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In The Gym #masturbationmonday

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"Great sex is equivalent to a vigorous workout."

Young

A Harem Boy's Saga - I - INITIATION;

a memoir by Young

Excerpt:

I was delighted and relieved to be with Nikee again after being away from each other for seven weeks. Nikee said the school would have the results of the scholarship by the end of the week. He insisted we both get back to the gym for our workout sessions since we hadn���t done any exercises over our summer holidays. Regular classes had not commenced, therefore the gym room would be relatively quiet. Only a handful of juniors and their big-brothers (BBs) were on campus.

On the second day of my return, Nikee and I went over to Kipling Society's gym for a workout. When we were in the locker room changing into our shorts and tank tops, a couple of the BBs suggested we work out naked. The gym wasn't air-conditioned. Ceiling fans were the only means of a cooling device. There would be nobody to disturb us, and it would be cooler. Working out in the buff was a welcome suggestion. Besides, we could better admire our muscles, flexing in front of full-length mirrors. Several inhibited juniors wanted to wear their shorts, which they did.

During our workouts, the BBs alternated in spotting the juniors when we did bench presses or other free weight exercises. When I laid down on the bench to work on my bench press, BB Colin was spotting me. While I was doing my presses, Colin stood naked above me. Colin's cock began growing. He smiled, making no excuses and continued spotting me as I was heaved and pushed on the heavy bar.

By the end of my set, Colin's organ has grown fully erect, and was throbbing against his washboard stomach. He grinned, looking at me again. My heart was pounding from the excitement of watching Colin's erection. When I glanced sideways to see the students��� reactions I saw a couple of our BBs already kissing the naked juniors whom they were assisting.

The three juniors who were clothed retreated to a corner. Although their excitement showed beneath their shorts, they did not seem comfortable with what they were witnessing. Before long, one of the BBs who brought them asked if they wanted to leave. They left the gym with their senior. The five naked juniors and four nude ���big brothers��� continued to work-out. The sexual tension intensified with each passing moment.

Andy and another BB, Aaron, were assisting Tom and Eric, both juniors, with their push-ups. Both the BB's were rock hard from watching the juniors. Aaron had moved behind Tom, in a kneeling position. Before I knew it, we were an entanglement of limbs and torsos, on the floor mattresses and leaning over weight racks. Everyone in the room was engaged, in the throes of passion, exchanging partners when the need and urge arose. Our savoir faire orgy lasted a couple of hours before we were spent, from too much fun.

The juniors and seniors who stayed in the gym that day were obviously uninhibited. I found out later not all present were 'gay.��� Two out of the four BB's were bisexuals; Nikee and Colin had girlfriends outside of school. The other two, Andy and Aaron, were gay. As for the juniors, Tom, Sach, and Blake liked boys and girls, while Eric and I were one hundred percent into men.

Something unusual happened which I hadn't anticipated during our fun and games at the exercise room. I saw Andy casually when we passed each other on campus after our three way rendezvous. We were always friendly and polite, giving each other hugs and exchanging regular student conversations. We never had any inappropriate conduct in front of other people. I always considered our forest liaison to be a casual encounter, nothing serious.

He never failed to wink and smile at me during our passing encounters, but I brushed it off as Andy being Andy, the nice and friendly ���big brother���. Since Nikee was constantly at my side, I never had a thought that Andy might like me any more than any other junior at the school.      

During our entanglement of limbs and body parts in the heated workout session I sensed Andy���s closeness to me. I could feel him watching my every move, even when he was actively engaged with other boys. He would glance over to see who I was playing with, as if he wanted me solely for his own enjoyment.

It seemed odd to me that I only noticed this aspect of Andy six months after our forest rendezvous. Maybe I was too in love with Nikee to acknowledge Andy's secret desire, or perhaps I was completely oblivious to the ways of love. Had Andy kept his secret so well hidden? Since I was under Nikee's care, maybe it was one of those unspoken ���big brothers��� rules that BB���s had to keep their hands off of others��� juniors. The answer was unclear to me. But one thing I was beginning to realize was that Andy wanted more from me. He made that clear the afternoon of our entangled gym session.

Personally, I was sure that as much as Nikee cared for me and loved me, it was his ���big brothers' ���job��� to do so. That was the reason he kept reminding me not to fall in love with him. He could never return the kind of love I had for him.

Secondly, Nikee was assigned to me as my ���Art of Love Making��� trainer, whereas Andy, I eventually came to understand, desired me, not just as a sex buddy, but as something deeper. Andy wanted a love relationship with me.

Nikee and Andy differed in many aspects. Nikee knew he was a very handsome, charismatic, and spontaneous man. With a snap of his fingers, he could make any boy or girl fall in love with him. He was an extrovert who loved to show off his prowess, and to preen. He was a peacock who enjoyed being admired and desired.

He was very versatile, sexually. He could go from being active to being passive, as a sex partner. Nikee was considerate, honest, kind, loving and passionate. Those who only knew him superficially might sometimes incorrectly assume he was an entitled, well-educated spoiled brat.

Andy kept many things to himself. His timing was impeccable; he always waited for the right moment before revealing his thoughts or taking action. He was a deep thinker who considered his options carefully, like a chess player before making a move. Although Andy came from a wealthy and powerful family, he didn't flaunt his status like many nouveau riche boys did.

Unlike Nikee, who could at times be flighty, Andy was completely reliable, and a man of honor. If he gave one his word, he kept it. In many ways, his character was similar to Uncle James���. Andy was one hundred percent 'top,��� the active partner, when it came to sex. He was also one hundred percent gay. He loved deeply, truly and totally when the right person came into his life. He was sublime, subtle -- a gentle and kind gentleman, always.

In more ways than one, the gym day was a turning point in my young love life. I was curious to know Andy better, rather than just being casually acquainted. I did not reveal any of my thoughts about Andy to Nikee.

 From the back cover 

This provocative story is about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.

It is also a love story between the young man and his ���Valet��� who served as his chaperone and mentor during the boy���s Harem service.

Author���s note:

I had a privileged and unique upbringing in Malaysia, where I was known as a "sissy boy." Following in my brothers' footsteps, I was sent to an exclusive boarding school in England. It is there that I was inducted into a clandestine organization, E.R.O.S. The Enlightened Royal Oracle Society. For four years, unbeknownst to my family, I was willingly and happily part of a Harem.

My story has been kept under wraps for close to 45 years. The correct moment has arrived for me to make known my unique education.

A Harem Boy's Saga - Book I - INITIATION; a memoir by Young

Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 14 months running.

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Website: www.aharemboysaga.com

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What a reviewer said...

5 stars: OMG, OMG, OMG - I can't believe this is a real story!

By Wendy Acosta

Format: Kindle Edition

Never have I read a story that has me exclaiming "OMG, OMG, OMG" every few chapters. This autobiographical story shares the intensely personal journey of a young boy as he comes of age in the midst of a male harem in the middle east. He experiences all the things that forbidden and taboo...you know those "unmentionable elephants in the room" that we are warned about from an early age. I had to read this real life adventure to find out how messed up and damaged he must be. Imagine my surprise to meet an emotionally healthy young man who successfully grabs all life has to offer and does it with an innocence that is simply beautiful.

Don't read this book if you aren't ready for your ingrained beliefs and values to be challenged. Don't read this book if you are not ready to delve into a side of our global society that is well hidden from most. Don't read this book unless you too are ready to step into a new adventure. Initiation will change how you view the world.

Well done Young.

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Tie Me #ScintillatingSunday

"Tie me up,

Tie me down,

Tie me front,

Tie me back,

Tie me left,

Tie me right,

Bind my eyes,

Gag my mouth,

Now,

I'm f***ing yours to keep."

Bernard Tristan Foong

Song Lyrics (copyrighted)

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 Tie Me

is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young

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 Excerpt:

After an enticing erotic performance in the grand ballroom, the White Knight, the Twins, and I proceeded upstairs to the musician's footsteps. Several mask guards greeted guests at the top of the stairs, before guiding us to an adjoining room to change out of our costumes, which were carefully stored away. A cloakroom assistant directed us to a changing area, where we disrobed. Naked as a jay-bird, each partier was given a number, written in black marker on our ankles as identification for our eventual clothing collection. Two options were provided to the upstairs revelers: either to wear our mask at all times or be blind-folded securely before exploration of the premises was permitted.

Andy and Devaj opted to don their masks while Oscar���s and my eyes were bound tightly by two pieces of black kerchiefs. Under no circumstances were we to peek behind our blindfolds, unless we decided to exchange the kerchiefs for our masks. No one was permitted to know the true identity of the participants as we explored the mysteries of each polygamous chamber. My lover the White Knight led me towards a chamber nearest the closet room while Devaj guided Oscar to a bedroom along the long corridor.  

Fearlessly trusting my protector as "my eyes," knowing that no harm would befall me, my face completely covered except for the breathing holes, I was at once afflicted with a sense of unheralded expectations. Not knowing what would transpire next, I trustingly surrendered to my guide as we proceeded in search of the unknown. A heightened sense of mystery played pervasively across my active imagination while erotic scenes of hedonistic seduction loomed large. Sounds of live flute music joined with soft groaning and moaning noises emanated rapaciously around me. I longed to sneak a peek out of the darkness, but my trusting obedience prevented me from doing so. Several longing hands caressed my youthful body as my Valet led me to an empty seat on top of a large mattress. Afraid to let go of "my eyes," I held firmly to my White Knight. His closeness assured my safety as he stood above, straddling my face. An overwhelming sense of peace washed over my being as he gently rubbed his growing manhood against my eye fabric. Reaching behind to grab his firm buttocks I felt the tautness as his bulbous length beat playfully against my tantalizing mouth.

