I have not been in the mood to write lately but I have been inundated with emails asking me to continue the Sheik and the Slave story. I do enjoy the romance between Kat and Mohammed and I have missed them. It is to all my fans who have encouraged me to continue to write this story that I dedicate this chapter – I hope you enjoy it. Kat’s hand was bleedin...
Note to Reader: It's 1532 and the main character, Leyla Khanom, is a Harem girl of Turkish Anatolian origin. A raven beauty with dark hair and eyes with light skin, she is a woman of great intellect, culture and possess artistic and musical qualities. A great conversationalist who can hold discussions on Greek Philosophy, Astronomy, Theology, Political strat...
On May the 3rd, 2007, about ten in the morning, Alla Yuryevna Victorova was enjoying the privileges of a "domkosyayka", a housewife. No need to hurry up to the "mitrò", the house entirely at her disposal, the TV remote uncontestedly in her hands. It had not always been this way. Sasha and Lyòva, the men of the house, would have come back home in the evenin...
It was a nice, warm, sunny day but comfortable. I'd worked all morning on a computer, that wasn't operating properly, when I received a phone call from a lady. "My computer is acting up. Could you look at it for me?" "Sure. Give me your address." She wasn't too far from me. "I can be there in an hour." When I arrived at her house, I was surprised a...
This chapter contains very little sex and is mostly story related, building up to the Sheikh's arrival. ***** Well, come to the week itself, things actually worked out perfectly for Drew and me. It was the school holidays and Drew and I were part of a 4 man group in school doing a large project that carried weight for our end of year results. As such, I as...
Kat chewed continuously on her bottom lip. She always did when she was deep in thought or unsure of what to do. Sometimes she chewed her lip so hard that she caused it to bleed. Her night had passed slowly and when she awoke she felt as though she hadn't slept at all. Her brow was furrowed in thought and she knew a decision had to be made. She had escaped Ya...
As we sat down for breakfast (which was leftover pizza), I found myself playing footsie with Josie, who seemed to be rather thrilled with my attitude about her estranged husband in Montreal. Then again, my perspective wasn't really surprising, given that I was Jewish and didn't particularly care for Nazis, Aryan types, or skinheads in general. I think that s...
This is an unusual story so I shall let the protagonists introduce themselves. My name is Jazmine. My grandfather was an officer in the Indian Army at the time of partition in 1947/8 when Moslems left India and went to Pakistan and Hindus left Pakistan and went to India. He became an officer in the Pakistani Army and rose to a very high position which allow...
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...
[This is a work of fiction. The sroty can fit several different categories, but the main two are voyeurism and erotic couplings. It is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies, and as such, may or may not be, completely realistic. All events, locations, and people are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is...