The universe is a mysterious place, and it seems, the more we learn about it, the more we realise how much our eyes are still veiled in ignorance. The fathomless expanses of space are a vast waste and our fragile Earth seems a lone oasis in an overwhelming and unrelenting desert. Yet I know, in my heart of hearts, that somewhere in the dark immensities of space and time, there are other minds and hearts than ours, other c...

  Early in the summer of my twenty second year, I undertook a journey to Athens, the noble seat of King Aegeus. I had longed to see this fine city for many a year. After a pleasant three months stay, I embarked upon the return journey to Thebes, my home, with only my trusty stallion and a sturdy pack horse for company. About a day's ride from Thebes, I passed through the ancient forest where for many years I had hunted ch...

Do not imagine for an instant, gentle reader, that I am brave or even particularly resourceful. I took this task upon myself as much out of the need to satisfy the promptings of my headstrong nature as out of regard for the duties of love. Once I had fully acquainted him with the facts of my situation, Montuhotep readilly agreed to assist me. Quietly and discreetly, he gathered a group of experienced and dependable soldie...

“Fuck me, fuck me hard!” She had spoken in that commanding voice that I had come to know and love. With sadness in my heart, I obliged her, finally bringing the full force of my ample cock down upon her beautiful pussy. As always, she matched my every thrust with equal power until we moved together in perfect harmony; closer and closer to the golden pinnacle of pleasure. The lust in my eyes was well known to her but I car...

  When I awoke I was entwined in Teia's arms. The last things I remembered from the night before was Teia's gentle, sibilant voice and her large, luminous eyes. We had kissed again and again for what seemed like hours. She didn't speak much of our language but she did know the word for beautiful - “Nefer, nefer, nefer Anatha !” I was touched and honoured. She was still fast asleep so I gently drew my arm from beneath her...

  We made our way to the main room where the girls sat themselves with elegant ease, one at each side facing the stair. The centre of the room had been decorated with a profusion of gorgeous flowers including papyrus and lotus blooms, while several large earthenware jugs of wine stood ready along with a hoard of gold and silver goblets. Even by the standards of Malkata palace, this was impressive. Around the walls, Leah's...

  I was woken from my reverie by Tanit's gentle hand upon my shoulder. She led me downstairs to a room that served as her quarters. There were several girls there and some did not speak our language but I was welcomed by them and taken to a well appointed bathing chamber. At its centre there was a pool full of refreshingly cool water. I did not hesitate getting in as the journey from the palace had been a dusty one. Of co...

      Rahotep and I saw each other several times over the next two weeks; I was repeatedly impressed by his manliness, his intelligence, his charm, his quiet dignity and kindly nature. He is also a lusty, eager and unselfish lover. To say that I miss him when we are apart, would be indeed an understatement. One night on my bed, about two weeks after we had first met, he told me rather regretfully that, on the following da...

  Year 36, second month of the inundation, day three, under the majesty of; the king of Upper and Lower Egypt, Usermaatre-Sepetenre, the son of Re, Ramesses II, Beloved of Ptah. Preparations are well under way here at Malkata Palace for the court to celebrate, in three days time, the twentieth birthday of his majesty's beloved granddaughter, my niece, the princess Bint-Anath Meren Meretseger; divine adoratrice of Isis, pr...

Neaera's Epitaph An imaginary fragment from 'The Lives of Famous Whores' of Gaius Seutonius Tranquillus. Not in this soil but elsewhere, passer-by, The bones of lusty Neaera lie. Beloved of Venus, the kindler of desire, Her's was the gift, her's the sacred fire! Her beauty; the bane of every prude, Was dazzling; be she clothed or better, nude. Tell me fair muse or swiftly stay my hand, Was it rich Corinth or some other la...

In vain I search for words enough To praise what I have seen; Your monuments of line and tone Standing grandly in between A past resonant with glories And a future yours to form From the tempest of your passions; Your art's life giving storm. As locks of golden serpentine With warring muscles intertwine, Flesh-locked fires intensify The burning blueness of an eye, While fingers, eloquently met, Tell of bitter love and swe...

Out of the fields of night,A flower; fragrant, fair and newEmerges in the mystic lightTo blossom blonde on blue.Beneath her eyelids darkness dwells,A restless darkness, deeply warm.Whispering words of love it tellsOf passion's all consuming storm.The sun, above her now ascending,Caresses the land where she was born,With the breezes all attending,He grants her the colour of the corn.Eternal beauty beO daughter of the morni...

Upon the rippling desert sandsHow silently she stands,How solemn, how lonely, how sereneAs she has ever been.Daughter of the Sun’s distant youth,In beauty and in truth,What peer has she among the fair,But then, what does she care?At evening, as the Sun declines,In warm and supple linesOf pale vermillion hue;She is a goddess born anew.With all the subtleties of shadeAnd countless colours made,The light will always caress h...

If ancient bards had sung your praise,Would Trojan Helen be divine?Had Shakespeare put you in his plays,Would his fair Juliet so shine?If history had known your name,What queen, what empress would not pale,By you outshone in face and fame,What haughty beauty would not wail?What conqueror would hesitateTo give his empire for your heart?What mighty eastern potentate,Would fail to honour you in art?I am a common man and poor...

The Moon, who from the hilltop streamsOn each white face and throat her beams,The song-enchanted fellows sendTheir chords of gold Rippling beyond time’s end.- Robert Graves, Music at Night. It was a door.But a door like no other. Moments before, it had appeared miraculously at the sound of her voice and now Claudia continued to stand looking at it, mutely, as though awaiting further instructions or some further miracle. S...