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Cuckolded by Bedouins

I recently received my doctorate in Ancient Middle East History, and my wife Lindsay and I moved to the Midwest United States for me to take a professorship at a university there. My name is Ed, and we were both thirty years old at the time of this story. I started mid-year, and would not have a class until after the Christmas break, so the university sponsored a ten day research vacation for us in Jordan before school reconvened.My dissertation is on Arabic culture, and I knew that as a new...

Cuckolded by Bedouins

I recently received my doctorate degree in Ancient Middle East History, and my wife Lindsay and I moved to the Midwest United States for me to take a professorship at a university there. My name is Ed, and we were both 30 years old at the time of this story. I started mid-year, and would not have a class until after the Christmas break, so the university sponsored a 10 day research vacation for us in Jordan before school reconvened. My dissertation was on Arabic culture, and I knew that as a...

Hassan I Sahba

Hassan I SahbaA sea of squat concrete houses erratically placed encroached and dirt alleys awkwardly wound there way between them. Each house whitewashed to deflect the merciless sun seemed to brim with about every generation of the brooding within them. There was barely a hovel doorway without a wrinkly or a snotty urchin vacantly staring out in limbo. The alleys bustled, despite their lack of breadth, just about everybody, his donkey, a herd of stray water buffalo and the entire population of...

Harem Girl of Gor

Harem Girl of Gor Chapter One: The Floating Market of the Oasis of the 23 Palms As I stood there in the dust, naked, in a collar and sirik chain arrangement, perspiring under the heat of the late morning sun, I remember thinking to myself how strange it was that there were only 21 palm trees growing in the so called 'Oasis of the 23 Palms'. The 'floating' market met once a week and like many markets formed around a desert oasis it broadly consisted of three tiers of...

Hasbara

Note to Reader: Hasbara in Hebrew means public diplomacy, we follow the story of Maya Ram, a Israeli patriot, public relations woman and sex addict. A secular Ashkenazi Jewish woman, Maya has had the finniest education money can buy. But money cannot give her the life education she needs and craves and the story that follows is the story of this life education. ***** Shalom, you perverts! I know why you are here, you’re here because you want to know what goes on in my dirty little head,...

Desert Tale

The reason I was out of touch for a while recently was because I was on holiday. I went, with some of my family, to a hotel on the Red Sea for a week. The others were content to laze round the hotel swimming-pool all day, but I don't think you go all the way to Egypt to do that, so I signed up for a few trips - visits to Cairo and Luxor, and a 'safari' into the mountains. The city visits were in air-conditioned buses, holding about 50 of us, but the safari was in a fairly ancient Land...

Dun and Dusted Part II Book 7 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 4 A Line in the Sand

“The British Museum Expedition to Egypt is finally on site, on the east bank of Lake Timsah and opposite the settlement of Timsah. Where do you intend to start your first investigative excavation, Professor?” Crudwright gave me a world-weary look. “We do not just dig willy-nilly on arrival at our intended site of operations, Sir Elijah. First, I must have a detailed topographical map made of the area. All and any anomalies in the terrain must be investigated, and trenches dug in those areas...

The Forbidden Tablets

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you...

The Forbidden Tablets

In ancient Arabia, intrigue and betrayal in a tribe ruled by women leads to a severe, but very erotic, punishment.Author’s note: The Thamud were a real tribe in Ancient Arabia. No one knows why they disappeared around the time of the rise of Islam. Some say it was because they were Matriarchal in an ever more Patriarchal society. Oral tradition says they were wiped out by the lava flow and dust from a volcano. No one knows. And this story of ancient tablets which tell their story is fiction......

Dog Day Afternoon Chapters 1 5

Dog-Day Afternoon By Beverly Taff CHAPTER 1 I must confess that I'd always felt I was a woman locked up in a man's body. I know this usually sounds tedious to those who have made the transition. The expression has become a trite simplification used by the media to describe what is really a desperately difficult rite of passage. Every one of those brave individuals, who starts the journey and finally makes it through the dark days of transition, has their own story of despair...

Kenshiro HidoriChapter 3

Kenshiro Hidori found himself in ancient Arabia during the time of Mohammed the Prophet. Kenshiro was respected by both his enemies and his allies as a man of honor and faith. As a result he was given the name Ubaid Asad which means "Faithful Lion". As the conflict between the Meccans and their allies against Mohammed's forces went on Kenshiro found himself in a personal conflict. While he disagreed with Mohammed's views this being the main reason for joining the Meccans he came to not...

The Tamar Scroll

A love story on a gigantic scale In 1947, the Bedouin goatherd, Mohammed ad-Dhib, discovered ancient scrolls preserved in clay jars in a cave near Jericho. These scrolls represent the oldest texts of the Bible currently known to the world. In addition to the Biblical texts, scrolls and fragments of scrolls belonging to a mysterious Jewish sect were also discovered. The slow assembly and publication of the fragments increased the aura of mystery and intrigue surrounding the Dead Sea Scrolls’...

The Telepath Chronicles Part One The Hippocratic Oath

Hippocratic Oath By Hypatia Ok time to do my little preamble about the story that you are about to read and anything else of consequence that comes to mind at the time. First of all a confession, the basis of this story is not my own idea. It is based on the idea of curative telepathists devised by John Brunner in the book Telepathist. A brilliant book, if you see it well worth a read. My one minor complaint about the book was that it could have been longer. So I have owned up,...

