Shamsuddin Ilyas Shah looked from the balcony of his Royal Palace at dusk. His newly built Capital Pandua was the envy of entire Hindustan. Trade & commerce flourished. It was a melting pot of different culture. Assyrians, Africans, Turks, Pashtuns and people from numerous other race had made Pandua their home & accepted him as the Sultan. He was a proud man...
The morning sun was yet to come out. The deep gorge looked dark and vast like an infinite abyss. It stood between the palace and the small hill acting as natural defence against any man or beast trying to make way to the palace from that side. No keep or any defensive structure had been built on this side. Instead, only a lone watchtower stood overlooking th...
This story is entirely a work of fantasy so please do not criticise for a lack of realism it doesn't even pretend to possess. Please be aware that there are asphyxiation, body hair and odour, scat, and masochistic themes so don't read on if you are offended by any of these particular fetishes. All of the characters are older than 18 and you should be too! Ma...
Now harken, beloved children, let me tell you a bedside story. A tale many say of the greatest discovery ever made. Now many of the discoveries that have contributed to the advance of women (and men) have been the lucky consequence of events that were not directed toward the ultimate outcome. This was one such. So, if you are lying comfortably, I will enli...
Prologue: It is late afternoon in Hastinapur, the ancient capital of Hindu India. Historically, it is 1000 bc and will later come to be known as the time of the Mahabharata. The 'dasis', i.e. slave women in the sprawling quarters of the royal slave harem are getting ready for the evening. Their Owners, the princes of Hastinapur which includes king Duryodha...
Bagoas sat in the shade of a tree in the central courtyard of the Taourirt Kasbah in the desert of Morocco. He was a large person, well muscled due to his frequent exercise. Near him sat his body servant and protege, Hamid, just turned 18 and learning his trade. Hamid was fortunate to be apprenticed to such an important person as Bagoas, for Bagoas was Maste...
PART 11 A Visit to The Sultan's Harem Bagoas reclined on the silken cushions as the decorated cart jounced along on its journey. He was a personage of power in his world, but his world was about to change drastically. The first ten chapters of this story tell of the power of Bagoas, Overseer of the Harem of Governor Glaouri in the desert oasis of Ouarazate...
Victor's doorbell rang. He opened to find his latest tutoring subject. She was a buxom goddess with dark hair, blue eyes, rosy cheeks, wearing a diaphanous translucent harem costume. It revealed her entire barefoot body as she wore nothing else underneath. She handed Victor an envelope and said "This is my letter of introduction." Victor opened the letter an...
Wen was almost disturbed when she was refused at the gates of the Plum Aroma Palace. The maid had said the Empress Dowager would no longer see her. That old woman was angry. Wen thought she knew why. Touching her belly, Wen turned a bit to leave, but then she saw, of all people, the Empress Consort and a Seed Consort approaching. Or rather, the eunuchs...
'Onyx Silk' is my collection of short stories, focussing mainly with black woman/ white man interracial erotica and is made for those looking to get to the heat of the moment a bit more quickly by painting vivid pictures for the imagination, rather than detailed story and character development. The series is all about presenting interracial eroticism, usuall...