night before; it was the thought of walking in the jungle alone that gave rise to her dreams.
Scarlett pressed the covers of her bed with a long sigh, streaching herself. Her life farming on the knolls on the borders of the Great Jungle had encouraged her body to adapt. At fifteen, she looked twenty, with her breasts having budded long ago, followed by the shapliness of her hips. Her complextion was fair, typical for a redhead. In her childhood she was afflicted by (her mother said blessed) by an inornate amount of freckles. Not just on her face, but over her entire body. While they sometimes added to her chagrin from her friends at school, her grandmother had called it a blessing from the forest, citing that a girl born spotted was born of the earth, a boon to her family as well as her future husband. When Scarlett asked her grandma what a boon was, she mearely smiled down to her, and told her to ask again when she was older.
Beyond the door of Scarlett's room, in the three room hut of their family, Scarlett's mother was hard at work. She was busy putting the finishing touches on the shawl she had been knitting for her daughter. Her work was spread out all over her knees as she sat in the kitchen, the largest room of the stone hut. The shawl was red, the same colour as her daughter's own hair, with a crimson hem coloured with a certain heather found on the borders of the Great Jungle. As she worked, thoughts of her daughter played in her mind. A mother's instinctual protective thoughts, how much she had grown (and how much she wished she hadn't) as well as her own anxieties about the day. Scarlett, her only daughter, was set to go visit her grandmother on the other side of the Jungle...
"Mom? Are you up yet?' Scarlett's voice rang like a bell in the small house, scattering her mother's thoughts.
"Yes sweety." She replied.
I've got to tell her now. I've put it off for far too long
She got up and placed the shawl over the edge of the chair, careful not to let it touch the floor, and made her way over to Scarlett's room, pausing only to give several quick taps at the door before entering quickly. Scarlett was standing nude with her back to her, bent over the bed, arranging her clothing when she heard her mother enter. Her head turned, and a look of horror struck her face when she saw mother enter.
"Mom!" she shrieked, cupping her hands around her breasts and gentials, frantically searching for a place to hide. There was no closet in her small room, so in a dash she cleared off her bed and jumped in under the covers once more. Her mother stood in the doorway unfazed.
"What the Hell, mom, you never knock any more?" Scarlett's green eyes flashed in annoyance.
Her mother simply stood there, regarding her daughter. A look of fear played behind her eyes.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
She came and sat at the edge of her daughters bed without uttering a word. She reached a hand out to her kin, stroaking her hair back, wanting to see her face.
"Sweety..." Her voice trailed off.
They sat still for a long moment. "Yes, mother?" Scarlett said respectivly, urging her mother to continue.
"You're going into the Jungle today..."
"Yes, that's right..."
"To see your grandmother...who lives far away..."
"but not too far. Also right. Mom what's this about?"
she's so trusting, and she looks so innocent. That's why they'll go after her...
"Sweety, has anyone ever told you of the Vua? The Snake Women of the deep jungle?"
"Not really, no..."
"It's time I tell you..."
ELSEWHERE, DEEP IN THE GREAT JUNGLE...
Nessa streached herself out on the rock, letting the rays of the sun spill over her body like a golden flood.
Now this is the life. This is very fine indeed
She shifted her body, feeling the delightful cracks and pops her body made as it loosened. She was spread out on a large rock overlooking a deep lagoon she called home.From her waist up she had a golden brown tan, a mark of those who lived in the Jungle. Her large breasts parted languidly on her nude body. Her long blakc hair, which reachedwhere her human body ended down just below her waist, was spread out on the rock. The lower half of Nessa's body, all eighteen feet of it, was coiled around the base of the rock. Nessa was of the Race of Vua, the Jungle Serpent Women, and having just shed her skin was enjoying the effect the sun had on her body as it dried. The combination of her body wet in it's own fluids conjured up delightful thoughts in her mind, and one hand absentmindedly wandered down below her torso, shifting a bundle of serpent skin that hid the vestiges of her human sex. Slowly and delibretly, Nessa stroaked the lips her human cunt, causing it to send shivers up her spine.
