Re: Candyland CYOA
Emily figures that she probably won't find anywhere else nearby to bathe herself and might as well and bathe in the sticky nectar. She steps into the river, the flow of the viscous nectar tugging at her ankles. Emily struts out into the middle of the sweet tasting river, its bed made of nougat. She bends over and cups some of the nectar into her hands and tilts her head back, closing her eyes as she pours the runny, sticky liquid ontop of her, the sweet nectar trickling down her whip-marked, licorice-bound body. Emily winces every time the nectar trickles over one of her whip marks. Emily tries to untie her bindings, with them now coated in the nectar. Her fingers fumble on the already tight knots, seeming to get harder to untie from being coated in the sticky substance, not to mention the fact that the nectar prevented her from getting a firm grip on the knots. Emily groans irritated at not being able to remove her terrible-tasting bindings. She proceeds to rub herself down with the nectar, pausing when she makes it down to her breasts. Emily moans pleasureably as sge vigorously kneads and massages her tender breasts, her palms coated in the warm, sticky nectar. Getting caught up in the moment, she moved one of her fingers down to her pussy, where she begins fingering herself. She sits down in the river and continuously pleasuring herself until she finally escalated herself to a climax. After her climax, her cloudy love juices mixing with the river of nectar. Emily pants heavily and passes out in the river.
Hours later, she wakes up on the muddy banks of a molasses marsh, a waterfall of nectar flowing nearby into the marsh. She must have drifted downriver after she passed out. The air was hot and sticky with a haze hanging about it. The nectar waterfall flowed off the edge of a tall overhanging cliff made of chocolate and nougat; the angle of the cliff making it extremely difficult for Emily to scale it. The narrow shore of the marsh consisted of muddy, thick, sticky molasses with marshmallow reeds and green and brown frosting as grassy vegetation. The marsh of bubbling molasses seemed the go on in all directions from the small cliff.
Where should she go?:
A. Follow the cliff to the right.
B. Follow the cliff to the left.
C. Head out into the murky depths of the marsh.