RECAP OF THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS This is the story of Sara, a Dutch woman, who is captured by the Barbary pirates on her way to the Dutch East Indies. She is given as a present to the Bey, the ruler of Tunis. His first wife appoints Sara as the nanny of the royal children as the eunuchs deem her too old to be send to their master's bed. However when they Be...
This is the tenth episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alt...
The reward for Wen's latest book was absolutely darling. It was a set of fingerpicks, plectrums for when she played the zither. They were made of tortoiseshell, unlike the animal teeth versions Wen had been using up until that point. She spent an hour or so playing her zither with these fingerpicks, while the Emperor relaxed nearby, sipping flowery water and...
The jet landed with a mild thump. Jeffery looked out at the dust devils and heat mirages on the land next to the runway. The United Arab Emirates was a hot dusty place and the financial capital of the Arab Peninsula, flush with oil revenues and skimmed war money. Aiesha, his host country national guide and interpreter, was seated across the aisle, wearing mu...
New readers – and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago – know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events. The next day, after a surprisingly sound night of sleep, I took a shower, washing my diminutive penis through its open-d...
Wen put her bronze badge in her blouse, the cord looped over her brooch. She put away her thin shawl and picked up a wider one, a gray one, that could protect her from any unlucky chills. Then she made sure her maids had their shawls. They were just about to head out the main entrance of the Sweet Carrot Palace when suddenly two eunuchs arrived. One of the...
It was a moment I had hoped would never come, one I had dreaded for years. In my mind there was no greater threat, not pain of death or facing the wrath of the gods themselves, nothing at all that could bear such fear within my soul. In that moment, all dreams became delusions and all hope was lost. In that moment, my fate, a life of servitude to the will of...
Bagoas luxuriated in having no urgent duties to call him out of his bed in the early morning. He lay back against the soft pillows and enjoyed the feel of the silk sheets against his skin. The soft bed, the tinkling fountains, and the soft noises in the hallway reminded him that he was not at home. Bagoas was a person of power in his own world. He was, inde...
In 1095 Pope Urban II called all Christian knights to set forth to liberate, or reconquer, the Holy Land, and specifically Jerusalem, from Muslim control. In 1096 the knights who answered this call set forth to do just that. In July of 1099 the Crusaders, after much strife and suffering, succeeded in their endeavors. Robert De Sadistville, a second born Fren...
I felt a bit sore the next day, but I expected that. It really did seem as if I was the darling of the harem—"gem of the West," as the Ahkoond called me. That became my unofficial nickname, sometimes used mockingly by other harem girls who seemed jealous of me. In fact, the Ahkoond summoned me to his bed three or four times over the next two weeks. After tha...