Built to Ride

I would like to place some text in another language but didn’t know how to. “Shit! Hope she’s not riding mine,” sniggered Darryl Henderson. “Fuck me, whose horse is that?” chortled Dick France. “It’s one of the Aaaarabs! “chuckled Penny Mordaunt, the owner of Bicycle27, the thoroughbred racehorse with a stable name of Bike, Darryl trained and Dick was to ride in the six furlong dash at Goodwood. “She’s not a rider you silly chump, just a groom stable girl.” “I know that ... tell you what,...

Money Talks

A story inspired by the start of the flat racing season in UK, and the attitude and arrogance of Middle-Eastern men and their wives? in UK 10am Saturday 29th April 2017 A small shop in Bath, England “I need to have it designed and made to my specification,” the goatee bearded, bespectacled handsome, extremely rich man firmly stated, holding up a garment to Ruth Mountjoy, a pretty, young, auburn short haired dressmaker with her own small business in Bath. “But it’s perfect in every way sir,”...

Flights of Consciousness Book II Time TrippingChapter 23

The horse buyers from Arizona occupied a large, horseshoe-shaped booth in Denny's. They were chatting and eating breakfast when Joe interrupted several simultaneous conversations. "Darla, I've been thinkin'. If David is successful and buys Brigand, we should consider going Straight Egyptian at the ranch and sell off our Egyptian-Related horses." "Please, explain, Joe," Darla said. "Brigand is a Straight Egyptian. He'd become our senior stallion. Our two best mares are Straight...

What Dreams Are Made ofChapter 3

The Islamic state of Saudi Arabia under rein of King Saleman bin Abdulasi Al Sauid was unique in the year 2018. A desert state where the deeply religious Bedouin traditional tribes still lived in tents and raced camels, but still had their input in state affairs, and more importantly how their oil money was spent, it was indeed unique. Sauid was the oldest of seven brothers that were now in absolute control of the country since the death of his half brother Abdula. The former King had died...

Fiona Murphy s Last FlingChapter 6

FIONA VISITS THE PYRAMIDS PART TWO The light inside the tent was notably reduced because the guides had rolled down the sides to hold out the cold night air starting to filter into the desert valley. A series of puffy pillows and comfortable spreads covered most of the floor area keeping the irritating grains of sand at bay. I watched Dolly giving her body a quick wash using the lovely American wipes that worked so well in remote places. She was a striking female with curves that could...

Acquiring the Ring Ch 01 04

1. Nick’s notorious father Jack Allan Fesseden passed away that fall. Leaving to his children a vast fortune and an uncertain legacy. Nick rushed home from an extended vacation to Europe to help make the final arrangements and attend the funeral. He arrived to find his numerous siblings in an uproar. While the rest of their father’s fortune was intact and accounted for in his will, the possession that they all coveted the most was unaccounted for- the Ring was missing. About a dozen men and...

Ambassador s Life Ch 04

‘Master, Eupas has returned,’ Prima informed the Ambassador, who had just finished shaving himself. ‘Let him in,’ Kalitz instructed her. Eupas entered his boss’s office, apparently satisfied from a few encounters with youths. He also looked pleased for another reason. Abel instantly sensed that the meeting with the Vorindun Consul must have gone well. How well was the question whose answer he would know soon. ‘Ambassador, the Consul agreed to recommend an alliance to his superiors. The...

Sands of the Sahara

Note: Like most stories that I write, there a few pages of build up, before you get to the juicy parts, but I assure you, they do cum. .......................................................... My horse was exhausted, I knew it was not likely to carry me very much further. Tiredly I dismounted. I took my one remaining water bottle, gave the horse a handful and let a few drops dribble between my lips. I had been left with little choice but to take to the dunes even though I knew a horse...

The Ruth Scroll

The Message Bible (TMB) claims that Ruth crawled under the sheets with Boaz ‘to signal her availability for marriage.’ You can look that up for yourself (Ruth 3:7 TMB). In my opinion, TMB has it all wrong because I believe Ruth had a much shorter term goal in mind, namely getting laid. The Bible contains tales of real people who deal with the same primal urges every day as you and I do. It does a disservice to the humanness of Biblical characters to sanitize their actions. To set the record...

Illegal Immigrants 0

Two uniformed guards closed the big wooden gates behind it. The driver stopped and jumped down from the cab. “Raus!” he shouted, “Everybody out!” He unlocked the rear doors and swung them open.. Anxious faces peered out over the boxes in the back of the semitrailer. “Out, Raus!” the uniformed guards shouted as stood waiting rifles in hand. Frightened confused Arab faces, tired and hungry after the long journey along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the language and uniforms. They had...

Island Royale Epilogue

____________________________ I spent the long flight back to Costa Rica sitting alone and in silence, as did most of my fellow passengers who also appeared equally exhausted following the week of extravagant debauchery. For the return trip I was granted a window seat, and I repeatedly found myself gazing hypnotically out over the vast blue waters of the Pacific Ocean, lost in thought as images of Island Royale flashed before me. My mind kept drifting back to sweet little Alyssa,...

Abgel And The Okie

Down in our part of Oklahoma, we got some of the horniest, orneriest, drunkenest, cheatingest and the dumbest people you will find anywhere on God’s green Earth. Oklahoma and its people are all about extremes. Take Carl Fotheringill and the time he caught his fourth wife, Desire Mae, giving Claude Waterhouse head in the back room of the Humper, Oklahoma Community Center during the Spring Festival Dance party last year. I mean she was chomping down on old Claude like he was a fast melting...