Contrary to my expectation, an unknown pair of hands spread my legs apart before sensual tongues lapped and licked at my organ and cod. Before long, esurient mouths were delightfully feeding on my straining erection. These ravenous sensations steered my tilting hips towards their devouring mouths, while I enjoyed my lover's delicacy pumping hungrily into my throat. Relinquishing my being to this virtuous moment of sweet serenity, my fingers explored the depths of my guardian's crack while savoring his passionate kisses as his loving tongue slid effortlessly into my accepting oral orifice. Wetting a couple of my fingers, I pushed into my lover's carnal opening as he stood pressed against my face. His bobbing cock grew with each probing insertion. A mouth next to mine replaced my suckling motion while another pried open my unquerulous lips, demanding undivided attention for his amorous kisses. Losing control to this unseen inebriant sensuality, I fed my saccharine love to the relishing oral orifices that were voraciously devouring the ejaculating nectar from my fountain of youth. Drops that landed on my naked belly were eagerly consumed and shared in passionate French kisses by those lying beside me.

Turning my mouth towards the White Knight, he shot into my receiving orifice, pushing my head against his engorged berth as jets of intoxicating liquid streamed into my willing throat. His rustic masculinity penetrated every fiber of my soul. I was at once impishly revitalized by this onslaught of tasty bucolic nourishment until Andy guided us to a different chamber for further sexual consolations. This time I saw from behind my carnival mask.

 

From the Back Cover:

Unbridled is the sequel to Initiation - A provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.

It is also a love story between the young man, his ���Big Brother��� and his ���Valet��� who served as his chaperones and mentors during the boy���s Harem services.

This book follows the teenagers��� erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their 2nd Arab Household Harem, the Sekham. They were apprentices and models, for the household patriarch���s controversial photography project, ���Sacred Sex in Sacred Places���.

The author's experiences present facts that are truthful. Through these truths, which are often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnations and negativity which relate to his experiences.

There are 7 volumes in A Harem Boy���s Saga series.

A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young

Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 15 months running.

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"Unbridled: A Harem Boy's Saga" Review
 
By Kindle Customer on January 1, 2015
 
Format: Kindle Edition
 

My reading of the first book in A Harem Boy's Saga made me anticipate the second one eagerly, though I was unfortunately not able to read it as quickly as I wanted. It was definitely worth the wait, however. In the first book, we were introduced to the young man, the author himself, who described his life and experiences before being sent to a certain academy for young men.

In the second book, Unbridled, the writing was much stronger than in the first book but didn't detract from the wonderful descriptive writing I had enjoyed in the first story. But where in the first story the boy Young grew up and learned about himself, in the second story he learned about love as much as he learned to explore his own feelings. Since I am a sucker for a good love story, this element hit the perfect note with me as a reader.

Another aspect of this story I enjoyed was the elements of fashion, one of Young's passions, which he hinted at in the first book. In this book, however, he alternates the narrative of the past with the present day. I liked this literary device and it worked well with the story.

What I truly admire about this author is how he embraces who he is and revels in his experiences. I wish that more LGTB people were able to unflinchingly reveal themselves and be happy in their own skin. I understand our society has a long way to go before this is a real possibility, but it is authors such as Young who help pave the way for equality.

I'm interested in following the rest of Young's story. I would like to find out where Young went next. Overall, this is a well written love story with some excellent descriptive writing that brings exotic locations, larger than life characters, and the world of fashion to life.
 
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An interview with Author Muffy Wilson

Author:  Muffy Wilson

Your latest/current work: Cheerleaders In Heat

Publisher:  Q~Press Publishing, Yellow Silk Dreams

Young: Tell us about your Latest Book/Book about to be released? Release Date? And can you give us a teaser?

Muffy Wilson (M.W.): This book is a collaboration between a bestselling mystery/thriller writer friend of mine who had a brainstorm about this book and asked me to help her. She want to step into the world of erotica and get a thrill of a different kind. She named her alter-ego Chrissy Laurence and off we tripped. It sounded like fun and it was! It was a dramatic departure for me in writing style, I tend to the more poetic and romantic, so I was really able to cut loose on this one!It was published in September and we wanted to work with My Family���s Heart to end the year with a huge splash for the book!

NOTE: Although this novel is lighthearted, campy and full of laughter with an occasional tear and lots of sex, there is a chapter that deals with rage, drugs, rape and is extremely violent. This chapter is no way meant to glorify aberrant non-consensual sex and/or drugs and violence in any way. It is a pivotal chapter and it lives at that point to give Cherie a reason to move forward, rather than continue to be sucked further into the abyss which she is quickly sliding. The surprise ending (don't peek ahead) explains it all.  ENJOY! 

WARNING:

ELECTRIFYING ORGASMS!!!

NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART

Miami Rattlers Cheerleader Cherie Redd is exquisitely beautiful, athletic, and very, very lonely. Romance: a puzzling phenomenon she figured had something to do with guys' fear of rejection or lack of self-confidence because they just didn't have what it takes to win someone like Cherie. 

Titillatingly sexy and breathtakingly beautiful, Cherie and her other cheerleading friends often spent their lonely Saturday nights lamenting their beauty and available just for the asking. The prettiest single women around: lonely, loveless and forlorn.

Frustrated by too many quiet nights at home or with other cheerleaders, Cherie was oh-so-eager for romance and a man to seduce her lavishly. She wanted to feel what a real orgasm in the arms of an adoring man was like once again. So, she tucked her vibrator away and took to the Internet. Cherie had no clue how rapidly the seduction would begin or where her life would careen as a result. Painfully naive and overwhelmed by admirers before her spinning head cleared, Cherie was learning things her momma never even knew enough to warn her about. 

Follow Cherie and her friends as their sexual scoreboards light up brighter than in any stadium as their downward spiral introduces them to hot m��nage sex, perversion and degradation. Or does it?

Young: What other books/short stories have you written?

(M.W.): My first book was The Para-Portage of Emily, a paranormal love story across the ages. That has been very well received and one of my favorites, no doubt, because it was my first. I wrote Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences next during Na No WriNoMo last November which I really love and I wish was doing better. It is such a wonderful story and one of my favorites about a brilliant black opera star and his love affair during one magical night with a design student in San Francisco.. The interracial aspects are timely and full of love. I have numerous anthologies and other stories that can be found on my Amazon Author Page but my very first publication was in 2010 called The Storm, about the kindness of strangers and lost love, and it was featured in Oysters & Chocolate, an online magazine that has since folded.

Young: Do you publish in e-book, print, or both?

(M.W.): I publish in both formats. It really depends on what it is, who is involved and how I think it will be received, how the readers want to see it. Real books are still in print to me. I love the feeling of the pages between my fingers and the physical experience of curling up with a good book, don���t you?

Young: Where can readers find your books?

(M.W.): Most all of my work is on Amazon, which is convenient for most readers, but I am also found on Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Inketera, Scribe, Smashwords, Goodreads, Kobo���.well, just about everywhere, I guess.

Young: What do you think are the biggest challenges for the type of writing that you do?

(M.W.): Well, erotica gets labeled as porn all the time. That is a huge hurdle to overcome. And there are tremendous differences between them both. Porn is all about the sex, nothing but the sex.  Erotica has wide ranges of heat level and varying story genres from romantic to hard core. But the main difference between erotica and porn is that with erotica, if you remove the sex, the story can stand alone, on its own merits, and you still have a book. I also tend to the poetic and get a little purple prose-ish so I have to reel myself in more often than not.

Young: How did you get started in writing?

(M.W.): Through an old boyfriend from high school���.and my husband. I have been writing for years as a marketing manager and regional director but always business related. My husband has long encouraged me to write because of my love affair with words. He just never thought it would be erotica or provocative romance.

Young: Where and How can readers get in touch with you?

(M.W.):  Website | Blog | Twitter | Email | DitterVerse | Facebook | FB Fan Page | YouTube Trailers | Mailing List Sign-Up | Google+ | Pinterest | Triberr | TSU | Wordpress | Amazon | Ganxy | XinXii | Kobo Books | iTunes Books | Barnes and Noble | All Romance eBooks | Smashwords  | Goodreads | Yellow Silk Dreams Publishing | Secret Cravings Publishing | The Romance Review | Manic Readers | The Muffy Wilson Daily | Muffy Wilson Literotica | Cheerleaders in Heat News

They can always email me at Muffy@MuffyWilson.com and I will answer them. If they sign up for my newsletter, Mailing List Sign-Up, they will receive a free book and stay up to the minute on all my doings, appearances and giveaways!

Young: So with your latest work released/or being released, what comes next? What can we expect from you in the future?

(M.W.): I just released an anthology called, Put Your Ho Ho���s On, which is a compilation of great Christmas themed stories of all heat levels and genres by 21 NYT, USA Today and International Award-Winning Bestselling Authors. It just made the Amazon Bestsellers List and hangs in there with people having great fun reading it, together or alone! But, the following is my schedule, for now. I reserve the right to procrastinate!!

