Vintage Erotica Classic Erotica Novels A Night in a Moorish Harem 
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The one complaint this book gets is that there isn't more of it. One man. Nine exotic women. One night. Lord George Herbert proves that the journey truly is the adventure in this erotic tale. Each women describes her life before she entered the harem, let's give you a small sample of "Arabian Lady's Story." El Jelis was condemned to die by the jealous wife of the Emir, but she's rescued at the last moment by Hassan -
“We must fly before morning,” he said, “if we would be safe. I will be the happiest man in the world if you will suffer me to take you to my desert home.” So much kindness after so much cruelty completely won my heart; he read my assent in my eyes and, kissing me tenderly, went to make his preparations to go. We were soon both mounted on a single horse and far away from Muscat. We had been an hour on the road and were still borne along at the same unflagging gallop. Hassan held me in front of him like a baby in his arms, often kissing me; his kisses constantly grew more ardent and then I felt his stiff shaft pressing against my person. He suggested that I ride astride for a while and rest myself by a change of positions. I obeyed his suggestion, turned with my face towards him, and put my arms around his neck, while my thighs were spread wide open over his own. He let the bridle drop over the horse’s neck, whose headlong pace subsided into a gentle canter, which was like the rocking of a cradle. Hassan put his arm around my loins and lifted me a little; his other hand was busy clearing away the petticoats; then I felt the crest of his naked shaft knocking for entrance between my naked thighs. I was willing to yield to Hassan anything that he wished, but no sooner had the lips of my sheath been penetrated than I involuntarily clung more tightly around his neck, and, sustaining myself that way, prevented him from entering further. I found the sensation entirely different, however, from that which I had experienced when the fingers of the Emir had explored the same entrance; Hassan’s organ seemed adapted to the place and excited a feeling of pleasure. I offered my mouth to Hassan and returned his passionate kisses with an ardor equally warm; a desire to secure more of the delightful intruder overcame my dread of the intrusion; I loosened my hand on Hassan’s neck, my weight drove his shaft so completely home, not withstanding the tightness of the fit, that his crest rested on my womb. It felt so unexpectedly good as it went in that I gave a murmur of delight. The motion of the horse kept partially withdrawing and completely sending in his member, again and again at every canter. The first thrust good as it was, being entirely eclipsed by each succeeding one. I could have murmured still louder with delight, but kept quiet for very shame. What would Hassan think of a girl so wanton? But he was in no condition to think, he was fiercely squeezing and kissing me, while at every undulating movement of the cantering horse he seemed to penetrate me farther, and my womb was deeply stirred. The pleasure was too exquisite to be long endured. It culminated in a melting thrill, and my moisture mingled with the sperm that gushed from Hassan’s crest. He reeled in the saddle, but recovered himself, as the cantering motion drove his shaft less deeply in, as it became more limber.
Read how Lord George, the handsomest man in England, meets nine lovely, licentious women gathered from around the globe for Pasha Abdullah's pleasure. Listen to their erotic stories of desire. Learn how they all wound up together for ... A Night in a Moorish Harem!
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