Desert Bloom

My guide to the dig spoke heavily-accented English, but he had a smile that would light up Manhattan, full of strong white teeth which contrasted pleasantly with his sunbaked skin. I'm no novice when it comes to camels, and I think he was impressed when I didn't need his help. He didn't look Egyptian, more Bedouin than anything else, but it was difficult to see anything of him other than his smile, shrouded as he was in flowing robes. "But such pretty skin will bake in the sun, must...

Walking the Dogs

It was mid-afternoon and a hot summer’s day, a man walking along a country road heard a noise sounding like an animal in pain. Calling his dogs to heel he went into the bushes with the intention of helping the poor creature. As he blundered around he came upon a bright sunlit clearing where the grass was quite short and in the middle of which lay a beautiful woman on a chequered car rug. Eyes popping he stopped short, lying supine with her top pushed up above her breasts she fondled the right...

P40 Bedouin Dreams

This story was written to be the birthday gift of a friend and fellow writer, AMoveableBeast. He asked his friends to challenge themselves. Well, this is my best attempt to do that. I do hope you enjoy this story. Happy birthday, Beast. ***** ‘Come on, girl. Come on. No, no, no. Oh, damn it all!’ Fighting the dead stick, I kept trying to get the damn engine to restart despite knowing it was a lost cause. I had been on fumes and prayers for the last fifteen minutes and the fumes had run out....

TUESDAY PLAYA MTM DP

Tuesday morning I was up early, with the sunrise. I made a large pot coffee, left most for Nicole, and took some in my bottle, fortified with heavy cream and coffee liqueur.I pedaled my bicycle across the city to meet my trans lover Amber; I had met her in San Francisco, and introduced her to Burningman a couple years prior. Amber was now fully into the Burningman Scene.Amber’s camp was already beautifully decorated with rainbow shade structure ad a welcoming center space with a Bedouin style...

Confessions of an Exhibitionist

All credit belongs to Seahawk76© .Hello. My name is Melissa and I'm an exhibitionist. I didn't actually say those words out loud; I just imagined standing up and saying them to the twenty or so people sitting in this community center meeting room. I was also fantasizing about stripping off all of my clothes as I spoke, which probably helps explain why I ended up at an AA meeting in the first place. You see, my addiction has nothing to do with d**gs or alcohol, although it can be as potentially...

Child s Play

This series has been so popular, yet no one is writing in it but me. Why? Perhaps if I started another story to interest you? TALES OF DJINNAR: Child's Play By Raven Ms. Conover was walking down First Street toward her job at the day care center. It was a beautiful, sunny morning, although it was a little cool. However, she didn't mind the chill, and was actually enjoying the mile walk from her aparment to the day care center. She was passing by an alleyway just before First...

The Tale of The Rebel Chieftain

The Tale of The Rebel Chieftain by Ellie Dauber Hear, o most noble friend, of the tale of the Jafar, the rebel chieftain, and of the wisdom of the Sultan, Amahl, who ended that rebellion in a manner strange and magical; pleasantly and with but the littlest shedding of blood. In a land far off to the East and in a long-ago time, there lived a ruler, a Sultan named Amahl. As rulers may be judged, he was hardly the best. Yet, it must be admitted that he was also far from the...

Mantra The Rune Agenda

Mantra created by Mike W. Barr & Terry Dodson Rune created by Barry Windsor-Smith & Chris Ulm (Author's note: This story takes place shortly after my earlier tale, MANTRA: DAY OF THE STORM GOD.) MANTRA: THE RUNE AGENDA By Bob H (c) 2004 It was after dark as I swooped over the low suburban sprawl of Canoga Park, gliding just above the rooftops. The sharp early-December breezes of the San Fernando Valley here in Southern California were bracing, cooling rather than...

Improbable History

*This story uses characters created for and owned by Jay Ward Productions and is unauthorized.* "Peabody here (dog genius), and this is my boy Sherman. Say hello, Sherman." "Hello," said Sherman. "Where and when are we going today, Mr. Peabody?" "Set the Wayback Machine for Cairo, Egypt and the year 1916, Sherman. We're off to visit Lt. T. E. Lawrence of the British Royal Army." Sherman adjusted the controls and we stepped into the Wayback Machine (my own invention, by the way)...

Blackmail Payment Me His wife Part 2

Don't ask me about part two, because as I said, I didn't write this.Previously: Suddenly across the pool they are shouting at each other. Jed shouted at Richard (my husband) “Bullshit man, complete bullshit, I know how you got that contract! That caller just told me”. Richard was severely distressed and tried to reason with him. I only caught odd words, ‘hands tied’, ‘political’. Although I was naked I got up and walked round the pool to try and smooth it out. Richard shouted again, “What do...

Found in Translation

Found in Translation by Armond *** They are patient. Sparkling. Thrumming. Four perfect platinum monoliths, their faces filled with celestial marks; divine words, of life, of death, of love. They hold a secret, these plates, infinity's key; needing one to come, who, through the simple act of reading, will unlock them. They are waiting. *** 1. Kore "So you are like ...Indiana Jones?" Her broken English was so cute that he resisted answering in his...

The Case Of The Soccer Crime

THE CASE OF THE SOCCER CRIME By Anthony Durrant When the members of the Hutchison High School soccer team entered the gym, they found a woman standing in front of a portable blackboard in the middle of the floor. Taking a piece of chalk from a shelf under the blackboard, she wrote the name MS. SUBAYYAH STANDISH on its surface, and said, "My name is Ms. Subayyah Standish, and I was called here by Coach Sawyer to substitute for him this year while he deals with...

