NOTE: This story is a sequel to Jungle Adventure. Enjoy. Chapter 4 – The Wedding Invitations Have Been Sent Out "Victoria!" Greg yelled and stormed off the patio and down the road as he saw his fiancée stumble along the road, accompanied by the two local rescuers. They had given her a shirt and a pair of shoes so she wouldn't have to walk naked. As the r...
Bashasha lowered her head quietly and waited for the great Sheik to speak. She had been summoned before him and prayed to Allah that neither she, her girls nor anyone under her command had angered him. “Praise be to Allah, great Sheik. I am yours to command.” She spoke, head lowered waiting for the young man’s reply. Mohammed watched the older woman in a c...
Part I The bald brown head bobbed between Baraka's legs, an unseen tongue arcing up into the delicious crease between them. She lay back on the silk cushions of the divan and sighed, one sandaled foot on the floor, the other on the divan. Her body flushed from the sensation and a white veil of passion descended over her mind. Jirash was the best of the men...
Modern day harem life of slaves and their struggles for alpha slave status. Master is unaware of the intrigue and back stabbings that go on when he is away from the harem between his sex slaves. Or is he? BEGINNING Master must have come into money. He didn't strike me as a person born to the blue. He certainly was graceful and eloquent, but there was a ce...
Modern day harem life of slaves and their struggles for alpha slave status. Master is unaware of the intrigue and back stabbings that go on when he is away from the harem between his sex slaves. Or is he? Cast: Calista: Lead character Master: Master and owner Sir Jon: Master's longtime friend Lady Martha: Master's first wife Lucinda: a very ambitious...
The Costume Store is an indiscreet shop in the mall. Few people paid it any mind and many walked passed it without giving it a second glance. If they knew what wonders were inside they might have given more thought to going inside. Inside the shop walls were racks and racks of costumes. But not just any costumes. There were costumes that turned the wearer in...
I received several hate messages and comments about punctuation. Please note that 1) this is pure fiction and 2) I use conventional French punctuation (Writing in English is sufficiently difficult for me not to bother with such details). ------- The caravan arrived soon after to the caravanserai which was the origin of the house Dhanraj had bought. The bui...
Cairo, 1910. xxx I can say without fear of contradiction that I had never before felt such fearsome heat in all my nineteen years. I stood on the foredeck of the narrow boat and I looked up at the enormous yellow ball that was the sun shining from a cloudless sky. It had been a pleasant journey by sea from the port of Southampton to the port of Alexandria...
The world would run much more smoothly if everyone knew their place. My name is Kristin Jill Peterson and I firmly believe we all have our place in this world. Some of us must lead. The rest of us must serve. I belong to the category of leaders. I'm a five-foot-eleven, kind of chubby and big-bottomed, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the cit...
I stepped out the shower and felt my warmed feet touch the cold tile floor. The steam had fogged up the mirror, so I had to wipe it away with a towel. There I was. Gwen DiAngelo. My Italian mother gave me my massive chest: heavy and firm, Triple D, and swollen with pride, and an accent that took all my years of college to break. My Russo-Polish father didn't...