I haven't pleasured myself there since...
She shifted her grip around the rock, biting her lower lip as she pressed two fingers inside herself, stimulating places she knew would move her into a state of excstacy. Nessa's thoughts wandered fully into pleasure, and the longing for a companion, a human companion, once again entered her mind.
I think I'll move a little closer to the edge of the Jungle today, just to...
Many years ago, when the world was far more simple and less complicated than it is today, with imaginations unencumbered by things such as Television and video games, storytelling was a way to pass the time. In fact, it was one of the only ways.
Now, there may be those among you who carry the faux notion that written erotica, pornographic or otherwise, was a lost art only recently rediscovered through the internet. This simply isn't true. The stories that many of us grew up with actually have much in the way of erotic subtext since they were, as I said before, the only available option for people to pass the time. Learning to recognize the symbols adds to the experience, such as how the glass slipper left behind in the Cinderella story is a symbol of lost virginity. Don't get me started on Hansel and Gretal. My point is is that the use of symbolism and linguistic expertise seems to be an untapped art form. I'm here to try to bring it back. In this case, I'm starting with taking a few creative liberties with the Red Riding Hood fable.
(I realize that I sound like a windbag, but bear with me. The stage must be set before we can produce the play).
For those of you unfamiliar with symbolism, let me clue you in: The story of Red Riding Hood is downright pornographic. It's pretty straightforward, right? Young, innocent girl leaves to go into the woods to get to her grandmother's house, all while dodging the big bad wolf, only to find the wolf has eaten the grandmother near the storie's end. The shawl that she wears, streaming red, symbolizes the menstral cycle; our herione is a budding young woman. The path into the woods represents a new road of life (ie puberty) that's filled with twists and turns and new dangers. As such, her parents encourage her to "stay on the path." If she goes off into the forest, who knows what creatures will appear there to "violate" the virginity of this young innocent girl.
See where I'm going with this now?
I've decided to change the "wolf" to something a little more in the way of symbolically sexual: A creature who's part human and part serpent, a race that lives in the "jungle" that have a strange desire to...target young women. It might seem kinda nuts to some of you, but I don't give a damn. My thread, my imagination, my inherent insanity.
So if this sort of story appeals to you, or if you have a soft spot in your heart to retell some of the old Grimm fairy tales and bring them up to date with twentieth century smut all while having free reign to add your own creative liberties, by all means, read on and post if you feel up to it.
Note: if you do decide to post, I expect you to approach with a certain degree of education to the subject. My hope would be that you would utilize the traditional symbols of sexuality as well as the template for the original story. If you're not familiar with symbolism, the internet is more than just a global continuum for porn; google than damn thing. Other than that, you're free to add as you wish...
Now, on to the story...
PHANTASIA TALES: Little Red Riding Hood
Scarlett turned over in her sleep, unconciously rubbing her hand across her left eye. The birds of the early morning were singing a familiar song outside on the stone windowsill, and the rays of the sun had long since peaked into her room between the cracks of the curtains. An light rain shower had fallen several hours before, so the scent of lavender and other smells of the earth had wafted into Scarlett's room, encouraging her to sleep late. This was her favorite time of the day, the early morning. She enjoyed sleeping late, to let her dreams linger, as if they were some form of astral communication who's link she hated to sever to early. During other times of the year, she slept as long and as often as she could, particularly during the winter, and much to the worry of her own mother and father. Today, however, things were different. Today was a special day for Scarlett. She was going to go walk in the jungle. It was the thought that last crossed her mind before she had slept the night before; it was the thought of walking in the jungle alone that gave rise to her dreams.