Arabian Nights Part Three

Arabian Nights Pt. 03 "Only one word of advice I can give you; don't resist them," Sarina whispers into Michele's ear. "Thank you Mistress," Michele responds. "You won't thank me when they deflower your tight little arsehole," Sarina responds. Although obviously American she uses the English word arse, rather than ass. "I can't and won't help you once we are inside. You need to know I am not your friend; I am your Mistress. In fact I'm going to rather enjoy watching them take...

Mistress of Gor pt 9

Mistress of Gor Dedicated to the genius of Olga Turlovna with sincere admiration. Chapter 9: We are attacked before dawn. Now everything changes. I reclined on a pile of soft velvet cushions and stretched my hand towards the silver bowl of sweet dates that a slave-girl belonging to Lady Sareena was holding before me. A silken pagoda had been erected for the richer members of the caravan, a place in which we could eat, drink and converse in luxury. Captain Arturius sat to my right;...

Amazon

Amazon A Short Story By Maryanne Peters I was born in Morocco into a Moroccan Jewish family. My family had been living in Morocco for many generations after my ancestors were driven from Spain by the Christians. I have always considered myself to be North African. My family were had been involved in growing flowers and I was brought up in a town called Migouna. I spoke Arabic and Berber as my native tongues, French, and I also spoke English. My mother had been educated at a...

Daima Part 2 Sheikha

Daima - PART 2: Sheikha Introduction to Part 2 "Mashallah. That is, indeed, excellent progress," said the Emir. "Alhamdulillah." "Alhamdulillah," the Finance Minister agreed, feeling a satisfied glow. His gamble had paid off. The data science algorithms installed by his finance team had increased profits for the Emir by over 8 billion Dirhams, over 2 billion US dollars, per year. All by changing the timing and collection of payments and the prioritization of monetary...

Trying to live free

It started as a business idea, a way of living rent free. I saw a 6 bedroom house for rent that I had lived in many years before and wondered if I could rent it and sub-lease the rooms out so they would pay the whole rent. I knew the house well, it was huge, the room at the front with the big bay window was built as a billiard room and had high ornate ceilings. The kitchen was large and could comfortably fit a table for 6. It opened out on to a plain but generous patio and a deep wide...

The Chronicles Of Sonali 8211 Part 20 Milf Threesome

Suvendu understood the level of excitement about this milf threesome I was going through. He suggested, “Son, I think we should take your mother to bed.” Planting another massive deep kiss on my pussy, Joy spoke with newfound confidence, “Absolutely perfect suggestion, dad.” He stood up, held my left hand gently. Suvendu turned aside and held my right hand. The two men accosting me like a queen led me the few steps to the bed and laid me on my back gently on the back. “Wow, mom, you look hotter...

The Flats

The flats are at the bottom of my road. They were built in the 1930s during the first wave of municipal socialism that morphed into the welfare state after the Second World War. A blue plaque marks a rent strike from the 1960s – an idea that would be laughable in today's greedy and meretricious world. They are brick built, relatively low rise and cluster round a cobbled courtyard. If you can get past the security gates, you find yourself somewhere strangely quaint and tranquil – an echo of a...

Painter s Delight

I am a painting contractor and doing well. It is a long time since I held a paint-dripping brush in my hands, but now I had promised my sister that I should fix her apartment in a more modern coloration, it would be a combined birthday-present and a celebration for a promotion to her husband and it should be done while he was away for almost three weeks for his company. Paul is a salesman. One of the best. You know the kind that seem to be able to sell a central-heating system to a Bedouin in...

Blood Night

Niya could already hear the tell-tale screams of cries of agony that marked Ashen's arrival as stood trapped in a small room at the back of the mansion. Looking for any possible escape she saw the window as she shot the bolt in behind her in time to see the door shake on its hinges. Rushing forward she burst through the glass rolling as she hit the ground. Not wanting to turn around, she broke into a run past the bodies of the dead strewn about the front yard of the lonely mansion, her only...

The Soldier and the Desert Beauty

It was a dark and stormy night... No, seriously, it was a fucking dark and stormy night. It was cold, wet, miserable, and dark as hell. I was sunk in mud halfway up my combat boots My name is Basim Abd-Al-Aziz, Sergeant First Class, Egyptian Army. I'm a 21 Mike –a firefighter, and I'm responsible for all, and I quote, "Fire protection, personnel rescue, first aid and fire prevention duties" at Army Flight Operations Detachment, Ahmed Al Jaber Air Base. Translation: I'm a thirty two year...

Intrusive DelightsChapter 36 A Different Tack

The only possible answer was that she had, as Kâtip had claimed, been sold in one of the slave markets of North Africa where young and beautiful girls of every skin hue changed hands for sizeable sums of money. By dint of persistence and by paying out bribes to many men, he eventually traced her, after several false alarms when he found women of similar descriptions in some very odd places performing some very outré services for their owners, or their owners' clients. Normally he left them...

Black Guard TalesChapter 12

About mid morning the next day, a hint of an impending sand storm grew from the North. The red, gritty dust swirled up from the desert and blew East with the prevailing wind. Rowl of the Garcians stared for only a few minutes before declaring riders were coming. Shortly, three figures emerged together with their pack horses. Rowl, Rasida and Schecter went down to greet them. The horsemen all wore the full beards typical of the Bakhunins. As usual, they were clad in black allsuits with grey...