Nov  2015 ~This Beautiful Escape: Ataxia Awareness Fundraiser Anthology Vol 1 & 2

Fall  2015 ~ A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the War A Memoire of Lt.Col. Joe Lyle Jr

Feb  2016 ~Indulgence by the Erotic Authors Guild Anthology

Mar 2016 ~ Naughty Nights Press Anthology with Gina Kincade

May 2016 ~ Sequel to The Para-Portage of Emily

July 2016 ~ Sequel to Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences

Young: How much of your personality and life experiences are in your writing?

(M.W.): This sounds so trite and self-serving but I get ideas everywhere. Not all at once, mind you!! That would drive me insane. But, I will see or hear something that triggers a memory, a feeling or a pain. That seems to be the grain of sand in my oyster so as it rolls and gnaws at me, it develops. My stories are tied to my life. In one way or another, there is a piece of me in each in part or whole. The trick is for the reader to determine which.

Young: Do you have a set schedule for writing or do you just go with the flow?

(M.W.): I do not. I write or work marketing and promoting, all the time because I love it. So, I always have my laptop in my, well���.lap!

Young: What is your routine once you start writing a book?

(M.W.): I am not clever enough to write more than one book at a time and I certainly do NOT have that kind of self-discipline. Besides, my stories keep me up, pulling at me until I find out how the story ends���until they have had a chance to tell me their story. I write until I am done. In the beginning, I found it hard to stay on any kind of schedule, so as a result, it took me four years to finish Emily. I have gotten more self-disciplined over time and more importantly, I have retired so I have more unscheduled time.

I write on the couch while my husband watches TV! My office used to be in the living room, or my desk was anyway. I like being with him and I don���t want my work to take me away from him. After all, even though he is nothing like my characters, he is my inspiration for love and passionate human feelings���good and bad.

Young: What about you in general? What is it that makes you tick? Makes you you? Things you like to do and what prompted you into writing?

(M.W.): Me? Oh that is a loaded question! I have been told I am smart, funny, articulate, charming, playful, obsessive-compulsive, anal, overly competitive, a neat-freak, a typical Virgo. That was when I was young and single, in other words, available to bed. I suppose I am all of those things at one time or another, but mostly���.I feel like a favorite velour housecoat. I live, love, and laugh hard because of one thing, one person: my mother. She died at 61 and that seems younger and younger to me every year. I want as much as I can pack into my life on the off chance that fate will follow too closely my shadow. That is one reason why I waited to marry until I was 36. I was afraid my life, my living, would be mundane then, but I was wrong. Marriage only enriched my life. My husband���s youngest son was my redemption, my freedom. It was, indeed, the best thing I ever did.

Young: Among your own books, have you a favourite book? Favourite Hero or Heroine?

(M.W.): I love Emily, my first, and Moonbeams such a romantic love story and how children can knot together broken lives. I really cannot wait to get back to their stories and write the endings of these stories and the beginning to their lives.

Young: Where do you see yourself in five years?

(M.W.): I think I will be writing, adding to my books, and helping other authors navigate the industry for other authors. I was fortunate to have some great friends that helped me and I believe strongly in ���playing it forward��� and helping others as I have been helped.

Young: What kind of research do you when writing one of your works?

(M.W.): I research when the story calls for specifics. I write from the heart so I have already done my research living my life. But, sometimes a story requires for accurate details and the Internet has made that so easy.

Young: What does your significant other think of your writing?

(M.W.): He tells everyone I write porn, watches their reactions, and laughs his ass off! But, he thinks it is a good hobby for me and he knows I enjoy it. But, he really does think I have something untapped inside of my creative core.

Young: Have you ever experienced Writer's Block? If so how did you work through it?

(M.W.): I have. Everyone has, or they are fibbing about it! I walk away and try not to think about it. I do something else: I engage, pursue interests, help others���I try not to dwell upon myself. Would it sound pretentious to say, Life? I believe in paying it forward, to help those who cannot help themselves; I believe in the power of love and healing in the human condition. I love observation and exploration ~ communication. My pulse is magnetized, energized by the sun, the moon and the wind ~ a touch. A simple "Hello" or "Good morning" electrifies my interest....and I have a Havanese. His morning rituals are most important!

Young: Who are some of your favourite authors to read?

(M.W.): Oh, I have so many. I have read insatiably since I was very, very young. When we lived in France, I was 13 years old. We had no television so I read all the time. At the time I read a lot about judicial criminology. Like most writers, I have an insatiable appetite for words, in any combination or form or genre. But, to answer your question, in no particular order, are my delicious favorite authors: Virginia Wolfe, Pat Conroy, C.S. Lewis, Kahlil Gibran, Stephen King, Erica Jong, Robert Service, Rod McKeun, Jack London, Tom Clancy, James Patterson, Nora Ephron, Hemingway, J.D. Salinger, W. Somerset Maugham, Sylvia Plath, George Eliot, Kurt Vonnegut, Jack Kerouac, Faulkner, Richard Price, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Charles Bukowski, Oscar Wilde, Dorothy Parker, Dylan Thomas, Margaret Mitchell, Stieg Larsson and in erotica, of course, Rachel Kramer Bussel. I could go on and on until we were a box of dusty bones���..to name a few.

Young: Anything else you'd like to tell our readers?

(M.W.): Honestly? What I do and don���t like about writing, I suppose. I love the quiet and aloneness. I have no distractions from myself. It can be revealing and painful. I love my poetic style. That sounds heady, I know, but sometimes when I read what I wrote, I step back and say to myself, wow that is pretty good. But, other times?���nothing!! I hate writing. It is so hard and grueling, constantly thinking it is crap and rewriting. I have the same insecurities all writers talk about. But, I cannot stop because one reviewer called me the Emily Bronte of erotica. That so feeds my ego. How could someone stop feeding that monkey once that was said about them?

Young: Lastly do you have any words of encouragement for unpublished writers?

(M.W.): Follow your heart. Write what you want, whether you know it or not: experiment, explore, examine! If we only write what we know, which is bad advice anyway, it would be pretty boring and we would not have trolls, vampires, Martians, soylent green or fifty shades of any color, let alone grey.

(M.W.): Writing is cathartic. Sprinkle your life, your dreams, your pain and experiences throughout your characters��� lives as they unfold. Give them your pain and resolve it the way you would have if you could have in your own life. The freedom is elevating. More importantly, love what you do; find your sweet spot and write what you want, when you want for as long as you want. But, just DO it!

And finally, pay it forward. You were new to this once, too. Your kindness and thoughtful generosity will make everyone feel wonderful!

Infatuation #masturbationmonday

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"I love being in love as much as I hate being in love."

Bernard Tristan Foong

 

Our host had his chef prepare us a scrumptious meal the evening before we departed for Rome. It was our plan to film the Roman religious sites within a week, before returning to Venice for the Count's masquerade ball. Our masks would subsequently be completed, and they were delivered to us at Hotel Danelli in time for the festivities.

Mario had invited four other guests: two male models and two boys who were a few years older than me. As the evening progressed, our conversation turned from the day's photo shoot to playing card games after dessert. Although it was an all-male affair, it was never strange for my heterosexual professor to feel comfortable in the company of men, be they straight, bisexual or gay. Are Europeans more sexually liberated than their puritanical American cousins? I would never know.

Although Aziz had a wife and children in Dubai, the Arab also had adolescent male lovers outside marriage. In the Quran, the prophet Mohammad promised his homosexual followers an endless homosexual pleasure with handsome pre-pubescent boys of perpetual freshness in Paradise (Quran verses: 52:24; 56:17; 76:19). In several ancient Arabic texts, the Nabi also affirm the followers of Islam that after committing plunder, loot, rape and murder in this life, they are "rewarded" by untouched virginal youths who are fresh like pearls. Since the beginning of Islam, pederasty has been permissible. Although homosexuality was and is still widely practiced in Islamic countries, only in extreme cases is sodomy punishable by death. During my four years of harem services, I felt love and acceptance of my homosexuality rather than hatred and prejudice in the six households I served. I quote a famous Arabian proverb: "Boys for pleasure, women for procreation."  

Mario was the first to initiate a game of strip poker. As the losers discarded pieces of clothing, the gathering began a rapid transformation from suggestive sensuality to active sexual magnetism. A few games later, some of us were down to our skivvies. Through the thin cotton fabrics, our erections were veritably obvious. The Count, standing next to his adolescent friend, Tino, began massaging the boy's shoulders, stimulating his excitement to full attention. Ugo, the boy's companion, was forthwith turned on watching his friend's hardness peeking out of his underwear. The sexual instigator had moved to kiss Tino's neck as he continued rubbing the boy's penile wetness, stirring him to tilt his bottom towards his aggressor. As we continued our poker game, we were glancing sideways to observe the unfolding erotica, all the while pretending nothing unusual was happening. Through the corners of our permissive eyes we witnessed The Count's hand sensually caressing the boy's scrotum. As with many experienced playboys, Mario was no exception to the art of sensuality and sexuality. He was now rubbing his skimpily covered erection against Tino's willing buttocks. The two items of clothing separating the man���s hardness and the boy���s slit were their moist underwear. Although the adolescent pretended to focus on his cards, his thoughts betrayed his actions as his body lovingly leaned against the Count���s muscular physique. His hands were intimately gripping Tino's slender waist.

