I decided to have a past life regression today, trying to get to the bottom of the weird coincidences and relationships in my life. What I learned was very interesting indeed.
As I slipped into my trance I found myself in a huge room surrounded by beautiful women. Blinking, I tried to figure out where I was. Everything was beautifully painted with colorful flowers and the sun shone through stained glass windows up close to the high ceilings. Everywhere I looked there were beautiful, curvy, dark women. They wore poofy pants made of fine fabric and many of them were topless. I looked down and found myself in the same attire. “Oh my gosh,” I thought, “I am in a harem!”
Before I had a chance to develop any theories about that in my head, some music started playing. Into the center of the room stepped a woman with a scarf wrapped around her head. Her eyes shot through me as her ample hips began to undulate. As I felt the electricity in my clit, I was glad to know in a past life I was still attracted to women. Somehow I always pictured myself as a straight man in a previous life but that theory never seemed to prove itself.
Her dance started out slow and I watched her intently as she removed the scarf and moved it between her fingers as part of the dance. Her head uncovered, I could see her long dark hair as it flowed around her. Playfully, she snapped me with her scarf and I laughed out loud. Her undulations were irresistable. Too soon the sound of the music faded and her dance ended.
Unabashedly I approached her as she lounged near the other performers. She offered an inviting smile and I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over her voluptuous body. “I am one of the Sultan’s favorites,” I said as I confidently took a place next to her. It didn’t seem to suprise me that I was speaking in a tongue I couldn’t normally understand.
“Well, then you are very lucky indeed.”
“Yes, the Sultan is a kind and generous man. I only wish I had more time to spend with him.” I noticed one of our eunuch servants watching us carefully. “But I think he will call on me soon.”
The Dancer looked at me inquisitively. “I want to take you with me to see him,” I said.
“Oh, no,” she said, though hope played in the light behind her dark eyes. “I am a foreigner, he would not want me.”
“But you are so beautiful. I know if he met you, he would feel the same way I do.”
“See what you can do,” she said dubiously.
As expected, I was invited to join the Sultan in his chambers that evening. I spoke quickly and quietly to the eunuch who came to fetch me. “With all due respect to the Sultan, I would like to bring a friend with me this night.”
The eunuch looked at me strangely. “No one has ever requested that before. I am not sure how to respond.”
“I know you are…ill equipped…but still understand the desires of men. Don’t you think the Sultan would enjoy the both of us.”
“Well…I will bring you both to him but I cannot promise it will not mean all of our heads on a platter.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said coyly, “And besides, you get to watch.”
The eunuch sighed. He had been with us long enough to know it was nearly impossible to argue with the women around here. Smiling excitedly, I grabbed the Dancer’s hand and led her behind the eunuch to the Sultan’s chamber.
We found him lounging in his bed. Somehow in my dreamlike state I recognized the spirit behind his eyes. He regarded me with a smouldering glance. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you tonight.” I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was E in a former life. At least one of us had been right about being a man once upon a time. “Who is this with you?”
The eunuch rolled his eyes but I crawled up on the bed sensually, pushing my large breasts toward the Sultan. “I saw her dance today and she is so beautiful, I wanted to bring her to you as a gift.” The Dancer looked afraid, avoiding eye contact with the Sultan.
“I agree that she is a sight to behold, but allowing her into my bed would be quite a step up for a foreign entertainer, don’t you think?”
I just looked at him with pleading eyes. He touched my face gently and kissed my forehead. “You knew I couldn’t say no to you, didn’t you?” I avoided a reply but simply rubbed my breasts against his muscled chest and kissed his neck. He sighed as I pulled away from him and walked over to the Dancer.
“Relax,” I cooed, “See, he said it was okay.” I took her face in my hands and kissed her on the lips. At first she was stiff with fear but I quickly melted her resolve, gently placing my hands on her hips and rubbing my body against hers. She still seemed afraid to speak but everything in her eyes and her body screamed that she wanted me. I led her to the bed and layed her down next to the Sultan. “Let’s get her warmed up together, what do you say?”