FITZChapter 12 Adventures in India and Arabia

Everything coming together rather quickly, Sam and Miko needed to be somewhere else than FITZ East resting. The phone call they'd been awaiting for months from Miko's uncle letting them know the girl they planned to purchase had gotten her menarche had come amidst a late evening fuck, the timing frustrating Sam. And with the raid on the Plantation about to happen along with the raid on the Saudi harems, everything seemed to be falling into place simultaneously. In the past months Sam's...

Bravo ForceChapter 10 Ceuta Sector

The sun was still struggling over the foothills when Jazira brought her 'mobile to a halt at Pru's door. Like most natives, she preferred to do her outdoor activities when the heat was at a minimum. Pru climbed into the 'mobile, settling next to her friend, leaning to press a light kiss on her cheek. "How you doing, today?" she asked conventionally. Jazz put the 'mobile in motion before she answered. "I've been thinking, Pru. I do need to do something to bring Zahlman back to...

Bravo ForceChapter 19 New Program

"I don't want to talk about it, Terry. All I did was help a friend. End of story. What I want to talk about is this new program I want you to consider." "Pru," Terry replied, "I know you've been thoroughly debriefed and I've seen those reports. You've told me damn-all about what went on — personally, that is — and I want to get a better understanding of what your motivations were. And, you still won't tell me about what you were doing in The Yemen. I feel your reticence, and I know...

Invisible EmpireAppendix Character List

At the request of an astute editor, I am including a brief summary (or 'cheat sheet') of the characters who are in the story, "Invisible Empire." This is intended to help clarify who is who. While I have excised most of the plot spoilers, please note that there are still some reveals in the dossiers for each character. This file would be best read AFTER you've completed the entire story, or if you are truly lost. Characters are listed alphabetically by their first name, and each entry...

The Way of WarChapter 2

The Ford staff car pulled up outside the small shop front in the poorer part of Alexandria. A weather-beaten sign announced it as the Egyptian Curio and Memorabilia Bazaar. Shaun climbed out of the back as Titch and Sargent Blake extracted themselves from the front. “Let me do the talking,” he warned the two as he opened the door. The shop was cluttered with phony Egyptian artefacts, German and Italian medals, uniform parts and webbing plus helmets and Afrika Korps caps. Junk that the...

The Way of WarChapter 5

Shaun lit the burner and put the pan on for tea before waking the rest up at 5am. The sun had not risen yet but the skyline to the east was lighting up. After a quick breakfast they struck camp and set off, knowing they would be passing into enemy territory now. At two they stopped for a brew and to let Sue cool down. They’d covered fifty miles by Prof’s reckoning and had been skirting the sand dunes to the south. The dunes stretched out to the horizon; rolling mounds of sand whose glare...

The Way of WarChapter 9

Shaun sat by the front wheel as the men prepared their bedrolls, smoking. His mind drifted back to Kenya and the Crater. His could hardly remember his parents. They had died in an aircraft accident returning from Cape Town when he was five. Grandmother Susan and Granddad David had raised him. His grandfather had taught him to ride and shoot. The happiest times of his life had been out hunting with his grandfather and N’debi, the giant Matabele who was a dear friend of his grandfather’s. He...

The Way of WarChapter 16

It was a slow trip back to the base. Traffic going to the front slowed their progress whilst ambulances and tank recovery vehicles with damaged tanks filled the other lane returning to Alexandria. Eventually they pulled up at the base and Ted Frazer was there to welcome them with a crown on his shoulder lapel. He smiled has they spilled out of the Ford, “Welcome home chaps. I trust you all had a good leave.” He indicated for them to follow him into the command tent. Once they were all in he...

The Way of WarChapter 18

The five officers came to attention in front of Captain Silverman’s desk. “Please be at ease gentlemen and grab yourselves a chair.” He waited until they were all seated before continuing. “I called you all here to hear my views regarding Z Patrol. It is my opinion, and I stress only my opinion unfortunately, that we have not heard the last of General Rommel. I’ve made a study of the man and I’ve read everything he has ever written. He is without doubt the most able of Hitler’s generals...

Absolute DelightsChapter 15 Settling Down

A few days later, the Emir had finally approved the list of the women who were to leave his harem. The numbers were to be reduced to fifteen and then allowed to build up again by purchases and gifts. The women whom Kamal Qumsiyeh thought were suitable would be given to various businessmen ostensibly as a celebration of the end of the two months' mourning David had ordered and then forgotten about. The remainder were to be sold, except for Laura. Hajji Kofi Natsheh was adamant, or at least as...

Arabian NightsChapter 3

"Only one word of advice I can give you; don't resist them," Sarina whispers into Michele's ear. "Thank you Mistress," Michele responds. "You won't thank me when they deflower your tight little arsehole," Sarina responds. Although obviously American she uses the English word arse, rather than ass. "I can't and won't help you once we are inside. You need to know I am not your friend; I am your Mistress. In fact I'm going to rather enjoy watching them take you." "I have seen...

Dun and Dusted Part II Book 7 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 5 Exodus

“Seven days spent shovelling sand, and all that has surfaced is a single, solitary, silver sultani.” I knew the coin held in Crudwright’s hand was not a sultani as they are gold, but chose to employ an alliterative sentence rather than an accurate one. “This is a dinar, Sir Elijah...” “I know it is not a sultani, Professor, and I was pulling your leg. I am truly impressed by what you have achieved in less than seven days.” Crudwright beamed at me, an expression not often seen on his florid...

