Young's Blog, page 31
January 9, 2016
Bedtime #ScintillatingSunday
"Beauty is truth's smile when he beholds his face own face in a perfect mirror."
Rabindranath Tagore
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Our Last Evening Together
is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young
Video trailer for DEBAUCHERY http://bit.ly/1NUcelM
Excerpt:
It had been a fun, exhausting day, but early morning, we were scheduled to attend Sunday service at our school���s non-denominational chapel. That night, when the lights went out and students had retired to bed, I lay awake, reliving the day���s event. I began to miss Andy and Oscar next to me. I couldn���t help but reminisce about the fervent kiss I had planted on the boy who was sleeping above me. I was unaware that the adolescent was also tossing and turning on his bed, as I was. He, like me eighteen months ago, was falling in love for the first time, not with his ���big brother���, Duc, but with moi.
I had incognizantly taken on the role of the Vicomte de Valmont to my own C��cile de Volanges, just as my Valet had predicted. My Austrian Portuguese roommate was my object of affection. My Valet was correct to warn me to leave Samuel to his ���big brother���s��� charge instead of toying with the young man���s tender affections.
Just as sleep was beginning to beckon me, I felt a warm body crawl into my bed. I did not stir when he wrapped his hands around my slender waist. Since the room was pitch dark, I could not see the person. My immediate thought was Sam must be lying next to me. Yet his grip was strong and powerful, lacking the fragility of an adolescent���s touch. Whoever it was, I did not wish him to relinquish his hold on my being. I leaned my back against the warmth of his musculature. His intoxicating breath on my youthful neck sprang my organ to life. He pressed his lengthy hardness against my derriere, sending electric spasms through my being as I pressed against his muscular physique. His hands reached for my nipples, tenderly caressing them to attention. I tried not to make any noise as he continued his sensual foreplay. I turned my face to my side and our lips met in a libidinous kiss. I desired to explore his oral orifice as much as he craved for mine. My amorous lover rotated his nimble fingers around my leaking bublousness, arousing me to heights of ecstasy I had no desire to waive.
I buried my face in his athletic pectus, covered with a light dust of hair. His musky scent was that of my French Canadian ���big brother.��� I remembered it from when Sam and I were in his embrace. Without opening my eyes, I knew my lover. He had secretly longed for me, and now we were finally consummating our love. His sensuality was stimulating me to the verge of release as he lubricated my opening and his throbbing erection with my emissions. He eased into me.
My legs wrapped around his waist, I surrendered to his gliding onslaught as his stiffness plunged deep into my existence. I bit into his shoulders to stop myself from making unnecessary noises that might wake our ���little brother.��� His puissant strokes send me spewing my release onto our chests and bellies while he continued rocking until he could no longer hold off his orgasm. Jets of creamy fluid flowed into my core. Its fervent intensity aroused our fiery kisses, which lingered even after his mighty propensity had simmered to a heaving whimper. He had no intention of ceding his prize; he protracted within until his manhood slithered out involuntarily. He sheathed me into his loving cocoon until I fell into tranquil slumber. Only then did he leave my bed for his own.
Unbeknownst to us, our ���little brother��� had been listening quietly above.
From the back cover:
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 seven volume series.
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: http://aharemboysaga.com/wp/
Pinterest: http://bit.ly/1IDX5DP
UK Amazon: http://amzn.to/1DkHC8v
US Amazon: http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY
5.0 out of 5 stars Addicted to this series
By ocmdVINE VOICE on July 3, 2015
Format: Kindle EditionVerified Purchase
I loved the first two books in the Harem Boy���s Saga and I devoured book three just as eagerly. Debauchery is a seamless transition in the author���s amazing journey, and I admit I am now addicted to this series. Correspondence in 2012 supplements the story as Young relates his experiences and feelings in 1967. He was a young boy when he flew to London to meet his beloved Valet, Andy. They���d been apart for eight weeks, and they missed each other desperately. Once they were together again, they could not wait to give in to their passion. Their reunion captivated me. I became totally involved with the characters and emotionally invested in their story. The journey moves on to the French Riviera, and other exotic locations that are so well described, I felt like I was there. Young and Andy become part of a royal household and all the joy and sadness of their taboo lifestyle is related with honesty and in a wonderfully engaging style. Knowing the story was true only made it more compelling. There was no way I could put it down. Kudos to the author for letting us share his journey of self-discovery.
