Skirts

Skirts

Akbar Del Piombo

Language: English

Pages: 101

ISBN: B00MIHI5UA

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Skirts

Akbar Del Piombo

Language: English

Pages: 101

ISBN: B00MIHI5UA

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Eerily prescient tale that seems straight out of those Levitra ad disclaimers. Edward Champdick has a problem; one that keeps growing. He consults with doctors, tries any number of women to get the thing down, ends up in a Turkish Harem at the mercy of a Sultana. Title was originally published in 1956 as number 27 of the Traveller's Companion Series.

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get that cock into her pussy. Temperaments rose rapidly, eyes shone, faces grew pale then red, and a nervous fidgeting communicated itself like lightning bolting from pole to pole. Even the servant girl fell prey to the mass-stimulation. A movement was pressing forward around me, like a gathering storm, risking at any moment to break out in uncontrolled fury. Each was responding to her emotions according to her nature. Some were giggling like silly ninnies, others gave vent to short bursts of

handkerchief began running her hands down her hips, onto her buttocks. Then a blonde nearby twitched her nose, and started to scratch in her crotch. Like contagion, several of the others imitated her, all of them unconscious of their shocking behavior. Soon that particular group was busy scratching and rubbing themselves. It was enough to split your sides, just watching them, mouths jabbering away and hands busy at their groins. Naturally, by this time I grasped the meaning of what I saw.

Then we passed through a residential quarter with modern apartment houses and avenues lined with tall dark cypress trees. A slum announced the end of the urban area and the car turned on to a country road running parallel with the bay. Below, the lights of the city flickered spasmodically through the trees, and across the harbor the lights of another continent gleamed back at us. The car stopped under the branches of the tallest trees I had ever seen. My companion descended and waited for me to

je me cache.” “Pourquoi ici?” “Je n'ai pas le choix. La Sultane me poursuit.” She answered, saying that if I was found in her room the Sultan would have her burned. I promised to make my stay as brief as possible. She grew calmer after my reassurance and offered me a smoke. “I generally smoke cigarettes,” I said as she prepared the nargileh, “but I don't mind a pipe now and then.” I told her I was looking for Bashi. “She is downstairs,” she answered. “Oh?” “It's her turn in the sack,” she

so fast. “She's a pick-up,” Halivah confided in me. “I didn't know she was connected with your friends.” “You better explain it to Chaim,” I said. “And what about the car? You picked up a lot of things last night.” “It is such a beautiful car, I couldn't resist... I'll make it up to your friend.” “Edward my dear, who is this charming sheik? Aren't you going to introduce us?” Halivah swung his turban to the ground in salutation. His suave oriental manners won him over immediately in the

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