Our attempts to remain focused on our cards were feverishly diminishing with each ticking second. Gabrielli, the alpha male took charge to dismiss the game. Soon our palpable hands and mouths were on our sensual opponents who were standing next to us. A discarded heap of clothing lay scattered on the floor amidst a sea of entangled bodies, intertwined in pulsating positions on the carpeted floor. Sensual tongues like polished blades pried open voluptuous lips, darting into the inner recesses of our longing souls. Hungry mouths suckled bulbous lengths, savoring dripping emissions before proceeding to lap on globes of quivering balls. Our erections were in readiness to penetrate cruppers of youthful openings, our bodily heat turned full volume, sending shivers through our wrestling spines. The room was electrified with sublime vicissitudes of sexual postulations. We merged as a unified body casting us into the Aleph of timelessness. We were infinite Gods in motion.

Our angelic hosts sang moans of hosannas while some uttered groans of alleluias as we frolicked in the living room of Palazzo Rosa. Our shameless benedictions gave way to assimilated transcendent passion while joyful cries emigrated to murmuring salutations, all in praise of ecstatic jubilation on our final quest to sexual ecstasies. I was dominant at times, only to be muscled into submission, when love's dichotomy took flight to overturn my abating fancy.

Yet amidst this delirious sexuality, my jealous heart reared its ugly head, desiring the object of my infatuation to possess me. I did not want to share the Count with others. But I had to subdue this monstrosity, banishing the green eyed beast into the abyss of the underworld. The emerald intensity of this secret monster was diminishing the core of my very existence. It was relegating my being into dungeons of sorrows. I hated myself despite the joyful mask I wore. I surrendered the aching heart that was ripping me apart. This indescribable torment beckoned me to shatter into a thousand pieces. How could I pick up my broken rejections, mending that which was already lost? 

Concentrating on my task at hand, my infatuation soon gave rise to an inner strength I never knew existed. I was able to turn the table around. I began to win this jealous battle of misshapen conflict. My sincere retribution was the heavenly sign I needed to transform my troubled cowardice into my spiritual awakening. Although the sojourn journey from love���s recovery was not quick, it was by no means a rarefied success. I had managed to hold power over the emerald wizard, at least for now, impinging the fraudulent beast and relegating it back into its morbid lair of false intentions.

Thanks to my accompanying hosts of cute cherubim and handsome seraphim, the journey to self-realization and recovery was complete. Spews of sexual delights filled the Rosa's chamber with roars of thunderous releases, until each and every cherub and seraphs had had their fill of orgasmic ecstasies. Limp limbs in servile compositions bore witness to our synchronized amorousness, packaging our love into blissful fractions of sweet contentment before peaceful slumber plummeted our swirling hearts into a night of restful consolation. Tomorrow we commence our journey to the Capital.

From the back cover 

 Unbridled is the sequel to Initiation - A provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.

It is also a love story between the young man, his ���Big Brother��� and his ���Valet��� who served as his chaperones and mentors during the boy���s Harem services.

This book follows the teenagers��� erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their 2nd Arab Household Harem, the Sekham. They were apprentices and models, for the household patriarch���s controversial photography project, ���Sacred Sex in Sacred Places���.

The author's experiences present facts that are truthful. Through these truths, which are often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnations and negativity which relate to his experiences. 

There are 7 volumes in A Harem Boy���s Saga series.

A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young

Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 15 months running.

Email: young@aharemboysaga.com

Website: www.aharemboysaga.com

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What a reviewer says...

 5.0 out of 5 stars A captivating read

By Moonbeam on January 23, 2016

Format: Kindle Edition

The story of Young���s life journey really captivated me. He���s led an amazing life, rich in culture, love and experience.
I was so desperate to see if he reconnected with his valet Andy after all these years, that I kept sneaking off to read the book when I should have been working (I���m terrible I know).

Despite the subject matter there is also an innocence and naivety to this book, and I think this comes from Young himself, and not just the way he writes. It���s there in the way he tells you about some of the bad things that have happened (although thankfully, there were very few). But it appears most of all in the way he talks about love, especially with Andy. Even though there were multiple people involved in his experiences, I feel that the love he had with his valet was pure.

It really has opened my eyes to the different going���s on in the world and of how the other half live. I thought it may have shocked me, or ���turned me off���. Instead I found my emotions riding a pleasant even keel throughout, as Young expertly takes you from past to present with ease.

I didn���t read book one, but I���m going to read that next, along with book three, as I have to see how things progress with the people that Young made contact with.
A captivating read.
 

 
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The Art of Flirtation #ScintillatingSunday

 "Love is a moral drunkenness;

And, whilst it lasts,

The shrew seems gentle,

The tigress a dove,

The flirt constant,

And the fiend an angel."

CHARLES WILLIAM DAY

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The Art of Flirtation

is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book I - INITIATION; a memoir by Young

Video trailer for INITIATION: http://bit.ly/1DOMft1

Excerpt:

One day during my training period with Dr. Henderson, he suggested I practice my Seductive Look, to learn if my diligent practice would pay off. I decided to give Andy a try, without his knowledge. Andy's stare had always intimidated me; now it was time to turn the tables.

I noticed Andy walking alone, down a passageway. Plucking up my courage, I followed him. He did not notice I was trailing behind. As he turned a corner into the courtyard, he noticed me, several paces back. Turning around, he smiled, and waited for me to catch up. As I walked towards him he eyed me with his usual lustful, intimating stare, as if he saw me naked through my djellaba (our Bahriji school uniform.) Normally, I would have avoided looking into his eyes, afraid of being sexually aroused. Today was different.

I returned his stare with unblinking eyes, and a smile on my face. Deep within, I was nervous as hell! My awareness of my new seductive power gave me the confidence to continue. Giving him my look of sensual desire, I began speaking to him without any dialogue. I used my eyes to titillate his libido.

His eyes never left mine. Time seemed to dissolve. I was in complete concentration. I wanted to arouse him, as he aroused me at my E.R.O.S. Initiation Ceremony. Licking my lips lightly and fixing my gaze on his handsome face, I informed him of my sexual desire. I wanted all of him!

When we finally embraced, he wrapped his muscular arms around my waist tightly. I thought I was being crushed. He didn't release his hold; we continued looking into each other's eyes. I didn't pull away as I had in the past. When he leaned down to kiss me, I turned my head and leaned against his muscular chest. It was extremely tempting to return his kiss, but the point of my exercise was to seduce him and to leave him desirous. I left him pining for me.

I thought of Dr. Andrew���s words, ���Tease him! Make him wait! Have him imagine what delights are to come!��� I could feel his already erect manhood beneath his thawb. He tried kissing me again. I gave him a peck on both cheeks and pulled away. It was difficult; we found each other incredibly irresistible. I kept reminding myself that I must win this round, conquer him and make him submit to me!

I had practiced my new found art; I made him long for me and I made him wait. We exchanged some pleasantries and I told him I had to run to meet Professor Henderson, as I was already late for class. Blowing him an air kiss, I ran, not daring to look back to see Andy's reaction. I was afraid that if I did, I might turn around and head right back into his warm embrace.

I reached Dr. Henderson's office breathless; he asked me why the hurry. I told him I had just practiced my eye seduction on a big brother and it had worked. He laughed and patted my back saying, "Well done Young! You are a fast learner. We'll have you located in a Household sooner than expected".

 

From the back cover 

This provocative story is about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.

It is also a love story between the young man and his ���Valet��� who served as his chaperone and mentor during the boy���s Harem service.

Author���s note:

I had a privileged and unique upbringing in Malaysia, where I was known as a "sissy boy." Following in my brothers' footsteps, I was sent to an exclusive boarding school in England. It is there that I was inducted into a clandestine organization, E.R.O.S. The Enlightened Royal Oracle Society. For four years, unbeknownst to my family, I was willingly and happily part of a Harem.

My story has been kept under wraps for close to 45 years. The correct moment has arrived for me to make known my unique education. 

There are 7 volumes in A Harem Boy���s Saga series.

A Harem Boy's Saga - Book I - INITIATION; a memoir by Young

Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 13 months running.

Email: young@aharemboysaga.com

Website: http://aharemboysaga.com/wp/

UK Amazon: http://amzn.to/1DkHC8v

US Amazon: http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY

5 stars: I love a true story

By Kindle Customer "Ringmaster"

Format: Kindle Edition

I love a true story, particularly when the author is articulate and conveys meaning and emotion clearly. This tale involves the author's upbringing in a secret sexual society in which he dwelled as a member of a male harem. Though some may be shocked by the explicit sexual details, I felt that the author did a nice job of counterbalancing these moments with other, less shocking bits of his story. In particular, I enjoyed his educational experiences in fashion and of becoming a young man in a land far from his home, as well as his travels abroad in surely what, to some, might have been very unfortunate circumstances but the author makes it clear that he was not forced and chose to live this extraordinary life. It is difficult for some to grasp how this tale of servitude could be a love story, and yet it is. I don't want to give too much away! But, it's lovely to see that people can overcome things that happen to them and embrace themselves fully for who and what they are. If only everyone was as buoyant and resilient as this author, whose second through seventh book in the series will surely be on my "to read" shelf.