Dun and Dusted Part II Book 7 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 12 The Pursuit

Later that morning Hassan brought Mimi and I our breakfast. “Me and my Uncle will be travelling to Suez with you, Effendi Colonel,” he said with a huge smile on his face. “Will Griszelda be with you?” I asked him, and then turned to Mimi. “Griszelda is Hassan’s donkey,” I informed her. “No, she does not like the desert; travelling to Abu Sultan was enough for her. I will leave her with Fatima.” Fatima was a washerwoman – washer girl – with whom Hassan had struck up a friendship. After...

POW Prisoner Of The Widows Chapter 13

Two mornings after my wives told me the Americans were conducting operations near our farm, I was huddled on the floor of the Zil truck as Basheera drove me towards an American checkpoint on the desert road toward Jordan. It was my first trip away from the farm in almost three months, and I was taking it reluctantly. The only thing that drove me was a sense of duty and a desire to get things settled so I could rejoin my family. The last two days had been the most bittersweet of my life. My...

POW Prisoner Of The Widows Chapter 14

I was eating supper in the Radisson's restaurant that evening, when I met a couple of people from 'Doctors Without Borders.' They were here for almost the same reason as me, they were going to cross the border into western Iraq, set up in al Rabat and start treating children. I mentioned to one of the doctors that I was going to a small village northeast of al Rabat to set up a small medical clinic. We chatted for a while and I accepted his invitation to join their convoy. The Doctors...

Intrusive DelightsChapter 18 Auction

The slave auctions were held regularly and so Rubina spent only three more days in a cage at the auction house to which she was sent, hobbled and shackled. The cage itself was a form of torture, since it was roughly cubic, but only about five feet in each direction, and she was unable to stand or lie down in any comfort. The only possible position was to sit on the floor with her back to the bars; the chains on her ankles and wrists made even that uncomfortable. Water and food were placed in...

Intrusive DelightsChapter 19 Gift

The new young concubine, a gift from the chief of a wandering Bedouin clan, was dragged into the harem at the Golden Palace kicking and struggling. As the all enveloping abaya was removed she butted the nearest eunuch in the face, causing blood to pour from his nose. Immediately she was overpowered, shackled over a whipping bench and the Chief Eunuch spoke to her. After three tries he discovered she understood some English and said to her, "You will have to be whipped for attacking my...

Intrusive DelightsChapter 20 Re Training Rubina

After ten weeks of unremitting attempts, the Chief Eunuch knew he was unlikely ever to train the recalcitrant but beautiful new slave, Rubina, to accept that her lot in life was to loll around in the harem almost naked until she was taken to a man's bed. Even more was he convinced that she would never consent to being a bedroom plaything for just any man to whom her Master chose to lend her. Just shaving her required five eunuchs to strap her down and even at that she was cut by the razor...

PoppyChapter 4

"I hope you are going to smile," Poppy teased as they pulled onto the road going out of Northwich. "I need you to be horny not grumpy." "Do you have any idea where we are going?" "Yeah," Poppy said confidently and then shrugged. "OK, I read about it. But it sounds awesome." "It sounds criminal," Jack added, and Poppy scowled as she looked across at him in the passenger seat before turning down a very narrow country lane. "Where are we going? This is off the unbeaten...

The TeacherChapter 18 Come on you two join the fun It s a blast

When Lisa entered Meredith's house, she was struck by the furnace-like heat in the place. She quickly rushed to the bathroom where she was keeping her clothes, in the cupboard above the washing machine and peeled off her now sticky clothes. Remembering the GPS tracker just in time, she called Harold to tell him that she was back at Meredith's and that she was removing the transmitter. Harold asked her to wait two minutes so that he could advise the agency and then to go ahead and remove...

Nepenthe

First of all, thank you all for your all of your supportive comments. Secondly, since I have created a little sub-universe within NMF, let me be the first to cast the first stone with this new entry. As always, i enjoy your opinions. A word of warning. On the last one a lot of things happened off stage in response to the recent TG Cliche thing that went around. This one will be much more graphic once it gets going full throttle. Tales of Djinnar: NEPENTHE By Raven ne-pen'the ...

Spellbound Part Two

[Note: This is another story written long ago, and forwarded to my by my French friend Avaro. For those who remember, C.C. created the world of Clinton Crayle. He asked me to write a story in a Raymond Chandler hard- bitten detective style, and this is it. So enjoy. And for the details on the whole "She-Devil" thing, check the reviews. TOXIS.] SPELLBOUND - PART TWO BY TOXIS Off to the left the Malibu beach houses whipped by. Mrs. Dalton had not been pleased with me when r...

Mistress of Gor pt 8

Mistress of Gor Dedicated to the genius of Olga Turlovna with sincere admiration. Chapter 8: A Caravan to the Tahari. The Free Women play a game that is not to my liking. The caravan moved slowly, ponderously even, as if time itself was a relative obscurity that held no sway in the vast desert expanse of the Tahari. From one end of the line to the other it stretched perhaps ninety beasts long, but in addition to that number there were perhaps a dozen outriders on either flank...

Alyx in Wonderland Chapter 7

Thank you to everyone who has left comments for previous chapters. Your support mean a lot to us. If you feel too shy to leave a comment, or have questions you'd like to ask, or maybe you want to tell us about your own work. Any of the above you can contact us here: [email protected] Now for this week's episode... (Theme tune by Robertlouis) Alyx in Wonderland Chapter 7 Alex "Hi, I'm Allie," I said to the two women in the hotel room. It was the night of the premiere,...