Scarlett pressed the covers of her bed with a long sigh, streaching herself. Her life farming on the knolls on the borders of the Great Jungle had encouraged her body to adapt. At fifteen, she looked twenty, with her breasts having budded long ago, followed by the shapliness of her hips. Her complextion was fair, typical for a redhead. In her childhood she was afflicted by (her mother said blessed) by an inornate amount of freckles. Not just on her face, but over her entire body. While they sometimes added to her chagrin from her friends at school, her grandmother had called it a blessing from the forest, citing that a girl born spotted was born of the earth, a boon to her family as well as her future husband. When Scarlett asked her grandma what a boon was, she mearely smiled down to her, and told her to ask again when she was older.
Beyond the door of Scarlett's room, in the three room hut of their family, Scarlett's mother was hard at work. She was busy putting the finishing touches on the shawl she had been knitting for her daughter. Her work was spread out all over her knees as she sat in the kitchen, the largest room of the stone hut. The shawl was red, the same colour as her daughter's own hair, with a crimson hem coloured with a certain heather found on the borders of the Great Jungle. As she worked, thoughts of her daughter played in her mind. A mother's instinctual protective thoughts, how much she had grown (and how much she wished she hadn't) as well as her own anxieties about the day. Scarlett, her only daughter, was set to go visit her grandmother on the other side of the Jungle...
"Mom? Are you up yet?' Scarlett's voice rang like a bell in the small house, scattering her mother's thoughts.
"Yes sweety." She replied.
I've got to tell her now. I've put it off for far too long
She got up and placed the shawl over the edge of the chair, careful not to let it touch the floor, and made her way over to Scarlett's room, pausing only to give several quick taps at the door before entering quickly. Scarlett was standing nude with her back to her, bent over the bed, arranging her clothing when she heard her mother enter. Her head turned, and a look of horror struck her face when she saw mother enter.
"Mom!" she shrieked, cupping her hands around her breasts and gentials, frantically searching for a place to hide. There was no closet in her small room, so in a dash she cleared off her bed and jumped in under the covers once more. Her mother stood in the doorway unfazed.
"What the Hell, mom, you never knock any more?" Scarlett's green eyes flashed in annoyance.
Her mother simply stood there, regarding her daughter. A look of fear played behind her eyes.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
She came and sat at the edge of her daughters bed without uttering a word. She reached a hand out to her kin, stroaking her hair back, wanting to see her face.
"Sweety..." Her voice trailed off.
They sat still for a long moment. "Yes, mother?" Scarlett said respectivly, urging her mother to continue.
"You're going into the Jungle today..."
"Yes, that's right..."
"To see your grandmother...who lives far away..."
"but not too far. Also right. Mom what's this about?"
she's so trusting, and she looks so innocent. That's why they'll go after her...
"Sweety, has anyone ever told you of the Vua? The Snake Women of the deep jungle?"
"Not really, no..."
"It's time I tell you..."
ELSEWHERE, DEEP IN THE GREAT JUNGLE...
Nessa streached herself out on the rock, letting the rays of the sun spill over her body like a golden flood.
Now this is the life. This is very fine indeed
She shifted her body, feeling the delightful cracks and pops her body made as it loosened. She was spread out on a large rock overlooking a deep lagoon she called home.From her waist up she had a golden brown tan, a mark of those who lived in the Jungle. Her large breasts parted languidly on her nude body. Her long blakc hair, which reachedwhere her human body ended down just below her waist, was spread out on the rock. The lower half of Nessa's body, all eighteen feet of it, was coiled around the base of the rock. Nessa was of the Race of Vua, the Jungle Serpent Women, and having just shed her skin was enjoying the effect the sun had on her body as it dried. The combination of her body wet in it's own fluids conjured up delightful thoughts in her mind, and one hand absentmindedly wandered down below her torso, shifting a bundle of serpent skin that hid the vestiges of her human sex. Slowly and delibretly, Nessa stroaked the lips her human cunt, causing it to send shivers up her spine.
I haven't pleasured myself there since...
She shifted her grip around the rock, biting her lower lip as she pressed two fingers inside herself, stimulating places she knew would move her into a state of excstacy. Nessa's thoughts wandered fully into pleasure, and the longing for a companion, a human companion, once again entered her mind.
I think I'll move a little closer to the edge of the Jungle today, just to...
