"There is a fine line between serendipity and stalking."
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Excerpt:
Hidden from view in the quiet forest, not far from where my lover and I lay, two people stood watch. The solitary, telltale sign of their presence was the glowing amber of the cannabis they had just lit.
The man murmured, “I’ll take the young one. I know you desire the older guy…”
Before he could continue, the female was already on her knees, engulfing the throbbing hardness into her open orifice. Smoke from her puff eliminated from the corners of her mouth, giving the impression that his rod was smoldering and that she had the power to extinguish the impetuous passion she had begun. He was already fantasizing about the adolescent he was watching a short distance away.
She, on the other hand, was musing over the handsome teenager lying by the shoreline, her closed eyes imagining the manhood in and around her lips to be that of her fantasy man. She sucked and teased the erection to uncontrollable ecstasy. Wrapping her luscious lips around the bobbing bublousness, she plunged her cavity onto the corpulent protrusion, choking herself in the process. Instead of relinquishing her prized possession, she rammed it deeper, burying her youthful face against his musky pubes. The male wasted no time in pushing her head onto the onslaught, enveloping her prowess, he jounced her cranium until dribbles of saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth. Like a naked wood nymph craving erotic pleasure, she relished the rough treatment foisted upon her diaphanous being as she luxuriated in this game of machismo dominance. She yearned to be snared by this aggressive satyr whom she hoped would molest her in every which way. She desired to be treated disrespectfully by anyone who would take control over her for their personal gratification. She would gladly supplicate herself to Lucifer or the Marquis de Sade if they had lived to partake in this unrestrained sadomasochism.
She was torn between satisfying this churlish hard-man and the decorous teenager whom she knew to be a gentleman of decorum and respectability. She schemed to entice this young homosexual, to ruse him to fall prey to her iniquitous seduction.
For now, she was preoccupied with the rogue before her. He pushed her against a nearby tree and lifted her legs to his pelvis. In a single stroke, he entered her spread thighs, sinking his quivering organ into her willing orifice. The discomfort only served to heighten her masochistic propitiation as his forceful pounding abraded her tender back. His eyes closed, he rode her furiously, fantasizing about his Caucasian rigidity impaling the young Asian. Vivid images of his squirming adolescent prey fighting to be free from his careening licentiousness serve to heighten his urgency. He plundered the boy’s derriere with unrelenting potency as his twitching opening begged for his mighty onslaught. He pillaged his way towards multiple orgasmic crescendos, only to resume yet another round of intemperate fervor while ravaging in ecstasy. His mind swore that he would use this stripling to satisfy his sexual wantoness. The sooner he could get rid of the lad’s chaperone, the faster he could execute his scheme.
His powerful grip lifted the groaning woman and laid her onto the ground, his stiffness still buried inside her willing pelvic chamber. His rugged stroking aroused her to moans of rapturous dexterity. As she lifted her spindly hips to receive his imminent release, their heavy breathing gave way to gratifying decadence. Waves of electric arrows traversed through their bodies, striking their eyelids in rainbows as music fell over their ears. The gongs of orgasm had sounded quietly within this peaceful landscape.
Unbeknownst to my guardian and me, Thor and Pratnah remained buried within each other. To quiet their nerves, they shared another joint before heading back towards the farm house.
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New Release
A Harem Boy's Saga - IV - Turpitude
a memoir by Young
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From the back cover:
Turpitude is the fourth book to A Harem Boy’s Saga, a provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society through his UK boarding school. From there, he was spirited to the Middle East to attend the Bahriji (Oasis) School in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for Harem services for the wealthy elite.
It is also a love story between the young man, his ‘Big Brother,’ and his ‘Valet,’ who served as his chaperones and mentors.
This book follows the teenagers’ erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their fourth Arabian Household, the Assalamu Alaikum (Peace Be with You) Harem. There, they became confidants to a sheik, assistants to his numerous international ventures, especially that of a film production: “Kāmasūtra - Lover’s Tale.” The teenagers continue to apprentice and model in a controversial photography project, “Sacred Sex in Sacred Places.”
This story is an account of the author’s experiences. Through these truths, often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnation and negativity related to sexuality, love, and personal freedom.
