Excerpt from The Sins of Zahrah
Rosalind Scarlett
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s Gisela and Shinaa were at last winding down, I licked my lips, savouring the taste of the female essences upon them, and rose to my feet. They remained laying sprawled out upon the floor nude, still immersed in their haze of post-climactic bliss. I picked up my garment and smoothed out my long ebony hair and strode off through the grounds. Though after all that had just occurred I should be well satisfied, still I was not. My insides ached, making the void within me feel ever so pronounced. It seemed every time my needs were satisfied by women, a new and more pressing need always took residence within me in its place. And that need was growing ever more nagging with every sexual encounter I enjoyed. And much as I tried, to my vexation, not even the hardest and deepest thrusting of fingers could satisfy it. It was as though it was unreachable. Though I knew that was not at all true. It just required a particular piece of equipment to reach it. The very same which I coveted for my own use on others. A Cock. A substantial Cock. The idea had begun to be more and more resistant to pushing out of my mind. In fact, I found I was beginning to fantasize about it willingly in my times alone, at night in my bed when I pleasured myself. Many nights I would awake in the midst of my pussy convulsing after dreaming of a man overtaking me, fucking me with his enormous cock, his glistening dark skin over taut muscles in sharp contrast to the smoothness of my soft female curves. It never failed to surprise me. And it never failed to cause me to erupt into explosive orgasm, these dreams of me being pounded by a cock. In the dreams I could always feel that sensation of being so deliciously filled up, so ultimately gratified, and yet in my waking hours, hard as I tried, nothing I tried could ever replicate the exquisite sensation. I found myself not only fantasizing about it, but even debating it, considering whether I would actually allow a man into my body— for solely my own pleasure, of course— after I had gone my entire life swearing I would never submit to a man, would never give one the © 2013 Rosalind Scarlett
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satisfaction of pleasuring themselves with my body, of using me for their own fleeting satisfaction. However, would it not be different if I was the one to overtake a man, rather than him overtaking me? If I forced him to copulate with me, demanding that he give me his body, that he do everything in his physical power to pleasure me. I would not be the weak one then. No, rather, I would be the one with the power, the one demanding to have her desires satisfied when I say, how I say. And he could only cum if I give him permission. And never inside of me! I will never lower myself to being subjected to that, to the swelling of my belly to bear children and make my body a wasteland of ruins. If he were to cum without my command, he would be punished thoroughly. Yes. That would be almost as good as being the one to possess the cock. This, I may actually consider. But to do so, I must find the perfect candidate. He must be young and strong, no weaklings will do.
And handsome, exceedingly handsome.
And most
importantly, he must be well-endowed and know how to utilize his tool properly. And his tongue. Strong with his cock, yet gentle with his tongue. However, I do not know whether it is possible for a man to be both of those things. Most I know of are purely rough and brash. And the ones who are appear soft are weaklings who I know would not know how to properly pleasure a woman if their lives depended upon it. I would certainly never allow one of those pathetic excuses for a male near me, and most definitely not inside of me! Hmm, perhaps what I need is a man and a woman pleasuring me simultaneously, each offering to me their distinct and beautiful differences. That would be the best of both worlds! But could I ever hope to achieve such a thing? The women in the harem are all set on saving themselves for their ultimate marriage, vowing never to be with another man in any way, lest they be deemed tainted and unwed able. And I have heard hearsay that such a woman would be put to an immediate death without so much as an opportunity for any explanation or defense of herself. Therefore, what woman would ever risk it, save for the Sultan’s wives who quite frequently must have sex with the Sultan and other women at the © 2013 Rosalind Scarlett
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same time. But that is all for his pleasure, not theirs, and they do not have a choice in the matter. How degrading! And that precisely, is exactly what I do not wish for myself, and refuse to ever be party to. Not that I yet know how I shall escape that customary prescribed fate. But I have vowed to find a way. And whatever it is, absolutely nothing could be worse than being powerless for the remainder of my life, bearing one child upon another until my once stunning body is nothing but a sagging and wrinkled lump of flesh! Who would want to have sex with me then? I certainly would not! Late the next afternoon, just as twilight had begun to cast its lavender tones over the sky, I was lounging near the pool, running my fingers through the cool water, feeling restless. Several of the women had approached me and offered themselves to me, but I just was not interested in that right now. I knew that after they pleasured me, I would still only be left with aching void, and feeling more frustrated than before. I sighed long, wishing for a change. I had grown bored with the way things were. I wanted more. Of what exactly, I did not quite know. I just knew I wanted so much more than this mundane daily life, everything the same day after day. Sure, I have everything provided for me and life in the palace is luxurious and carefree. But deep down I know I am not truly free. We are forced to abide by their customs and in all reality are powerless creatures, just waiting to be sold off to another all-powerful Sultan collecting females for his harem, leaving this place to go to that place and live an identical existence. I just know there is so much more waiting out there for me, beyond the confines of these beautiful walls. I only need to find a way out to discover the realm of possibilities. And I shall… soon. I must find a way. My attention shifted when a guard striding the perimeter of the grounds caught my eye. I began to graze over him with my eyes, my pulsating loins giving their approval before my mind even had the moment to properly assess him. However, it did not take long to catch up with my eager body. He was one of the newer guards to the palace, rather young— © 2013 Rosalind Scarlett
