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The General’s Treasure

Author(s): Ana Star

Salima is a dancer for the sultan and his guests. She spends her days in a cage with the other dancers having servants paint her skin gold and glue sapphire gems in her hair, the sultan’s favorite stone. All dancers are destined to be courtesan when they reach eighteen.

Salima, however, has a different plan. She dreams of spending the rest of her life with the general, the man she’s always loved. On her eighteenth birthday, Salima is allowed to spend a few days with the general at his private home. She is determined to seduce him even if it means defying the sultan’s law; she must remain pure until her special night with the sultan.

Will Salima find a way to escape her fate and live with the man she loves?

“What are you doing? Go back to your room now,” the general ordered.

I refused to obey. Instead I began washing his calves, going in a slow upward motion. I splashed him and continued my movement. His sex arose suddenly. The general must’ve been embarrassed because he stopped me with one hand and covered himself with the other.

“Salima, I can’t. You must be kept pure for the sultan. Please do as I say,” he pleaded. His tone had changed; it was soft and imploring.

“There are many things I can do without jeopardizing my purity. All I am doing is washing you. Perhaps you desire a different kind of washing?” I teased with a twinkle in my eye. I could not believe what I was doing. I was bold, domineering and hungry for love. To touch and be touched, to feel and be felt is what I desired most at this moment. Everything appeared clear in my mind. I knew what I wanted and I would get it.

My body burned with passion as I realized I was naked in front of him. There was enough space for me to kneel down into the basin. I kissed his thighs with my lips. His wet hairs stuck to the skin feeling almost nonexistent as I licked upward. I gave long licks on each leg. My hands scratched his hips down to his outside thighs. He grunted. His hand petted the top of my head.

“Salima, you don’t have to do this,” he said.

My hand massaged around his groin, slowly moving toward his erect cock.

“May I wash you, master?” I said as I fetched the cloth from his hand.

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Genre: Erotic
Date Published: 02/19/2010

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