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Emmanuelle: part nine

Into the Oligarch’s lair

I had never spent half a concert watching a friend eat another woman. Did the whole come to more than the sum of the parts, or did each detract from the other? After Ekaterina had orgasmed for the third time, Emm was allowed to take her seat next to her new Mistress. I kept a wary eye on Ivana, who clearly had an itch she wanted me to scratch. As the audience rose in acclamation. I...Read On

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Emmanuelle: part six

Among the sand dunes

We peered over the edge of the hillock, hand in hand. We had come in the hope of having a quiet cuddle in the open air, but Emily, Anne, Emm and someone else had found the same secluded spot earlier – and for another purpose. We had read the record of what Anne, who was now Emm’s Mistress, had called ‘Emm’s dream,’ which had ended with her being branded on the ass. But we could see, from...Read On

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The Damascus Road: part three

The Princess makes an entrance

Jess looked at me with pain in her face. 'Pixie, have I displeased you? Everything I do is because I think it is what you wish. Was I wrong?' My mind worked fast. 'It is not you, Jess, it is me. I need to fix boundaries, and as I have failed, no, it is not you. But fix them we must.' It all came out in a rush. I explained that there needed to be a wall between what we did together, and...Read On

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In the Seraglio: Part Six

What a night...

Jess came to my couch. I had told Calliope, my patroness and mother of the Sultan, of my design, and she had offered me the inner sanctum, where no eunuch ever came. That was typical of her generosity to me. I had brought her much pleasure, and she was unselfish in allowing me to have some of my own. She had bought Jess for me at the slave market. She had offered me objects of greater...Read On

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Emmanuelle: part seven

An afternoon to remember

It was delicious having an afternoon off work, and to be able to spend it with my fiancée, Sophie, was very heaven. Generous soul that she was, Sophie insisted that as she had had an orgasm out in the sand dunes, I should have one back at the hotel. Being equally giving, I saw no reason to deprive her of that goal. By the time we reached the hotel, it was gone four, and we would both need...Read On

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In the Seraglio: part five

Enter Jess

Calliope explained that there had been a fresh influx of slaves at the market, and that she liked to choose those for the Seraglio; she suggested that I might enjoy the trip, saying it would be a treat. Since arriving in Istanbul, I had not left the Topkapi Palace. As it was the size of the village I had spent my life in, plus some, that was not quite the hardship it might have seemed. It...Read On

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In the Seraglio: part ten

Midsummer night's scene

That special night, with the banquet, the English poet, Will, and what had occurred between myself and my beloved Jess, afterward, lived long in my mind. As things transpired, it was the beginning of the road to a future which, at that time, I could never have imagined. It would be at least three months before the English would return to Istanbul. By then the potential heir to the Empire,...Read On

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To Russia with Lust: chapter one

The continuing adventures of Emmanuelle

Sarah smiled at me. 'I love you Pixie! I love you as much as the day we married.' Hugging her, I reminded her that as that had only been two months earlier, it was rather good. On tippy toes, I kissed her, tasting her sweetness, loving her scent; our love buoyed me up. Much had changed since the Spring. Our marriage had brought us to share Sarah's house in Kensington, and I had managed...Read On

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Emmanuelle: part eleven

The Oligarch Strikes

For some reason (lack of cash mostly) I had never spent the afternoon being pampered at a private spa; I could get used to it. All I need, having had the experience, is the income. Sophie and I went down to the basement with Ivana, who introduced us to the Manageress, and then, quickly pecking Sophie on the cheek, departed to fulfil Ekaterina's commands. The Manageress, yet another of...Read On

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In the Seraglio: part nine

A perfect evening

The ideas I put to Will were ones I had meditated on hard. The arrival of my new love, Jess, had not meant that my initial love, Svetlana, the woman from Rus who had arrived in the Seraglio with me and the Circassians, was out of the picture. The Sultan loved her gorgeous figure, and her personality was far more pleasing than that of her rivals. But she had no political ambitions, and...Read On

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In the Seraglio: Part Eight

Exit, pursed by a bear.

I was excited. I loved telling stories, and did so to the Sultan many evenings before he pursued his lustful desires with my fellow concubines. But there was something special about practising my art at a banquet. I suppose I loved the reaction from a wider group of people. There was a special pleasure in store, because that evening's event was for the English ambassador, and would be...Read On

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In the Seraglio: part seven

The plot thickens

'There is one solution,' Calliope suggested, when we were discussing the ambitions of the Circassian women, who aspired to control the Sultan. Irene, the statuesque blonde who had ensnared him, and was carrying his child, was scheming to replace the Sultana, and we were wondering how to block her ambitions. I asked the Sultan's mother, Calliope, what she thought we could do. 'You could...Read On

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Mask of a Hero, Face of a Champion

She's a modern-day Rocky. Only she's a lesbian who likes feet.