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An Interview with Author Richard Vohl

Author Richard Vohl current work:

Bangkok Boy Bar

Published on November 2015

Publisher: (self-published)

Young: Tell us about your Latest Book/Book about to be released? Release Date? And can you give us a teaser

Richard Vohl (R.V.): Bangkok Boy Bar was launched on December 15, 2015.

Bangkok Boy Bar is my true life chronicle of romance and enlightenment during my first trip to Thailand. There are more than 100 pictures embedded within the book, most of which were taken by me.

Many of the pivotal scenes in Thailand take place in the infamous gay boy bars in the Silom District of Bangkok, and the Sunee Plaza Neighborhood of Pattaya. Within these tales, the numerous love scenes are more poetic and sensual than explicit (with notable exceptions).

The book is not a travel guide, yet seamlessly incorporated within the story are details about Thai culture, language and cuisine, gay resorts, neighborhoods and boy bars, how not to fall out of a tuk tuk as it���s racing through the streets of Bangkok ���

The book completes with the final chapter of my return to the U.S. after a life-threatening event in Thailand. I recount the repercussions of how an awakening begins to change my life in both subtle and profound ways.

The book���s trailer can be found here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uy1bXzH5Jlg

Young: What other books/short stories have you written?

R. V.: I have written various poems and short stories, and a 2 hour television pilot called ���Waystation.��� However, this is my first book.

Young: Do you publish in e-book, print, or both?

R. V.: The book is currently available on kindle, and is enrolled in the kindle unlimited program.

Young: Where can readers find your books?

R. V.: ���Bangkok Boy Bar��� by Richard Vohl

ASIN: B018R1G5F2

http://www.amazon.com/Bangkok-Boy-Bar-pilgrimage-self-discovery-ebook/dp/B018R1G5F2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1448905196&sr=8-1&keywords=bangkok+boy+bar

Young: What do you think are the biggest challenges for the type of writing that you do?

R. V.: I spent nearly two years writing and researching for the book. I wanted to accurately capture my first experience in Thailand ��� the vibrant city life, the warm and welcoming Thai culture and religion, the aromas and flavors of the street food, and of course the breathtakingly beautiful Thai young men.

I discovered that I liked writing love scenes, which is why there are more than I had originally planned. However, love scenes take a long time to write. Each scene was rewritten numerous times. More than any other detail in the story, I wanted to capture the beauty of the young male Asian form.

However, the sexual content has resulted in challenges in marketing the book. Although 98% of the book is about romance and love and discovering what is true and lasting about life ��� that 2% of the steamy stuff has caused some advertising sites to reduce the description of my book down to one word ��� ���erotica.��� I have had to persuade these advertising sites, and prospective readers, that there is so much more to the book than just those scenes.

Young: How did you get started in writing?

R. V.: As a teenager, I would write screenplays for my favorite television shows, including Battlestar Galactica and Star Trek. I enjoyed taking characters from my favorite shows and creating my own adventures for them.

Young: Where and How can readers get in touch with you?

R. V.: My author���s facebook page is below. Feel free to contact me about the book, or about Thailand, or anything else really. I am thinking about visiting Cambodia sometime soon ��� Phnom Penh or Siem Reap. So if you���ve been to Cambodia please feel free to share your experiences with me.

https://www.facebook.com/Bangkok-Boy-Bar-420819454783182/

Young: So with your latest work released/or being released, what comes next? What can we expect from you in the future?

R. V.: Ha. I am so exhausted right now, I can���t imagine writing another book for awhile. But then again, I didn���t plan on writing this one. Adventure just kind of happened, and then I had a burning desire to write it and share it with the world. I continue to travel to Thailand. So I guess we���ll just have to see how the adventure continues.

But I am inspired by the initial reaction to the book. It is already an Amazon best-selling book, and has ranked #1 in 3 categories: GLBT Travel, GLBT Biographies and Memoirs, and Specialty Travel.

Young: How much of your personality and life experiences are in your writing?

R. V.: All of it is real. This first trip to Thailand changed my life forever. There is a life-threatening event that is described in the book. Every time I revised that portion, I couldn���t help but cry. I almost lost everything.

Young: Do you have a set schedule for writing or do you just go with the flow?

R. V.: I have always wanted to be a published author, but never really found a story for which I had that burning desire to tell. It wasn���t until almost two years after the trip to Thailand when this story finally congealed. I think I needed time to understand what had changed about myself.

Young: What is your routine once you start writing a book?

R. V.: It was a struggle to find the time to write the book. During weekdays I would write after returning home from work (including my daily commute through Los Angeles traffic). Each weekend I was driving to San Diego to help my friends take care of their baby, so I would try to squeeze in an afternoon in a coffeeshop whenever I could.

Young: What about you in general? What is it that makes you tick? Makes you you? Things you like to do and what prompted you into writing?

R. V.: I still would love to write a Sci-Fi screenplay. I will always be proud to be a nerd. I am also a HUGE k-pop fan. And Korean hip hop. This is in the book. Probably more than what some readers may want, but too bad ��� it���s my book. But I still haven���t decided which kpop boy will be my future husband. Taemin of SHINee? Yoseob of BEAST? Bam Bam of GOT7?

Young: Among your own books, have you a favourite book? Favourite Hero or Heroine?

R. V.: I probably shouldn���t admit this ��� but I don���t read all that often. If I do, it tends to be reading, or writing my own, technical documents. But that experience of writing with attention to detail helped me capture all the senses of a Thai adventure.

Young: Where do you see yourself in five years?

R. V.: I will be retired from my life as office slave and will be homeschooling my friends kids in San Diego. They have two now. And yes, I will incorporate kpop into the music lessons.

Young: What kind of research do you when writing one of your works?

R. V. : I conducted a lot of internet searches for Thai cuisine, language, culture, ��� As described in one chapter, I met some Thai young men from the northeast region of Isaan. So I researched further the distinct Isaan culture and music that I experienced with them that night.

Young: What does your significant other think of your writing?

R. V. : My boyfriend is Thai. He scowled when he read some of the love scenes of me with some other boys, but he understands that the story occurred before I met him. But Thais understand money. He hopes the book sells well.

Young: Do you ever ask them for advice or ideas to go into your works?

R. V. : I intentionally did not read any other books about Thailand. I wanted mine to be unique and not influenced by other works. Although it wasn���t planned, there are two introductory chapters that describe my life before I flew off to Thailand. At the time I was writing these chapters, I wasn���t sure exactly why they needed to be in the book. I just had a feeling that they needed to be included. After writing the final chapter about my return to the U.S., it finally become apparent how elements of the pre-story provide additional context to my visit to Thailand.

Young: Have you ever experienced Writer's Block? If so how did you work through it?

R. V. : Whenever I got bogged down in the research, I would just return to work on one of the love scenes. That would always re-inspire me. : )

Young: Anything else you'd like to tell our readers?

R. V. : When in Thailand, try the Sangsom ��� a Thai whiskey. And if you find a breathtakingly beautiful yet seemingly shy and humble young man in a Thai boy bar, should you allow yourself fall in love? Well ��� I can���t answer that without it being a spoiler to the book.

Young: Lastly do you have any words of encouragement for unpublished writers?

R. V. : When you discover that story that becomes your burning passion, don���t let anything stand in your way. Not your day job ��� nor changing diapers on weekends ���

And open your mind to find inspiration anywhere ��� in unexpected places. One weekend evening in San Diego while walking my friend���s dog, I was thinking of new ways to describe a love scene. As I was passing by a garden, the word ���cauliflower��� came to mind. A little voice told me there���s something sensuous about cauliflower, although at the time I had no idea what that might be. When I finished walking the dog, I researched cauliflower and discovered it���s an ���inflorescence.��� That���s such a beautiful word. It���s what I was looking for. Okay, but I���m not a botanist, so what the hell is an inflorescence? It���s a stalk, like a floral axis. Okay, that could work. It���s like the bodies of two embracing lovers. And that���s how I came up with the line: ���The love we made was ethereal, emotionally exposed ��� the twining of our bodies into a single inflorescence.���

Spiritual Baptism #masturbationmonday

"Though thou seest me not pass by,

Thou shalt feel me with thine eye

As a thing that, though unseen,

Must be near thee, and hath been;

And when in that secret dread

Thou hast turn'd around thy head,

Thou shalt marvel I am not

As thy shadow on the spot,

And the power which thou dost feel

Shall be what thou must conceal."

Lord Byron's,

Manfred Incantation

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When all the freshmen had finished reciting the incantation, Chaplin Hollinger called each of us, individually, by our given names. When our name was called, we had to strip naked in front of all present before being led by Chaplin Hollinger down the steps into the font.

 He plunged each freshman, one by one, backward, into the water, before lifting us back up. Then, he placed the palm of his hand upon our wet head, reciting the Oath of Confidentiality and Pledge of Allegiances. The Initiates repeated the Chaplin's words and the process was complete. It was like a s��ance. We were then wrapped and dried with a warm towel by our respective BB, and led back to our place.  On each seat was a fresh thawb for us to wear.

As I stood naked before the witnesses I glanced at Andy. Again, he stared into my eyes with a grin on his face, licking his lips subtly with the tip of his tongue. He was secretly caressing my nakedness without laying a finger on me. His subtle nuances excited me, sending shivers down my naked spine. I looked away, quickly. The heavy, intoxicating perfumed incense, together with the haunting organ music, the smoke filled room and the enchanting evening light transported me into a surreal world of sensuality.