There are 5 - 7 volumes in A Harem Boy’s Saga series.
A Harem Boy's Saga - Book IV - TURPITUDE; a memoir by Young
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What a reviewer said...
5 stars: Elegant and Erotic Tale
By mlm "Mel"
To say this was a “good” story simply doesn’t do it justice. This is the true tale of a male Courtesan. Or, as the author puts it – A Harem boy. It begins with his life in Malaya as a small child. The honesty and self awareness he had is astounding. I laughed a bit when he called himself a “Sissy boy”. But then he reclaimed that title and I found that he was quite proud of who he was. The toss of the coin by the Gods created a delicate and beautiful soul who was wise beyond his years – at least regarding his own self. His mother captivated me from the beginning. She doted on her youngest son and allowed him to be who he was. I believe it was her unconditional love that helped shape this adventurous and self-aware boy into a man who obviously, and rightly, loves himself. His relationship with his father, although forced and quite what one would expect, wasn’t as bad as it could have been (Happy to read that. At times I feared the worst.). Starting by learning all about his privileged upbringing in a romantic time helped me understand who and what he came from – and in turn – helped me to see the rest of the story from his eyes. I wanted the same things he did and I felt his relief and desperation to leave for boarding school in the UK. From here, our delicate “Sissy Boy” is initiated into the clandestine society E.R.O.S.
I’ll let the reader get the full story on how that happened. I will say – he was brave, and perhaps a bit naive. But his childlike trust was not misplaced and he was off on an erotic, and sensual adventure to the Middle East. This is where I truly fell in love with this tale. I felt as if I was reading Arabian Nights and seeing what really happened in the Kosk of a wealthy Middle Eastern man. The world he experienced was lush and opulent – as was the sex. The sexual stories are not graphic in the way one might think. You “see” what you must and, I think, the beloved author still has a few secrets from those times. However, from the fantastical tales he tells, his initiation was beyond the imagination of any young boy of the times. He’s whisked away to Italy, Tunisia, and Paris (among other places). At his young age, he experienced multiple lifetimes.
As I read the story, I realized this wasn’t simply a naughty tale of his escapades as a teenager. It was a love story. There were so many different kinds of love experienced! From his first “puppy love” experience to very real and deeply felt love that the reader watches blossom, we watch him learn what love is – to him. I also realized, halfway through, this was a love story about himself as well. The author has accepted all of his past and accepted himself in the process. He fell in love with himself and it was beautiful to see. A young, gay teenager who could have easily buckled under the pressure of society and his father to hate himself persevered and chose to walk in love in all that he did. That amazes me. His descriptions are lush and makes the reader yearn to be there, to feel the fabrics, to smell the smells, to taste the food and to see the expressions of love.
I will give a word of caution about this book – It was a mental hurdle from the beginning to overcome my assumptions and modern judgment of sex by/with/to a minor. After getting about 200 pages in, I set it aside to think about how I was feeling. I realized a few things – this wasn’t an American story. I had to remove my American glasses as I read this and understand it was a tale from a different land and a different time. I also began to understand the vast difference in social and economic classes. His life of privilege allowed many of his sexual proclivities to be accepted and, as in the school in the UK, pushed to new limits. This story has made me wonder about the wealthy classes of people and what other traditions we laypeople know nothing about. Fascinating. As equally fascinating as the inner working of the Muslim homes. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be transported to such a place. If you can separate your modern, American point of view, and read this story for what it is – you will love it. Much like readers of Anne Rice’s SLEEPING BEAUTY series, this has the same “feel” to it. If you enjoyed that, you will enjoy this as well. I’m a straight woman who doesn’t make a habit of reading homoerotic stories. To each his own, right? But this, this was so much more than just sex confessions. A unique coming of age tale that is beautiful, daring, and provocative.
Bravo Young!
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Not surprised at all that she was preoccupied with the rogue. That's my preference, too. ;)
Posted by: Kayla Lords | 09/12/2016 at 10:33 AM
And so you would, Kayla. And so you would! LOL!
Posted by: Bernard Foong | 09/12/2016 at 11:17 AM