Luckily, tonight's match will only be in front of a small crowd. I'm standing before the locker room's floor-length mirror, making sure every blade of my cropped, fire-red hair is gelled into place, tightening my wrist and ankle wraps so that Rhea won't have a chance to snap my joints while we're rolling around the ring. The concrete floor is cool against my feet, and I hop on my toes a...Read On

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The Damascus Road: part five

A close encounter.

Just as I was allowing myself to be carried away by my passion for Princess Damila, the distraction in the corner of the room brought me back to the real world. Oblivious to it, the Princess was sucking on my stiff, aching nipple, and she was easing me out of my harem pants, a process I was happily aiding. The feel of her fingers as they slid between my swollen lips made me gasp. But my...Read On

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The Damascus Road: part four

the fall of the Amir

Jess seemed a bit sulky after the Princess left. Eventually I did what I knew I was going to have to do, and asked her what was wrong. I was not sure I wanted to hear the reply, but sure I did not want a day of sulks. 'She will be your next one then? The Princess. I could see you two devouring each other with your eyes.' 'Darling, don't be jealous, it isn't as though we are monogamous. I...Read On

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To Russia with Lust: chapter two

Emm's adventures continue.

One of the many things to enjoy about Ekaterina's dacha was that it was an intriguing mixture of license and discipline; rather like its owner, when one came to think of it. With Ekaterina absent, enjoying the ample charms of a very aroused Emm, Sarah and I were free to finish off our delicious light lunch, and then, after consulting Ivana about future plans, had an afternoon to settle into...Read On

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The Damascus Road: Part Ten

An ending... and a beginning. Rahab leaves.

I went back to my chamber in a sombre mood. It was utterly unreasonable of me to be jealous, and I was not even sure that I was; something else was going on. It was plain that Ayesha and Jess loved each other; what I had seen was not simple lust at work. God knows, I knew enough about that, and I recognised, perhaps all the more so after my encounter with Ana, the difference between the...Read On

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To Russia With Lust: Chapter Three

Enter the Vampire Countess...

After our afternoon exertions, Sarah and I slept well, but as usual, I woke early. I longed for a chat with Emm, but there was no one else at breakfast until Ivana joined us as we were finishing off the coffee and smoked salmon blinis. 'You have the morning free, my darlings, hope you, ahem, slept well?' I was not going to give her the pleasure of watching me blush, but I wondered whether...Read On

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The Damascus Road: part six

The Assassins strike

So , I thought, this is how it ends . And yet the day had begun so promisingly. With Ayesha, who had been sent to spy on my Sapphic activity by the Imams, compromised into silence by Jess’s forceful introduction to its delights, and Princess Damila satisfied by the Sultan and myself, we had shored up the strategy of supporting the Al-Amadin clan, provided they let the minority Shihab...Read On

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The Damascus Road: part eight

The Sacred Stair

Anastasia pulled me with her. When we reached the armoury the other women were already donning their war gear. Anastasia put on her black breastplate over the chain mail, and fitted her sword-belt. I felt both ridiculous and redundant. But, wanting to be useful, grabbed a small bow and several quivers of arrows. Anastasia explained that somehow the enemy had gained access to the lower...Read On

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The Damascus Road: part nine

The reunion

Helena and I rode in slience. My thoughts were back in the sacred space where Ana and I had loved so recently. I could still smell her, taste her. I wanted to be with her so badly that I ached. But duty called. My fate was not to be the concubine of the Padishah that those who picked me had planned; no, it was something far stranger, and more strenuous. I had become his 'little Vizier.' I...Read On

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The Damascus Road: part seven

The revelation

Below us, the smoke from the fires I had kindled obscured the view, but I could see above us four archers keeping up a steady fire. I scrambled up the hillside, with the help of my rescuer. Two thoughts occurred simultaneously. They knew who I was, and they had wanted to save me. For the first time since the assault on the convoy began, I breathed a sigh of relief. As we paused, the...Read On

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To Russia With Lust: Chapter Four

Ekaterina's dilemma.

The evening had been erotic, but disturbing. The usually ebullient and confident Ekaterina was subdued, and her mood communicated itself. Emm was quiet, letting her Mistress run her hands over her superb body, but contributing little beyond her undoubted sexiness. She had clearly been attracted by the Vampire Countess, Anna, and the way in which she had aided her in taking Ekaterina's...Read On