“God, what a day.” Leila finally was able to crawl into her apartment after what seemed to her the longest day she’d had in years. A victim of Murphy’s Law, everything that could have gone wrong for her did today. Her car got slammed from behind at a stop sign, and of course the seventeen year old driver didn’t have insurance. Her boss was less than understa...
Prelude This is story will make much more sense if you read chapters 1 and 2 first. However, if you don't have time, this is the story so far: Alex handled a project for the Sultan and was invited to the Sultan's palace to discuss more work, where he enjoyed several of the Sultan's dancing girls (Ch. 1). He's now on his way back a second time to sort out a...
Prelude I had originally not intended to write a second chapter for the story of the Sultan's Hospitality, but several people asked for more. In the end, what I wrote became so long (too much sex!) that I've had to split it into at least two chapters. This simple one chronicles Alex's journey back to the Sultan's palace. The next chapter, which is already m...
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. ***** Though it was earlier than they generall...
I wake up slowly, dreamily, not fully awake but smiling already. Through my sleepy haze I wonder if it was just a dream....was I really selected from all the harem to be taken to the sultan? Did he really ravish me, making me forever his possession? Did he really give me pleasure over and over beyond my wildest fantasies? And finally did he really kiss me an...
I wistfully looked at the painting as I walked by it and paused. The warm deep desert colors radiated from the canvas; the soft blues and golds washing over me like a mellow summer day. My ankle itched as I looked at the beautiful single silver belled ankle bracelet laid upon the golden hued silk cloth beside the blue rounded jar. I almost caught a scent of...
The town, like most near the center of the world, was on the Bosphorus. It lay near a full days ride north of Istanbul. I'd come with a small troop of no more than ten, as I did whenever I left the city walls. I'd just been appointed special assistant to the grand vizier of the Sultan, and had only been back in the safe structure of the Empire for less tha...
Tension ran high in the palace. Even within the safe confines of the harim there was a feeling something was amiss. The sultan was on campaign again and as usual Mohamar, the Grand Vizier, maintained peace and order in Azerbaidistan. But unlike other times the wiry, silent 'clerks' who normally stayed in the background were everywhere, their eyes taking in e...
Once upon a time in a land long forgotten there was a Sultan named Brano. He was the richest Sultan who ever lived and could afford many many wives. He had a harem full of the most beautiful women in the world. But his heart belonged only to the Sultana, Nirtasia, who was like no other woman. She had flowing red hair and green eyes, and her body was voluptuo...
Author's Note: I wish to extend a huge thank-you to voluptuary_manque for his help in constructing this chapter. He allowed me to include some of his work in my story so I could tie up some political strings. Thank-you VM! Also thank you to estragon, copy editor. Enjoy! ~ Red * Excitement rolled through the women of the harem as word spread that several of...