I was afraid of BB Andy; I didn't know how to handle him. I was enchanted by this handsome man who wanted to love me. I wanted him to love me. But our love was forbidden and I didn���t know what to do. His gaze continued burning into every part of me. I was getting hard. Quickly dispensing with the towel I threw on the thobe[  to hide my involuntary excitement.

 I could not resist glancing at this handsome man. His mesmerizing eyes never left me for a second. He would respond to my every look with his seductive stare. Unfamiliar electricity coursed through my body, sending me into waves of unexplainable shivers. Andy was making love to me, just as on the night of jealousy, when Nikee seduced me with his eyes. I had to adjust my erection between my crossed legs, in lotus position, so no one would notice. I dared not look at Andy, yet I wanted to steal a glance.

I was afraid. The courage I had when I entered the inner sanctum was dissipating, quickly. I had fallen under Andy's bewitching spell. I was desperately trying to resist, but could not. His flirtatious stimulation was too strong for a freshman to conquer! I closed my eyes, allowing the surreal surroundings to envelop me, only to vividly visualize Andy's lovemaking in the forest, as if it were happening now. I struggled to resist the unseen forces that were drawing me deep into a dark abyss.

When I opened my eyes, I was met with Andy's lovemaking stare. I was already under his sexual control, as if by magic. Everything around me seemed to be rotating in slow motion. With a few spasms, I shot my uncontrollable excitement into the inner folds of my kandura.

I was scared; I dared not open my eyes, in case the small congregation discovered my secret. I stayed immobile for a few minutes before I plucked up the courage to open my eyes.

 No one seemed to have noticed. I thanked God. The final freshman was just coming out of the font. When I glanced, helplessly at Andy, he blew me an air kiss and winked at me! He knew what he had done to me. He knew he had me in his control. He knew I was already his. I had let him into my being, and he knew it.

When the spiritual baptismal ritual finally drew to a close, the circle of freshmen and their ���big brothers��� joined hands, in a circle. The Chaplin said a final prayer of gratitude, adjourning the ceremony. The members hugged each other or gave each other kisses on both cheeks, a sign of welcome into the E.R.O.S. Secret Circle.

When Andy came over to hug and kiss me on my cheeks, I wanted to run and hide. Yet my legs disobeyed my commands. I was glued to the floor. I had goose bumps under my kandura. The stirring between my loins began to grow once more. I hated what this man was doing to me, yet I wanted him close. Andy hugged me longer than the rest of the other members. I could feel he did not want to let go of me. I was feeling the same way. He bent his six-foot, three-inch frame down, kissing me on both cheeks. His kisses were slow and lingering. I could smell his intoxicating masculine scent, and it sent me into uncontrollable trembles. He hugged me closer, holding me for a while longer before finally releasing his grip.

I plucked up the courage to look at his handsome face. He smiled at me and whispered an almost inaudible 'welcome into the club' in my ears. With that, he released his embrace. It is strange how physical contact speaks a thousand words. I wanted Andy and Andy wanted me.

Yet, we could not consummate our forbidden love.

 From the back cover 

This provocative story is about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.

It is also a love story between the young man and his ���Valet��� who served as his chaperone and mentor during the boy���s Harem service.

Author���s note:

I had a privileged and unique upbringing in Malaysia, where I was known as a "sissy boy." Following in my brothers' footsteps, I was sent to an exclusive boarding school in England. It is there that I was inducted into a clandestine organization, E.R.O.S. The Enlightened Royal Oracle Society. For four years, unbeknownst to my family, I was willingly and happily part of a Harem.

My story has been kept under wraps for close to 45 years. The correct moment has arrived for me to make known my unique education.

A Harem Boy's Saga - Book I - INITIATION; a memoir by Young

Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 14 months running.

Email: young@aharemboysaga.com

Website: www.aharemboysaga.com

UK Amazon: http://amzn.to/1DkHC8v

US Amazon: http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY

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What a reviewer says...

5 stars: Elegant and Erotic Tale

By mlm "Mel"

Format: Kindle Edition

To say this was a ���good��� story simply doesn���t do it justice. This is the true tale of a male Courtesan. Or, as the author puts it ��� A Harem boy. It begins with his life in Malaya as a small child. The honesty and self awareness he had is astounding. I laughed a bit when he called himself a ���Sissy boy���. But then he reclaimed that title and I found that he was quite proud of who he was. The toss of the coin by the Gods created a delicate and beautiful soul who was wise beyond his years ��� at least regarding his own self. His mother captivated me from the beginning. She doted on her youngest son and allowed him to be who he was. I believe it was her unconditional love that helped shape this adventurous and self-aware boy into a man who obviously, and rightly, loves himself. His relationship with his father, although forced and quite what one would expect, wasn���t as bad as it could have been (Happy to read that. At times I feared the worst.). Starting by learning all about his privileged upbringing in a romantic time helped me understand who and what he came from ��� and in turn ��� helped me to see the rest of the story from his eyes. I wanted the same things he did and I felt his relief and desperation to leave for boarding school in the UK. From here, our delicate ���Sissy Boy��� is initiated into the clandestine society E.R.O.S.
I���ll let the reader get the full story on how that happened. I will say ��� he was brave, and perhaps a bit naive. But his childlike trust was not misplaced and he was off on an erotic, and sensual adventure to the Middle East. This is where I truly fell in love with this tale. I felt as if I was reading Arabian Nights and seeing what really happened in the Kosk of a wealthy Middle Eastern man. The world he experienced was lush and opulent ��� as was the sex. The sexual stories are not graphic in the way one might think. You ���see��� what you must and, I think, the beloved author still has a few secrets from those times. However, from the fantastical tales he tells, his initiation was beyond the imagination of any young boy of the times. He���s whisked away to Italy, Tunisia, and Paris (among other places). At his young age, he experienced multiple lifetimes.
As I read the story, I realized this wasn���t simply a naughty tale of his escapades as a teenager. It was a love story. There were so many different kinds of love experienced! From his first ���puppy love��� experience to very real and deeply felt love that the reader watches blossom, we watch him learn what love is ��� to him. I also realized, halfway through, this was a love story about himself as well. The author has accepted all of his past and accepted himself in the process. He fell in love with himself and it was beautiful to see. A young, gay teenager who could have easily buckled under the pressure of society and his father to hate himself persevered and chose to walk in love in all that he did. That amazes me. His descriptions are lush and makes the reader yearn to be there, to feel the fabrics, to smell the smells, to taste the food and to see the expressions of love.
I will give a word of caution about this book ��� It was a mental hurdle from the beginning to overcome my assumptions and modern judgment of sex by/with/to a minor. After getting about 200 pages in, I set it aside to think about how I was feeling. I realized a few things ��� this wasn���t an American story. I had to remove my American glasses as I read this and understand it was a tale from a different land and a different time. I also began to understand the vast difference in social and economic classes. His life of privilege allowed many of his sexual proclivities to be accepted and, as in the school in the UK, pushed to new limits. This story has made me wonder about the wealthy classes of people and what other traditions we laypeople know nothing about. Fascinating. As equally fascinating as the inner working of the Muslim homes. Oh, what I wouldn���t give to be transported to such a place. If you can separate your modern, American point of view, and read this story for what it is ��� you will love it. Much like readers of Anne Rice���s SLEEPING BEAUTY series, this has the same ���feel��� to it. If you enjoyed that, you will enjoy this as well. I���m a straight woman who doesn���t make a habit of reading homoerotic stories. To each his own, right? But this, this was so much more than just sex confessions. A unique coming of age tale that is beautiful, daring, and provocative. Bravo Young!

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The Angelic Hosts #ScintillatingSunday

���Have you ever been in love?

Horrible isn't it?

It makes you so vulnerable.

It opens your chest and

It opens up your heart and

It means that someone can get inside you and

Mess you up.���

Neil Gaiman

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 The Angelic Hosts

is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young

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Excerpt:

Mario was the first to initiate a game of strip poker. As the losers discarded pieces of clothing, the gathering began a rapid transformation from suggestive sensuality to active sexual magnetism. A few games later, some of us were down to our skivvies. Through the thin cotton fabrics, our erections were veritably obvious. The Count, standing next to his adolescent friend, Tino, began massaging the boy's shoulders, stimulating his excitement to full attention. Ugo, the boy's companion, was forthwith turned on watching his friend's hardness peeking out of his underwear. The sexual instigator had moved to kiss Tino's neck as he continued rubbing the boy's penile wetness, stirring him to tilt his bottom towards his aggressor. As we continued our poker game, we were glancing sideways to observe the unfolding erotica, all the while pretending nothing unusual was happening. Through the corners of our permissive eyes we witnessed The Count's hand sensually caressing the boy's scrotum. As with many experienced playboys, Mario was no exception to the art of sensuality and sexuality. He was now rubbing his skimpily covered erection against Tino's willing buttocks. The two items of clothing separating the man���s hardness and the boy���s slit were their moist underwear. Although the adolescent pretended to focus on his cards, his thoughts betrayed his actions as his body lovingly leaned against the Count���s muscular physique. His hands were intimately gripping Tino's slender waist.

