"Damn, Beren, is every woman from Turkey this bossy or is it just you?" said Jabir "Jay" Akwasi as he looked at me hauntingly. The six-foot-one, handsome biracial stud looked good enough to eat as he lay on the bed, his hands and feet bound by silken scarves, his golden brown body shining in my dimly lit bedroom. Jabir is so tall, muscular and strongly built...
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...
The year is 1753. Sindh is under the rule of the mighty Maratha empire. Bahadur Rao, the governor of Sindh was inspecting his province along with his cousin brother Vishwanath Rao. Bahadur was the son of a Rajput ruler & his Turkish concubine. He looked around as he continued riding his horse. Just a few months back, he captured Sindh for the Empire. He was...
It was a family holiday that Jo wasn’t looking forward to. Stuck on a boat with both her parents and 12 other strangers, all as old as her folks, didn’t really seem like her idea of fun. Sure, in theory, it was great. Two weeks cruising the Turkish coastline in the sun, stopping every few hours to swim in a secluded bay, food and drink whenever you wanted it...
Any guy who has kids knows not to expect too much from their wives sexually while they are pregnant. Of course there are women who have no problem making love almost to the end. But even then, it isn't as often or anywhere near as energetic as when they aren't pregnant. For example, my wife and I normally bang the headboard three or four times a week, spendi...
Keith and Karen had been hard at it for over an hour now, and showing no sign of exhaustion, as a married couple shouldn’t who were so very much in love with each other. But more than that, thought Keith, as his pelvic thrusts pushed his erect penis in and out and in and out of Karen’s muscular vaginal grip, it was practice and exercise that made their physi...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Those who declare war are willing to kill as many as it takes to reach their goal. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Thanks to NM for his help with Magyar terminology and titles. There is a bit...
Previously: I had recently slept for the first time with two married women. Carol Ferrer, the woman I had lost my cherry with in a camping tent some twelve years ago, and Rachel my work associate and platonic friend from my schooldays. Over the Christmas holiday we had all got together in an orgy of bisexual lust with my regular fuck-buddy Lisa, a stewardess...
The Captain and I met in Istanbul. On the way there, I was reading a well-known novel on the metaphysics of quality, by Robert Pirsig: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Just before reaching the Turkish border, and as the gentle Greek landscape speeded out of sight, through the window of the bus that swallowed up the kilometres, taking me closer and...
I clutched my hooded cloak tighter around me as the wind blew down the sidewalk as I walked into town. It was not a very cold breeze but given that I wore nothing underneath the cloak it did send a chill on my nipples and across my damp wet pussy hair. I spotted the little coffee shop owned by my brother-in-law and decided to pop in for a cup of Turkish Cof...