ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #6 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #6

iCarly/Victorious: If Wishes Were Hornets #6 – Carly"I wish my life was more like one of those fairy tales." When Carly woke up, she instantly felt an overwhelming wooziness, and rolled out of bed. She reached for her phone on her night-stand, but she just felt open air. She opened her eyes expecting the bright morning sun to be shining in, but the light was very dim. And as she looked around the room, she realized that this was not where she went to sl*ep. The room was almost all black and there were videos of iCarly going and lots of clocks all over the wall. Each clock had a different time, and some were not even readable. She looked at the bed, and it was definitely the same one she fell asl*ep in. She quickly pinched herself to see if this was a dream, but alas she felt the sharp pain. She walked towards the door in the room and walked out into a long hallway that was covered in all these different doors. Some looked fun and artsy while others looked ancient and rickety. Above her, she could see more clocks, this time melting as if they were a part of some Dali painting. She could faintly hear all different noises coming from each of the doors, and she considered opening one of them, but at the last minute, she pulled away when something didn't smell right. She ran down the long hallway searching for something familiar, desperately trying to maintain her sanity in this dream world she seemed trapped in. Reaching a much larger room, she could see hundreds of people ...

... floating in mid-air, seemingly deep asl*ep. Carly shook a couple of them, but they didn't move much more than to shift, never actually waking up. She followed a winding corridor until she reached a pillow-y door covered in bright purple and gold sheets. She heard a faint voice inside but it sounded very familiar. As she touched the door, she realized it actually was made of pillows. Carly fumbled with the door but finally got it open and peered inside. The room had a very desert landscape feel to it, jars upon jars of colored sands, the giant clocks everywhere, a bright purple and gold throne, and faint Middle Eastern music playing. There was a giant metronome in the corner, but where Carly's eyes were mostly focused, there was a giant hourglass. "Are you lost, little girl?" came this booming voice, which Carly jumped at the sound of. "Um... Where?" she looked around for the source, and suddenly the throne was occupied by none other than the teacher from Hollywood Arts from the party last night, dressed in a long flowing purple robe with moons and stars all over it. "Oh my god, you're that teacher." "That teacher? That is all the impression I made? I think you can do better than that. The name's Irwin J. Sikowitz, but for the purposes of this conversation, you could probably just call me the Sandman." Carly laughed at that. "You're weird. You know the Sandman is just a fairy tale right?" "Exactly." "So, what? This is the land of Nod or something?" "You do know your fairy tales, ...