“That sounds divine,” he murmured, his head already buried between her ample breasts. She seemed to be holding her breath but I knew that wouldn’t last long. I caressed her long muscular legs before I gently pushed her billowing skirts aside. I moaned in spite of myself at the sight of her pussy. Reaching my hand out I caressed the Sultan’s ass and he moaned too, still busy playing with the Dancer’s nipples, bringing them to delicious hardness. He had to please a lot of women and he took on that job with pride and gusto. Although he was still dressed I could see his cock pressing against his pants. I gave it a little approving squeeze before I focused my attention back on the dancer.
Touching her clit, I watched it rise to meet my attention. Thrilled, I kissed her thighs gently as I continued to arouse her pussy with my hand. Lifting my eyes to watch the Sultan adore her torso, I let my tongue find her clit. She moaned loudly and her enthusiasm only served to ignite my passion. I loved feeling her warm pink pussy open to me under the thick mat of black hair that curled between her legs. She tasted strange and foreign, like a spicy musk from a different land. Devouring her sex with my mouth, I savored the feeling of her thrashing beneath me and my beloved Sultan.
The Sultan had stripped his clothes off and I could see his magestic cock leaking with pre-cum as he looked from me to the Dancer. I thought my pussy might explode without ever having been touched, it was amazing, a dream come true, to mutually enjoy this beautiful woman. The Dancer cried out again and I felt her come beneath me, thrashing wildly and gracefully like her dance had suggested.
“Ah, yes,” the Sultan moaned, “You were right about this one, she is exquisite.”
“Thank you, sir,” I replied, “What would you like to do next?”
“I think I will make her mine now.”
“I should like to see that,” I murmured, moving out of the way so that the Sultan could take her. Meanwhile I positioned myself over the Dancer’s face. Her mouth moved eagerly to my already soaking wet pussy. I had the perfect vantage point to watch my Sultan’s cock plunge into her hungry pussy. It was only a few moments until I came myself, watching his cock move in and out while feeling her tongue lapping at my clit. The Sultan looked into my eyes as my orgasm rocked my body and for a moment I thought he might actually love me. I took his face in my hands as we fucked the beautiful Dancer together. I knew that from now on my position as his favorite was secure. I hoped that we could bring women into the bedroom from now on…a nice way to please the many women he had in his harem.
His eyes burned with helpless passion. I knew he wanted to go on for hours but he couldn’t hold out much longer. The Dancer slit a few fingers inside me and squealed against my pussy. She was going to come again, the Sultan’s thrusts were deep and skillful. As her body tensed it was as if the energy from her building orgasm ran through all three of them. I cried out myself and felt the unstoppable flow of ecstacy run through me. The three of us came together, a mess or writhing flesh and juice.
The Sultan rolled off of the dancer and looked at me. “I’m sorry my dear, I wanted to save enough energy for you both.”
“That was wonderful, my King. And maybe if the Dancer and I play a little while longer you will find the strength to go again?”
“Be my guest,” he said with a tired smile. I turned to the Dancer who still lay on the bed, panting. She reached for me and we kissed, my juices still fresh on her face.
Ok, once again, I’m fascinated by some of the crazy things that people search for…someone got to our site by searching “erotic fishing picture”. I duplicated the search in Google Images, just cause I was curious as all hell to find out if erotic fishing pictures really existed. Turns out the European branch of the Zebco fishing reel company does an erotic fishing calendar each year. Here’s part of what they had to say about their calendar: “The calendar is in no way crude, sexist or degrading to women, but merely something to enthuse all anglers with a taste for the erotic. And the curvy females are not the only attraction. There are also some
“Silver, do you need to talk about why you have trouble masturbating at home?”
So, Silver, did I look like Yul Brenner in my past life? I always fancied that I would have made a good Yul Brenner.
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