In the Summer Hall the feast was at its peak. Over a thousand esteemed guests from all over Mamafé had gathered to celebrate the Prince's wedding to Raia, a northern noblewoman. Behind the parapets of marble, on the far edge of the hall, Nahmet gazed at the festivities. How he dreaded this day to arrive was still felt in the depth of his abdomen. He clutch...
Chapter 8 -- For What It's Worth The address Glauvas gave him led Cam to an older neighborhood with narrow alleys shadowed by window gardens that dripped greenery and orange flowers. Flowers could not mask the faint odor of sewage and rot from the stagnant canals he crossed on bridges of stairs. The non-descript building presented a plain face to the street...
Edinburgh's Princes Street Gardens on a Friday in August. It is the hugely popular Edinburgh International Festival and the alternative Fringe Festival where the city tries to accommodate vast numbers of tourists for a month-long festival of music, drama and art. It was a sunny day, something quite rare in Scotland and I was sitting on a park bench, close...
It was Blanche who gave me the courage and confidence to do what I did. It is true that I gained the necessity to do something because I watched her going under the control of the Duke of Gano's cock and, having seen what he could do and was willing to do, I despaired of the whole kingdom coming under his sway. Until now, although Blanche's schemes had serv...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Hello...hello and welcome to 9th chapter of this wonderful story. It is always nice to deliver a piece of writing to you and I hope this chapter is interesting to all of you. Don't forget to drop your comments about this chapter. Happy reading... ***** Aidan and Luis came down the stairs, smiling and holding each...
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I am a 60 year old male and this is my true coming of age story. This may not be jerk off material. It happened ... This was the seventies. I had just turned eighteen and was still living at home with my parents. We were living in suburbia on the outskirts of New Orleans. New Orleans is famous for the French Quarter and the gays who live there. I was young...
He swore up and down that If I just gave it a chance, I'd see that it was just the same, if not better. "Nah, nigga, I ain't with that gay shit." I slurred to myself as he leaned on his kitchen's island. "You ain't gotta be gay to try it for yourself." He said, staring directly into my eyes. I couldn't believe this shit was happening. "Just try it. Hell,...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~A Mole Goes Down~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Prince Mohammed Abdullah Farouk Hussein Ali was the eldest son and direct decent of the Mohammed Ali Pasha Dynasty that ruled over Egypt from 1808 until 1848. Throughout the generations Abdullah's family retained its monarchal titles, and at his birth his father held him high in the air and prayed to Allah that thi...
The best hunting for lions in the Kingdom of Urartu was in the south, near the border with Assyria. This area was not the safest place to be in those years of Assyrian expansion into the region between the Caspian and Black seas, but it was where the lions were. So, when the prince of Urartu took his hunting party from the capital at Tushpa, on the Nairi Sea...