A Night in Riyadh

TITLE: ‘A Night in Riyadh’ AUTHOR: TychoChapter 1Ms. Cook, wearing a black garter belt, black stockings, and black five-inch high-heel shoes, was led onto the stage by two muscular young Saudi Arabian men. Her enormous breasts, size 38DD, were bare and exposed except for a pair of silver clamps that had been attached to each of her nipples. The fact was her enormous breasts were the reason this forty-two year old attorney had been targeted and then kidnapped off the streets of Riyadh in the...

Wonders of hypnosis

Preface: I would like to point out that this story is written especially for publication. I have included actions which I honestly don't care much for myself, but which I have understood that my readers like to read. If you are one of my readers who likes the intimacy of my stories and the feeling that you get to know me through my stories, then please don't take the content of this story as an indication of my true feelings. I am sorry to say that many years ago I was a smoker. I know...

Counting LivesChapter 2

My first impression of Walter Forester's apartment was that I had expected it to be messier. The front door opened into a short hallway, leading to a large living room. The right wall of the hallway had a large painting of a brown frog. African tribal masks hung on the living room wall. Silvery gray love seat, couch, and chair formed three sides of a rectangle around a nondescript coffee table in the middle of the room. The couch faced a large entertainment unit domineering one wall. A...

The Count of Monte CristoChapter 57 In the Lucerne Patch

Our readers must now allow us to transport them again to the enclosure surrounding M. de Villefort's house, and, behind the gate, half screened from view by the large chestnut-trees, which on all sides spread their luxuriant branches, we shall find some people of our acquaintance. This time Maximilian was the first to arrive. He was intently watching for a shadow to appear among the trees, and awaiting with anxiety the sound of a light step on the gravel walk. At length, the long-desired...

The World s First Futa 11 Futa s Wild Presidency Chapter 3 Futa s First Harem Treat

Chapter Three: Futa's First Harem Treat By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “So meeting with King Njam bin Mohammad ibn Saud was not what I expected,” I said to Adelia, the cameras rolling. My interview was almost over. We were in the final stretch. It was wonderful to tell, but I was feeling the mental strain now. Still, it was a wonderful way to spend my forty-eight birthday by looking back on my life. We were talking about my first year in office as president. “In what...

The World s First Futa futa s Wild PresidencyChapter 3 Futa rsquo s First Harem Treat

April 17th, 2047 “So meeting with King Njam bin Mohammad ibn Saud was not what I expected,” I said to Adelia, the cameras rolling. My interview was almost over. We were in the final stretch. It was wonderful to tell, but I was feeling the mental strain now. Still, it was a wonderful way to spend my forty-eight birthday by looking back on my life. We were talking about my first year in office as president. “In what way?” she asked. “Well, I hadn’t expected such a warm welcome from the...

The Affectionate Watch DogChapter 8

Lucy noticed immediately that Kate's big flashy Buick was gone from the driveway, grateful that at least she would not have to face her mother in her present state of mind. She had ceased crying finally, perhaps from the diverting tensions of driving home, though her chest occasionally heaved uncontrollably and she had to gasp for breath to force down the lump in her throat. It was still too soon to think clearly, Lucy's one coherent thought being the instinctive instinct to get home and...

The Exhibitionist and the VoyeurChapter 4 Evening Peeks

Chapter Cast: Cynthia, Female, 33 - Wife of Ray - 5’7, 140lbs, tanned beige skin, long blonde hair Ray, Male, 35 - Husband of Cynthia - 5’10, 175lbs, freckled tanned beige skin, short chestnut-brown hair Lanying, Female, 20 - Neighbor of Cynthia and Ray, college student - 5’2, 110lbs, almond-cream skin, black hair cut straight at neck “That’s another lovely dress, Lanying,” Cynthia told the young woman as they drank tea on the couple’s patio. Lanying smiled, “Thank you. I like you ... uh...

Protection and Preservation Book 05Chapter 6

[Janice] It picked back up but now the pilot and her passenger were both alarmed. Bennie said, "Gently, climb some. Height gives us more time to decide what or where to do something if this miss reappears and is worse." He continued, "I think we may have a clogged filter. If I'm right, we have a problem. Keep the road in sight and head for Churchill." I did both and climbed some more. I tried rocking in case the problem was something that would loosen and allow us more airtime. I...

the dessert

I seriously never tought of him as someone like thisI was his son friend from soccerhe was married and very seriousyet , on a nice summer night i cross him at the park and he was smoking weed in secrettrying to make sure it was him, myself a bit drunk from the party downtowni really dont know how it all endup like it did he was trying to explain he does this for stress relief and anxietythat his wife dsnt understand and all but i ask if i could smoke with himwe smoke together and both went to...

SistersChapter 3 Danger

Linda slowly opened her sleepy eyes and began listening attentively to the sounds of the night. She heard a rustling sound in the hall, perhaps the sound that had woken her. All at once she sat up and gently but firmly made Nikki roll off her. "What?" Nikki asked, snapping out of her lethargy and becoming scared. Linda made a motion for her to keep quiet. Because of their mad, crazy lust for each other, they had forgotten to close the door of their room. Linda wrapped herself in her robe,...