Our attempts to remain focused on our cards were feverishly diminishing with each ticking second. Gabrielli, the alpha male took charge to dismiss the game. Soon our palpable hands and mouths were on our sensual opponents who were standing next to us. A discarded heap of clothing lay scattered on the floor amidst a sea of entangled bodies, intertwined in pulsating positions on the carpeted floor. Sensual tongues like polished blades pried open voluptuous lips, darting into the inner recesses of our longing souls. Hungry mouths suckled bulbous lengths, savoring dripping emissions before proceeding to lap on globes of quivering balls. Our erections were in readiness to penetrate cruppers of youthful openings, our bodily heat turned full volume, sending shivers through our wrestling spines. The room was electrified with sublime vicissitudes of sexual postulations. We merged as a unified body casting us into the Aleph of timelessness. We were infinite Gods in motion.

Our angelic hosts sang moans of hosannas while some uttered groans of alleluias as we frolicked in the living room of Palazzo Rosa. Our shameless benedictions gave way to assimilated transcendent passion while joyful cries emigrated to murmuring salutations, all in praise of ecstatic jubilation on our final quest to sexual ecstasies. I was dominant at times, only to be muscled into submission, when love's dichotomy took flight to overturn my abating fancy.

Yet amidst this delirious sexuality, my jealous heart reared its ugly head, desiring the object of my infatuation to possess me. I did not want to share the Count with others. But I had to subdue this monstrosity, banishing the green eyed beast into the abyss of the underworld. The emerald intensity of this secret monster was diminishing the core of my very existence. It was relegating my being into dungeons of sorrows. I hated myself despite the joyful mask I wore. I surrendered the aching heart that was ripping me apart. This indescribable torment beckoned me to shatter into a thousand pieces. How could I pick up my broken rejections, mending that which was already lost? 

Concentrating on my task at hand, my infatuation soon gave rise to an inner strength I never knew existed. I was able to turn the table around. I began to win this jealous battle of misshapen conflict. My sincere retribution was the heavenly sign I needed to transform my troubled cowardice into my spiritual awakening. Although the sojourn journey from love���s recovery was not quick, it was by no means a rarefied success. I had managed to hold power over the emerald wizard, at least for now, impinging the fraudulent beast and relegating it back into its morbid lair of false intentions.

Thanks to my accompanying hosts of cute cherubim and handsome seraphim, the journey to self-realization and recovery was complete. Spews of sexual delights filled the Rosa's chamber with roars of thunderous releases, until each and every cherub and seraphs had had their fill of orgasmic ecstasies. Limp limbs in servile compositions bore witness to our synchronized amorousness, packaging our love into blissful fractions of sweet contentment before peaceful slumber plummeted our swirling hearts into a night of restful consolation. Tomorrow we commence our journey to the Capital.

From the Back Cover:

Unbridled is the sequel to Initiation - A provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.

It is also a love story between the young man, his ���Big Brother��� and his ���Valet��� who served as his chaperones and mentors during the boy���s Harem services.

This book follows the teenagers��� erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their 2nd Arab Household Harem, the Sekham. They were apprentices and models, for the household patriarch���s controversial photography project, ���Sacred Sex in Sacred Places���.

The author's experiences present facts that are truthful. Through these truths, which are often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnations and negativity which relate to his experiences.

There are 7 volumes in A Harem Boy���s Saga series.

A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young

Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 14 months running.

Email: young@aharemboysaga.com

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 5 stars: I love a true story

By Kindle Customer "Ringmaster"

Format: Kindle Edition

I love a true story, particularly when the author is articulate and conveys meaning and emotion clearly. This tale involves the author's upbringing in a secret sexual society in which he dwelled as a member of a male harem. Though some may be shocked by the explicit sexual details, I felt that the author did a nice job of counterbalancing these moments with other, less shocking bits of his story. In particular, I enjoyed his educational experiences in fashion and of becoming a young man in a land far from his home, as well as his travels abroad in surely what, to some, might have been very unfortunate circumstances but the author makes it clear that he was not forced and chose to live this extraordinary life. It is difficult for some to grasp how this tale of servitude could be a love story, and yet it is. I don't want to give too much away! But, it's lovely to see that people can overcome things that happen to them and embrace themselves fully for who and what they are. If only everyone was as buoyant and resilient as this author, whose second through seventh book in the series will surely be on my "to read" shelf.

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An Interview with Uvi Poznansky

Author of

My Own Voice, The White Piano, and The Music of Us

What inspired you to write the series, Still Life with Memories?

Natasha, the renowned pianist suffering from early-onset Alzheimer's in my book Apart from Love (volume I and II of the series, woven together) kept coming back to haunt me. Her character was not an easy one to develop. The primary challenge is that she has no voice. She is utterly silent, which makes her son Ben hope���at first���that she can be reached, that he can 'save' her. 

���There is no way to tell if she has heard me. Her gaze is fixed, as steadily as before, on the same small pane of glass, through which the sun is blazing; which makes it hard to figure out what she sees out there. 

I push forward, aiming to view it, somehow, from her angle, which at first, is too hard to imagine: 

In my mind I try, I see a map, the entire map of her travels around the world. A whole history. It has been folded over and again, collapsed like a thin tissue, into a square; which is suspended there���right in front of her���a tiny, obscure dot on that window. 

And inside that dot, the path of her journey crisscrosses itself in intricate patterns, stacked in so many papery layers. And the names of the places, in which she performed back then, in the past���London, Paris, Jerusalem, San Petersburg, New York, Tokyo���have become scrambled, illegible even, because by now, she can no longer look past that thing, that dot. She cannot see out of herself. 

She is, I suppose, confined.���

My new novel, The Music of Us (volume III in the series) gives voice to her.

���Once I find my way back, my confusion will dissipate, somehow. I  will sit down in front of my instrument, raise my hand, and let it hover, touching-not-touching the black and white keys. In turn they will start their dance, rising and sinking under my fingers. Music will come back, as it always does, flowing through my flesh, making my skin tingle. It will reverberate not only through my body but also through the air, glancing off every surface, making walls vanish, allowing my mind to soar.

Then I will stop asking myself, Where am I, because the answer will present itself at once. This is home. This, my bench. The dent in its leather cushion has my shape. Here I am, at times turbulent, at times serene. I am ready to play. I am music.���

This novel starts out at 1970, when she starts to succumb to her illness, and goes a generation back, to 1941, the time that she and Lenny first fell in love. This is their story.

Any hobbies or interests that you enjoy in your spare time?

In addition to being an author and a poet I am also an artist. For me, the visual aspects of my craft go hand-in-hand with the literary aspects. I paint with my pen and write with my paintbrush, which means that when I write, I strive to describe the scene, as seen through my character���s eyes, as vividly as I now how, and when I paint, there is always a story revealing itself on my canvas.

My art includes ceramic and bronze sculptures, paper engineering projects, watercolors, oil paintings, and mixed media. To see it go to my art site or to my blog.

Do you see yourself in any of your characters, or do any of them have traits you wish you had?

At first I decided to model Anita, the girl in the center of  a firestorm of passion in My Own Voice (volume I) and The White Piano (volume II) as the-opposite-of-me. Her use of language would be atrocious. She talks in sentences laden with 'like' and the dreaded double-negatives. Anita would become a bold and spontaneous spirit, anything but repressed. She would be promiscuous. Her voice would be shockingly direct.

"In my defense I have this to say: When men notice me, when the lusty glint appears in their eyes, which betrays how, in their heads, they���re stripping me naked���it���s me they accuse of being indecent. 

Problem is, men notice me all the time.

How can a girl like me ever claim to be innocent? Even if I haven���t done nothing wrong, I���m already soiled, simply because of their dirty thoughts." 

I do not even know how it happened, but once Anita started talking in my mind���which she did for nearly a year���I started to like her more and more. I asked myself, how would she play against Ben, who is a complex character, hesitant, highly sophisticated? How would she play against Lenny, a would-be author who is so proud of his refined expressions, when her background is so different from his? How would she measure up against his ex-wife, Natasha, the renowned pianist suffering from early-onset Alzheimer's?

Tell us about your blog. What will readers find there?

My blog is the heart of my drive to reach out to my readers and listeners. A post may include a poem, an excerpt from one of my books, the back story of what inspired a particular passage, a few art pieces by masters from different time period that illustrated to me different points of views about a particular moment of history, which in turn enriched my story about it. Please check out my bog, and come back often, there is something new every day!

What do you enjoy the most as an indie author that you imagine you wouldn���t if you were traditionally published? If you had a choice would you still go indie?

I take great pleasure in the direct contact with readers and listeners from around the globe. I am in daily contact with them, using a variety of social networks, and find this immediacy highly rewarding.

Also I enjoy the ease with which I can control every aspect of the publishing process. I create my own book covers, often based on my art. I format my own paperback editions and publish to Amazon, Barnes&Noble and iTunes by myself. I also invite narrators to submit audiobook auditions and I work together with them to create the audiobooks. Each one of these activities is a pleasure for me and I cannot imagine not being involved in every aspect of the creative process.

Buy Links:

The Music of Us         Kindle, Nook, Apple, Kobo, print

Apart from Love          Kindle, Nook Apple, Kobo, print audio

Rise to Power             Kindle, Nook, Apple, Kobo print audio 

A Peek at Bathsheba  Kindle, Nook, Apple, Kobo print audio

The Edge of Revolt     Kindle, Nook, Apple, Kobo print

A Touch of Passion

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Mykonos, Greece #masturbationmonday

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 Mykonos, Greece

���Whatever else can be said about sex,

It cannot be called a dignified performance.���

Helen Lawrenson

    After a stroll along the narrow alleyways of Platis Yialos, where houses were sandwiched closely together, we arrived at a small, secluded beach where the younger crowd hung out. The bodies of gay nude bathers dotted the far end of the shoreline as they soaked up the Aegean sun.

