Note: This story includes M/F, M/M, piss play, dominance & submission, and incest, and all characters are at least 18 years of age. Also please note that this story is set in a historical fantasy world that, though it shares many similarities with our own, isn't intended to literally represent a specific area. ***** It is written on the oldest disintegrati...
"I knew I shouldn't have eaten Chinese food at Rideau," Wafa Maalouf thought to herself, feeling her stomach grumble. She recalled wolfing down the platter in the crowded lunchroom after her eventful visit to the United States Embassy in downtown Ottawa. The stone-faced blonde lady behind the glass window denied her claim, and that was that. Thanks for nothi...
(Part one) Author's note: This is a pure work of fiction and all characters and events in the story are imaginary and fictitious. Although, human imagination is also influenced by external stimuli. In the case of author, someone has always served as poetical inspiration to imagine, fantasize, think and write. So, this work is dedicated to someone, heart un...
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 Sultan Ahmed ruled a large and prosperous kingdom in the 12th century. Young, wealthy, and powerful; the Sultan had everything a man could dream of and more. This included a large harem of concubines to serve him. Every night the Sultan would have beautiful women wait on him and willing to share a bed with him if he desired. The Sultan's harem is quite...
When the mirror cleared again it showed me a new scene. It was another smaller opulently appointed chamber, circular in shape. There was a great cushioned settee at one end and in the center a small pool of water or bath. Braziers lighted the room, and its walls were hung with the finest eastern tapestries. It was there that I saw my poor darling Dee. The...
Her name was now Kajira. She couldn't remember her given name anymore, it had been that long. It didn't matter anyway. Not for a slave. And she was a slave. Bound to obey everyone from the Sultan himself down to the lowliest of the low, but mainly the Sultan's many wives. It had been learned early on that she had a certain innate grace and so she was often...
The full trunks were loaded onto the steam-driven carriage, and they returned to the airship with the girl to plot a strategy for the rescue attempt. The captain, used to a disciplined and frugal life style from his time in the army, was the most affected by the hashish. On returning to the mooring mast, he waxed lyrical about the airship, "Hey, wow, she's...
When my vision cleared again the scene had again changed. I looked on a great vaulted chamber lit by bronze oil lamps that flickered from the walls. It was opulently appointed in the Ottoman style. There were low couches or cushions set in a semi-circle around a circular raised platform, which was draped in velvet and silk. Around the raised platform, suppor...
Prelude This is a story of fantasy that bridges ancient and modern times - with apologies to any female readers. It's been put in the erotic coupling section, but there are several other categories which better fit some parts of the story. Please note that it won't make much sense unless you read it from the beginning. It's a long story, but there are juicy...