Sultan Bashier of Cyprus considered himself a blessed man, the ruler of Cyprus was all that was left of the once great Ottoman Empire. Through hard work, determination and sometimes a little shedding of blood, he had steadily advanced both his countries and his family fortunes to great wealth and prosperity. He surrounded himself with people he could trust a...
By Ezra Zane I met Prince Mohammed, first son and heir of a sheik, my junior year when he transferred to The Petroleum Engineering School at The University of Texas. We discovered we both liked hunting, golf, fast cars, a good laugh and women, as well as the oil business. We became best friends. Attracting women wasn't a problem for me. My family wasn't in...
After being rescued by Arab tribesmen after her plane went down Lady Mary is brought to their oasis town. In the morning Lady Mary woke with first light. At first wondering where she was. A sound she recognised as a call to prayer filling the air. She had heard them on the coast too. Had there several mosques joined each other in a contest here only one bar...
Sheik Mohammed Aksam Al Sabid was the eldest son of the Old Great Sheik Mohammed Akmon who had long since passed over to Allah. Mohammed Aksam the eldest was 35 years old with a commanding presence. He was 6 feet 2 inches tall with a golden bronzed body very common in Saudi Arabia. He always wore a gold earring in his ear as he had crossed the equator and...
as always - to my fans - nic Abdullah touched his head to the mat and prayed - his lips moving reverently over the words. His heart was heavy as he bowed over the fifth "Isha" prayer which usually ended before midnight. "Subhaan-Allaah wa'l-hamdu Lillaah wa laa ilaaha ill-Allaah wa Allaahu akbar wa laa hawla wa la quwwata illa Billaah," he spoke the wor...
A Fool There Was The next morning he awoke to a wicked hangover and the sound of a woman's voice. For a moment he thought it was all a dream, a terrible, horrible wonderful weird dream. But the woman's voice burst that balloon. It wasn't Rose's voice, however. It was Nazimova's. Her dark, heavy baritone blew the last fog off Clifton's mind. "Why are you s...
The day had started like any other Friday at work. But then around 11:00 he received a phone call from the redhead. She asked him if he would be interested in going to a party that evening. When he said that he was, she told him not to be late. She refused to give him any details about who was throwing the party or where it was being held. She told him that...
The women of the harem dressed in their best silks and gauze veils in readiness for their concert in the smaller garden in the East of the large mansion. The Sheik had prepared a large musical and arts festival for all the neighboring people and a smaller concert had been arranged for the harem women. Though by Arabian standards the Harem women remained in s...
Where I am is something I cannot tell. How long I have been here is getting harder to keep track of. What my prisoners want is information, a fact that I dare not give up. I am a sexual prisoner in Sex City and if you are reading this, please help! I gaze upon the beach as dumb blondes and dumb jocks walk hand and hand. Perhaps before admitting as to why th...
How to begin. She was bought as a slave by the young Prince, the Sheik's oldest son. She was young, only 19, and a virgin who had been kidnapped for the white slave trade. Deep green eyes, dark brown hair with some red and blond streaks, and creamy fair skin, she was a beauty to behold. Her owner had intended to use her for his most high profile customers, h...