Warm flesh Rapid pulse Unmoistened lips Nerves firing urging to touch. “Do you want this?” Questioned asked. Pupils dilated. Nipples pebbled. “Yes” Strong soft skin, silk to the touch A path created by the God’s to Follow Drawn closer. Whispered touch. Questionable girth “Claim it for tonight.” Soft hands squeezing tight Glistening promises escapes East to...

  My name is Yehya Ibn (son of) Sharif al-Hamadani and I was born in the city of Cairo the capital of the Fatimid Caliphate in Egypt. I had always been called John which is the Latin abbreviation of my...

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