Alisa was exhausted by the time we returned to the hotel. She excused herself immediately and fell right asleep. I assumed she was still a little bit worn out from being homeless, and wondered whether it had been a good idea to take her out so soon. I left her alone and retired to my
The Pretty Men of the Harem Pt. 01
1.The air hung heavy, a stagnant soup of sweat and desperation. Heat pressed down like a physical weight, but the oppressive atmosphere wasn’t the worst part. It was the grease. Cheap oil, coating his skin from a dozen previous performances, clung stubbornly despite meager attempts at washing with a chipped basin of lukewarm water. But
World’s Biggest Harem Ch. 07
Alisa was completely taken aback when I showed her to her room.”Wow.” She said. “Wow.”She sat at the desk and began scribbling in her journal. She stood up, walked around the bed, flopped on it, rolled over, curled up, then stretched, then sat up again, and then smiled.”I love it.” She breathed. She got to
World’s Biggest Harem Ch. 05
That evening with Scarlet was a surprisingly fun pleasant evening. We prepared dinner together and sat up for about an hour talking. Now that Scarlet had opened to me, just a little bit, I found her company to be just as pleasant as I had originally thought. She was a sweet, pleasant girl and we
World’s Biggest Harem Ch. 02
I had dinner with Crystal that night. She came over looking her absolute best, and we spent the evening watching old black and white movies. She wasn’t the sort of person to have a lot of knowledge of such things, but she confessed to me after a couple of viewings that she really enjoyed them.We
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***All characters are 18 years of age or older. Also a big thanks to kenjisato for his help in editing this story***When the sun rises on the next day, Joseph wakes up to find that the bed is empty; while wiping the sleep from his eyes, he hears the shower stop, and the bathroom door
Indian Harem Ch. 07
“I have some news for everyone!” my Dad announced as he finished his glass of whiskey and poured himself another. He didn’t drink as much earlier, but since Mom passed away six months ago, he has been depressed.”What is it, Dad?” Kishore asked as he leaned forward, trying to figure out what was happening. Kishore