The Sultana entered the harem flanked by her hand maidens, making her way to the royal chamber. The harem was a relic from before the time of her husband’s grandfather, when the Sultan did not take wives. Instead the blood line was continued by any number of mates in the harem producing heirs. Since the Sultan’s grandfather had stated the tradition of marryi...
It was shortly after 11pm that evening that I slipped from my room and made my way down the dimly lit hall towards the chink of light that was emanating from the door of the Mrs Aziz's bedroom. I was wearing only a white silk housecoat that barely covered my arse to reach my soft thighs. On my feet were my black stiletto heels: I liked the extra height they...
Author's Note Risk Versus Reward is a prequel to Girl Friday and focuses on the story of Karin, the 'H.R. Lady' who provided Charlotte's rather unique interview experience when she was hired. You do not need to read Girl Friday to understand what's going on in Risk Versus Reward. But if you enjoy this story, Girl Friday should most definitely be on your rea...
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...
This is a collaborative story collection. Additions by other authors are welcome. Think Flash Gordon, Barbarella, Barsoom, or the covers of dozens of cheesy pulp magazines. It's space opera with lasers and lesbians and spaceships and space-monsters and most of all super-powered super-hot women in scanty clothing. Readers, please comment. Not just about whet...
Summary: The beginning of how a domme began her own lesbian harem. Note: Thanks to J for the story idea. Note 2: This is a summer 2014 contest story. Note 3: Thanks to MAB7991, Robert and goamz86. Lesbian Polygamy: A Beginning I am a lesbian...through and through...the only cock that goes in my cunt is a strap-on, dildo or vibe. That said, my family d...
The sun was trying to beat it's way through the dense pall of traffic pollution hanging over Bangkok. What did filter through caught Ming's body in silhouette against the window. Her remarkable hair stopped where the cleavage of her bum started. She was chattering but I wasn't listening. She was chattering about last night and about how I'd had to throw Kee...
That special night, with the banquet, the English poet, Will, and what had occurred between myself and my beloved Jess, afterwards, lived long in my mind. As things transpired, it was the map to the future that, at that time, I could not have imagined. The English would not return to Istanbul for three months. By then the potential heir to the Empire, the s...
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...
Chapter Two : The Women of the Harem After completely rinsing in the pool, Lea saw the other women drift away, and the Chief Wife returned to her cushions. Lea was confused, and still felt a tension, and pulling in her loins. She could hardly meet the eyes of Gisaine, but followed quickly when Gisaine beckoned to her. There were large cloths piled nearby an...