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twenty perhaps— tall and confident with smooth, dark hair to his shoulders. My breasts began to ache as my eyes scanned over his chiseled form. His bronzed skin was tightly wrapped over muscles which appeared as though they had been sculpted from marble. Could anyone truly be so perfectly built? The water in which my fingertips were immersed sent a sensation of warmth through me which travelled straight to my breasts and groin as though they were being caressed by a strong, warm hand. My eyes fell closed and I sighed deeply at the thought of it, my hand slowly sliding down my body to nestle in the spot between my thighs. Already my body was eager to have him pleasure it. But what of his manhood? The very fortunate man whom I allow into my body must be no less than the exemplary specimen for the species. No matter how delectable the rest of him is, if his cock is not sufficient, then I shall not sacrifice myself for it. He had better be able to bestow me with pleasure as I have never known before for it to be worth forfeiting my principles. I studied him as he strode the perimeter of the grounds. Mmm. Yes. He moved as a man. A man who was well assured of his manhood without the obvious need to prove anything. Yes, he would likely be a superb lover. He looks like he knows himself and is one who enjoys the pleasure of the beautiful woman upon whom he has chosen to bestow his attentions more than his own. Her pleasure is his pleasure. My pleasure shall be his pleasure. My mind did not hesitate envisioning the multitude of ways in which he would show me pleasure. The hollow of my sex was beginning to ache more excruciatingly than I had ever felt before, as though it knew only too well of my shift in decision on this matter and demanded gratification straightaway. I watched him for some time, fantasizing of the things he would do to me, my insides heating, growing ever more moist with each passing moment, my fingers attempting to soothe the growing ache there, yet only succeeding in exasperating it. I could not tear my
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lustful eyes from him, from his body. They devoured him, memorizing his every move, the way his well-formed muscles moved effortlessly beneath his glowing skin. And then my eye caught sight of something else. Between where I reclined and he marched, Mahnoor, one of my harem sisters was watching him also. Her eyes held the identical look of lust in them which did mine, the same desire, the very same knowledge that said “I will have him.” I snickered to myself. Pitiful girl, I thought. You have nothing against the likes of
Zahrah. Once he notices me, his eyes will never want for another woman again. He will be ruined for any other. Then I glimpsed something which disturbed me. No. Rather, it enraged me. How dare
she covet what is mine! The guard glanced over her way, his face softening, his eyes darkening, the corner of his mouth turning up into a sly smile. She returned the smile most enthusiastically, nearly cooing. It was as though they shared a secret.
Did they desire one another? Had they known one another? Would this affect my chance with him? No, it was impossible! He would never be able to resist me, no matter what bond he may have to any other. While I was immersed in my deliberations, I noticed Mahnoor rise from her lounging and saunter seductively towards where he stood guard. To my dismay, he watched her every step, the desire in his eyes plainly evident. She breezed past him and exited the area. His head turned slightly as she went by, following her, a small smile playing upon his lips.
How could he possibly notice her? She is pretty, I suppose, in a plain sort of way. But she holds nothing to me! and he has not even looked my way once! What interest could he possibly have for her? He remained standing there for a long moment before continuing his walking. He completed two laps around the area and then discreetly exited through the same doorway she had a few minutes earlier.
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He could not be following after her, could he? I waited several minutes, believing he would surely return, having only gone for a drink of water. But, return he did not. And neither did Mahnoor. Finally, after realising that neither one of them seemed to be returning, I could not stand it anymore. I arose and waltzed out of the garden terrace, feeling betrayed. I went all through the immaculate palace, keeping my eyes peeled, but did not see either of them anywhere. Then, I allowed the thought which I had banished from my mind to crawl back in. If they were off together doing something forbidden, they would not be discovered out in the open areas of the palace. I started to search all the hidden areas I had ever known, growing increasingly more desperate and angry when everyone of them turned up nothing. Then, I left the palace and went to the palace stables. There were no stable boys about this time of the day. They were all back at the palace enjoying their midday meal and a short respite. I breezed in and stopped in the centre of the aisle, taking a moment to listen. The soft nickering of several of the beautiful Arabian horses greeted me. “Shh,” I whispered to them. “Where are they?” I remained standing there another few moments in silence. Then I heard it. The distinct sounds of carnality. The low groaning of a man being pleasured. I started down the long breezeway, the sounds becoming increasingly heavier in my ears so that I knew I was getting nearer and nearer to them. The sound of it was stimulating my desire, even as it was infuriating me. When the noises were echoing in my ears, almost as if they were my own, I turned my head. There in an empty stall, was the handsome guard who I had vowed to have, standing proud and nude, my sister down upon her knees servicing him. He is looking down at her, his hands busy groping her small breasts beneath the peach coloured silk draping across her chest.
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My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of them. Never before had I seen a male and female engaged in sex play. It was much more fascinating than I had thought it would be. She with her mouth greedily devouring his manhood; he with his face contorted in pleasure, one hand entangled in her hair, the other kneading her nipple. With the pulsating of my groin urging me on, I decided to make my presence known. I took a step forward and his eyes turned up, spotting me at once, flaring in panic. I quickly put my finger to my lips to tell him to stay quiet, my eyes communicating to him that it was not my intention to turn them over.
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