    Vittorio motioned us to follow. As we walked along the sand, he said, ���I���ll show you where I find most of my models.���

    True to his word, flecked out of public view, nestled among the trees and shrubberies, were couples or groups of men gathered together in the throes of passion. They seemed oblivious and many did not mind voyeurs or onlookers observing their licentious actions. These men were exhibitionists showing off their sexual prowess to whoever wished to watch. Some would move from one group to the next as if playing a game of musical chairs.

    As we watched, several men started edging closer to our entourage. They began rubbing their crotches to see if anyone of us would respond in kind. Although I was fascinated by this sexual wantonness, Andy did not care for such brazenness. Pulling on my arm, he led me towards a slightly more public section of the beach, leaving our friends to their devices.

    As my Valet and I sat admiring the dramatic sunset reflected on the turquoise water, I couldn���t help but lean my head against his shoulder. No words were needed as we marveled at nature���s romance.

     Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on my shoulder and warm breath down the back of my neck. Without turning around, I knew that Oscar was behind me. His coziness never failed to ignite my passion. My groin stirred at his touch. Andy kissed my longing lips as I opened willingly to both lovers.

    My BB reached his hands into the front of my T-shirt, caressing my already aroused nipples as I reached to fondle Andy���s growing organ, concealed behind his denim jeans. I could feel Oscar���s throbbing member against my spine while he continued kissing gently at my tender neck.

    This erotic foreplay was too titillating for the three of us. We did not care if there were people watching; we went with nature���s flow as the ocean waves lapped gently against the rolling sand. I closed my eyes and surrendered to my lovers��� adoring embraces.

    A short distance away, a camera was clicking unobtrusively at our love-making scenario. I did not open my eyes to see the photographer. My instinct told me that it was none other than the artist whose work we so admired. He was capturing the essence of our heated ardor, the spirit that differentiates a good photograph from a great one. Our host was seizing this rare moment to capture the unrevealing sensuality, where affection merges with sexuality, the place where divinity converges with spirituality. Vittorio, the artful conjurer, knew he was onto something special, something more than what his regular models could provide him. Our trio gave him the magical enchantment he desperately craved to propel his artistic endeavor to a new level of artistry. We furnished him with an unbridled honesty where many fear to tread, afraid that their openness may lead to heartbreak.

    Unbeknownst to our skilled photographer, we were no ordinary boys. We were fearless E.R.O.S. boys, groomed in the arts of sensuality, sexuality, and most significantly in the Art of Loving.

    Our desirous fervencies propelled us to unimaginable heights of emotional ecstasy. Stripped naked, the three of us had amalgamated into a single entity. I felt Oscar in the core of my being while our beloved Andy lay buried deep inside my BB. We moved in synchronicity to the oscillating motion of our rhythmic breath: Gaia���s breathe of life, the life of God, the life of the universal truth.

    The adonisms of our being soon brought us to uncontrollable depths of deliverance. We could stave off no longer our desires for each other. Oscar froze as his love poured into the kernel of my soul. My Valet released his masculinity deep within the mystic tunnel of our lover. I could not hold off the flame of my essence and spewed my farinaceous fountain onto the powdery sand, and the ocean cleaned away my remnants with each lapping wave, returning my seed to timeless eternity.

    The three of us stayed motionless while Vittorio���s shutter snapped away, as if Poseidon had granted him permission to document our amour.

     We lay, spent, on the edge of the ocean as the last ray of evening light disappeared over the horizon. Only then did we plunge into the sea to wash away the final traces of our union, reverting our primal call back to nature���s humanity.

    Our photographer approached as we were drying ourselves. ���The three of you are amazing. I believe I caught some priceless pictures in this equipment.��� He gazed at his camera before glancing at his groin, which was standing at attention. 

    ���Young, I���m ready to claim my prize.��� He pushed me to my knees. His manhood throbbed against my face as he pushed my head against his crotch. His bobbing length was too enticing to forego. I plunged my oral orifice onto his bulbousness in a single gulp. I teased and I sucked on the prized possession. I was more than happy to serve my victor his prize. The artist���s pulsating equipment was too scrumptious to let loose. I wanted to taste the fluid of this Eraste, who I knew was on the verge of deliverance. He shot on my face before I could inhale another whiff of his masculinity. Andy, Oscar and I shared Vittorio���s deposits with the zeal that only seasoned lovers know before I finally opened my eyes to stare at the handsome victor.

From the back cover: 

���Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.���

Lao Tzu

Debauchery is the triquel to A Harem Boy���s Saga, a provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society through his UK boarding school. From there, he was spirited to the Middle East to attend the Bahriji (Oasis) School in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for Harem services for the wealthy elite.

It is also a love story between the young man, his ���Big Brother,��� and his ���Valet,��� who served as his chaperones and mentors.

This book follows the teenagers��� erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their third Arabian Household Harem, the Quwah. There, they became confidants to a prince, assistants in an international dance club venture, ���Carousel,��� and apprentices and models in a controversial photography project, ���Sacred Sex in Sacred Places.���

This story is an account of the author���s experiences. Through these truths, often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnation and negativity related to sexuality, love, and personal freedom. 

A Harem Boy���s Saga is a series of seven volumes.

A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young

Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 14 months running.

Email: young@aharemboysaga.com

Website: www.aharemboysaga.com

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5 stars: Elegant and Erotic Tale

By mlm "Mel"

Format: Kindle Edition

To say this was a ���good��� story simply doesn���t do it justice. This is the true tale of a male Courtesan. Or, as the author puts it ��� A Harem boy. It begins with his life in Malaya as a small child. The honesty and self awareness he had is astounding. I laughed a bit when he called himself a ���Sissy boy���. But then he reclaimed that title and I found that he was quite proud of who he was. The toss of the coin by the Gods created a delicate and beautiful soul who was wise beyond his years ��� at least regarding his own self. His mother captivated me from the beginning. She doted on her youngest son and allowed him to be who he was. I believe it was her unconditional love that helped shape this adventurous and self-aware boy into a man who obviously, and rightly, loves himself. His relationship with his father, although forced and quite what one would expect, wasn���t as bad as it could have been (Happy to read that. At times I feared the worst.). Starting by learning all about his privileged upbringing in a romantic time helped me understand who and what he came from ��� and in turn ��� helped me to see the rest of the story from his eyes. I wanted the same things he did and I felt his relief and desperation to leave for boarding school in the UK. From here, our delicate ���Sissy Boy��� is initiated into the clandestine society E.R.O.S.
I���ll let the reader get the full story on how that happened. I will say ��� he was brave, and perhaps a bit naive. But his childlike trust was not misplaced and he was off on an erotic, and sensual adventure to the Middle East. This is where I truly fell in love with this tale. I felt as if I was reading Arabian Nights and seeing what really happened in the Kosk of a wealthy Middle Eastern man. The world he experienced was lush and opulent ��� as was the sex. The sexual stories are not graphic in the way one might think. You ���see��� what you must and, I think, the beloved author still has a few secrets from those times. However, from the fantastical tales he tells, his initiation was beyond the imagination of any young boy of the times. He���s whisked away to Italy, Tunisia, and Paris (among other places). At his young age, he experienced multiple lifetimes.
As I read the story, I realized this wasn���t simply a naughty tale of his escapades as a teenager. It was a love story. There were so many different kinds of love experienced! From his first ���puppy love��� experience to very real and deeply felt love that the reader watches blossom, we watch him learn what love is ��� to him. I also realized, halfway through, this was a love story about himself as well. The author has accepted all of his past and accepted himself in the process. He fell in love with himself and it was beautiful to see. A young, gay teenager who could have easily buckled under the pressure of society and his father to hate himself persevered and chose to walk in love in all that he did. That amazes me. His descriptions are lush and makes the reader yearn to be there, to feel the fabrics, to smell the smells, to taste the food and to see the expressions of love.
I will give a word of caution about this book ��� It was a mental hurdle from the beginning to overcome my assumptions and modern judgment of sex by/with/to a minor. After getting about 200 pages in, I set it aside to think about how I was feeling. I realized a few things ��� this wasn���t an American story. I had to remove my American glasses as I read this and understand it was a tale from a different land and a different time. I also began to understand the vast difference in social and economic classes. His life of privilege allowed many of his sexual proclivities to be accepted and, as in the school in the UK, pushed to new limits. This story has made me wonder about the wealthy classes of people and what other traditions we laypeople know nothing about. Fascinating. As equally fascinating as the inner working of the Muslim homes. Oh, what I wouldn���t give to be transported to such a place. If you can separate your modern, American point of view, and read this story for what it is ��� you will love it. Much like readers of Anne Rice���s SLEEPING BEAUTY series, this has the same ���feel��� to it. If you enjoyed that, you will enjoy this as well. I���m a straight woman who doesn���t make a habit of reading homoerotic stories. To each his own, right? But this, this was so much more than just sex confessions. A unique coming of age tale that is beautiful, daring, and provocative. Bravo Young!

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