Drunk wife fucked by strangers 2

After a few minutes I Asked Dimitri if he wanted food and he nodded. I took him through to the kitchen. The cab driver followed, a glass of vodka clutched in hand. As I got some pies from the cupboard., the cab driver introduced himself as Mack. I got chatting with him as Dimitri ate and guzzled vodka. Like alot of cab drivers Mack liked to talk and sort of began to run off at the mouth Soon I was getting his life story. Navy as a young man. Marriage, 4 kids all grown up and his wife...

Meg does sex

Meg was very beautiful with a body men desired. She learned at a young age to use it to control men and get what she wanted. It started at twelve with her father. Her mom was cold and unloving although sexy, she did not make love with her hubby often at all. He would look at her body and see the huge tits and round ass, but she would not let him touch her any more. He needed to fuck so, he started going to Meg's room at night. At first he would pet her tiny titties and lick them and rub her...

What happens abroad

So, the day officially came. It was June 29th, my tenancy was running out and my finals were over. Having secured a job at an important investment bank in London, my summer was free from all the worry of job seeking. I was looking forward to travelling and seeing what Europe has to provide. After all, during the 4 years I studied in the UK, I never got the chance to really travel Europe, which had always been my dream ever since I grew up in a small town in rural USA. So much opportunities laid...

My Office Life 8211 Part 2

Even though this was the first time I remembered someone had touched my navel but it was not the first time I had exposed my navel to someone. I have worn saree many times before and I am pretty sure that I was careless enough to expose my navel to many people. I never felt this tingling sensation before in my life when someone touched my navel. I recalled my cousin’s wedding last year where I wore a gagra choli and transparent dupatta the entire day throughout the function and I have never...

My First Cock

This is a real story about the first experience I ever had with another man.I never really remember being attracted to men, still cant say that I am but I've always liked looking at a nice cock. I remember sneaking looks in the locker room after showering in gym class at the other guys cocks. There was no driving urge towards other men but always some butterfly's in my stomach when sneaking a peak at a nice cock. When I started college and got my first computer and access to the internet I...

Ganneki mithas

Ramu apni masti me chala ja raha tha tabhi apne khet ki khatiya parbethe huye Hariya kaka ne use aawaj diHariya- are Ramu betwa kaha chale ja rahe ho, aajkal to tumne mere pasaana hi band kar diya,Ramu- are kaka, thahro abhi aa raha hu,Dophar ke 2 baj rahe the, Ramu apne ganno ke kheto ki aur chala ja rahatha lekin uske khet se thodi pahle hi Hariya kaka ka khet tha jaha Hariyakaka ne bahut sari hari sabjiya laga rakhi thi aur din rat vah un sabjiyo kirakhwali ke liye vahi pada rahta tha,...

The CavemanChapter 45

I am sorry to leave this place. It is the place where I first come, where I first meet Linda, where I know happiness with Linda more than I ever know before. But new dwelling is also fine, finer yet than this one, and land is very beautiful. There we will be nearer to others than here, but just as here, not to see if we do not wish. And there is great forest there, Linda says is “park” where all may go but rarely do. When I ask why few go there she says many prefer life in city such as where...

How A Lost Mobile Turned Me Into Whore 5

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Hot Sex In Lucknow

Hey horny girls and guys, hope you are all doing well. They story that I narrate is a true incident that happened with me during my current stay in Lucknow. I have been in Lucknow for the past one year and have found plenty of opportunities to explore its vices and other evils. This happened during the hot month of August getting Straight to the story the girl in the story is Priya (name changed for Privacy Reasons). Let me describe myself. I am 5’9″ in height, weighing about 200 pounds and...

Gigolo Service

Hello dosto aap sabhi ko mera namaskar. Mera naam rohit he or me surat ka rahanewala hu.Me ek gigolo hu. Me ek achhi family se hu. Meri height 5.6 hai. Or body achhi hai. Achha to ab me story pe aata hu… Baat un dino ki he jab me 23 saal ka tha abhi meri age 26 hai. Me surat ki ek coll. Me padhta tha to waha meri mulakat ek friend se hui jiska naam aniket tha.. Hamari dosti achhi ban gai. Ek din usne muje kaha ki kya tuje sex karna pasand he girls..Aunty..Bhabhi k sath to maine kaha ha kyu...

DUI

Being a smart-arse can be a real burden in life and on this subject, I am somewhat of an expert. I could write a book about the number of times my smart mouth got me into trouble. At home, I was frequently grounded as a result of this, and at school I regularly got detention. I also have to admit, that the odd bloody nose and swollen lip also often resulted. It wasn’t as if I deliberately sought to piss people off, but at times the distance between my brain and mouth appeared to diminish to...

My Son My Lover Part 2

Saturday morning at 7:30 am I woke up to my son asleep in my bed and I smiled and gave him a little kiss and he had a half a hard on and want to the kitchen to start breakfast and at 8:00 am my son woke up and want to the bathroom and I put his breakfast on a plate and he came to get his breakfast and we ate are breakfast and I got change in another outfit and want back to the kitchen and the time was 8:45 am and my son come in the kitchen to get a drink and his cock go hard as he saw me and...

Pushing the Limits Chapter 3

Dane We are sharing a wonderful breakfast in one of the quieter nooks of the resort, rather than the main buffet. It is perfect, overlooking a quaint man-made lagoon, with paddleboats drifting lazily past, as we munch our way through an assortment of breakfast tasties. The coffee is definitely kicking in and reviving us, rescuing us from the natural physical drain after our exertions the night before, and we are quickly becoming excited about our upcoming excursion. Before breakfast, I had...

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