The Erotic World
His head spun as he forced himself upward. He was laying on some kind of cold stone, as he could tell by the chill running down his skin. Judging by how much of his body was affected by the chill, he also guessed that he was nude… and yet a strange warmth filled his being. As he focused his vision he was finally able to make sense of the world around him. The stone floor was actually smooth marble, elegantly designed. There was an intricate golden symbol on the floor, one that he lay in the...