Dream I stand in the middle of the room, moonlight comes down through the ceiling, silk curtains flutter in the breeze. The other concubines of the harem are close by, tonight I lose my womanhood. They bring oils forth and anoint me with rich musky scents all designed to please and arouse. My body has been washed and every detail attended to. I have been...
Jess came to my couch. I had told Calliope, my patroness and mother of the Sultan, of my design, and she had offered me the inner sanctum, where no eunuch ever came. That was typical of her generosity to me. I had brought her much pleasure, and she was unselfish in allowing me to have some of my own. She had bought Jess for me at the slave market. She had...
The Sultan may have been master of all he surveyed, but that did not include his own Seraglio; there his mother held sway. Fortunately she took a liking to me, and called me her poppet. She reminded me of my Momma and so I liked her. I was not blind to the advantages that might come from being her favourite. She hated the Circassians. I soon understood why....
The first rays of sunlight crept through the casement window with the unhurried stealth of a Samarian thief. Stirred from her dream-sodden sleep, Sarila reached across to embrace her lover, Mansur, but found yet again only emptiness in her bed. Wistfully she turned over and, hitching the thin night shift above her hips, slipped her hand between her thighs....
They came for me when I was just of age. That makes it sound dramatic. It wasn't. Rabbi Glickstein had prepared me. Poppa could not spare Rebekah. Tall and full-breasted, the Khan had his eye on her. She was nineteen. She was our family's promise of a better future. I was the runt of the litter. Poppa always complained that it was a trial that he should hav...
I was excited. I loved telling stories, and did so to the Sultan many evenings before he pursued his lustful desires with my fellow concubines. But there was something special about practising my art at a banquet. I suppose I loved the reaction from a wider group of people. There was a special pleasure in store, because that evening's event was for the Engl...
My last tale (Forever Autumn) wasn't exactly a bundle of laughs so I thought I'd make amends by indulging in a little more whimsy (and hope to please those of my readers who have told me I should write more tales like this). Characters in sex scenes are eighteen years old or over. All characters and places are imaginary—any resemblance to persons living or...
Just as I was allowing myself to be carried away by my passion for Princess Damila, the distraction in the corner of the room brought me back to the real world. Oblivious to it, the Princess was sucking on my stiff, aching nipple, and she was easing me out of my harem pants, a process I was happily aiding. The feel of her fingers as they slid between my swol...
Part 06 Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of any characters to any persons, real or fictitious, is purely coincidental and unintentional. Note 2: This work includes themes of a graphic sexual nature and involves person who, although entirely fictional, are all above the legal age of consent. This story is set in the slightly historical,...
Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of any characters to any persons, real or fictitious, is purely coincidental and unintentional. Note 2: This work includes themes of a graphic sexual nature and involves person who, although entirely fictional, are all above the legal age of consent. This story is set in the slightly historical, but prima...