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January 8, 2016
Second Chance Heart by Marie Lavender
Second Chance Heart
(blurb)
After a wild storm forces her to take shelter in a small town inn, Dana Nelson thinks that all she has to worry about is a brief stay before she heads back to the city. She gets far more than she bargained for���
The last thing she expects is to run into an old flame, and even worse, the man who broke her heart twelve years ago. She���s sure that the only thing remaining between them is a strong attraction for another.
She can���t be more wrong���
The more time she spends with Vince Reynolds, the more she begins to believe she can trust him again. But, can she put her faith in the one man who captivates her, body and soul, or are some wounds too deep to heal?
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Book Excerpt
She released a breath, shaking her head at the way her heart raced. It was infuriating that the man still affected her. She���d thought Vince was out of her life for good. She slashed a brush through her thick, shoulder-length mane of flame red curls, and told herself to relax, that the past couldn���t hurt her anymore.
A soft knock could be heard then and with a frown, she went to the door.
Vince stood on the other side. His wavy, dark brown hair was ruffled, as if he���d mussed it with his hands, a habit of his she remembered quite well.
He sighed, didn���t speak for a moment. ���I���m���so goddamned sorry, Dana.��� His dark eyes were strangely haunted. ���I���m sorry.���
She tried to block his view of her nightgown. ���For what?���
���You know what for.���
Dana froze, her heart skipping a sick beat. He was apologizing now? After all this time? ���It doesn���t matter now,��� she said in a hoarse tone.
���The hell it doesn���t. You don���t think I know you, Dana? I know what it looks like when you���re hurt. And that look you gave me downstairs nearly killed me. Those blue eyes of yours always did.��� He rubbed at his chest absently, and she looked at the movement like his hand was a foreign object.
She doubted part of what he said, and wondered if he was trying to appear more considerate. Why couldn���t he stay mean? She could hate him easier. ���Fine. You said your piece. Now go away.���
She began to shut the door, but he blocked it with his hand. Even as she gasped, he shouldered his way inside and kicked the door closed. He reached for her when she would have backed away, his lips blocking her protests. It was a mistake, a total mistake, she thought in a stunned instant. But, the lure of his mouth was too strong, and she sank into his kiss anyway, whimpering as his tongue swirled over hers. His dark flavor was too enticing. Her breath caught up in her throat, and her body began to burn, to come alive. She remembered the passion between them very well. If she was totally honest with herself, it had been missing with Finn.
���You���re mine,��� he muttered hoarsely against her mouth. ���I should never have forgotten that.���
Caught between his body and the wall, she could hear the remorse in his tone, but her mind just seemed to stop working. None of it seemed to matter as he kissed the hell out of her. His heat was familiar, so welcome close to her body, and she curled up to it. His arms encircled her and there was a sense of safety, not danger. When his mouth moved over her throat, her eyes closed automatically.
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Author Bio
Bestselling multi-genre author of UPON YOUR RETURN and 21 other books. Nominated in the TRR Readers' Choice Awards for Winter 2015. Poetry winner of the 2015 PnPAuthors Contest. Honorable Mention in the 2014 BTS Red Carpet Book Awards. Finalist and Runner-up in the 2014 MARSocial's Author of the Year Competition. Honorable mention in the January 2014 Reader's Choice Award. Liebster Blogger Award for 2013 and 2014. Top 10 Authors on AuthorsDB.com. Winner of the Great One Liners Contest on the Directory of Published Authors.
Marie Lavender lives in the Midwest with her family and three cats. She has been writing for over twenty years. She has more works in progress than she can count on two hands. Since 2010, Marie has published 22 books in the genres of historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic suspense, paranormal romance, fantasy, mystery/thriller, literary fiction and poetry. Her current series are The Heiresses in Love Series, The Magick Series and The Blood at First Sight Series.
A list of her books and pen names are as follows:
Marie Lavender: Upon Your Return; Magick & Moonlight; Upon Your Honor; Second Nature; "Lovers Like Us" (featured poem from the book anthology, Poets & Writers in Action); A Little Magick; Second Chance Heart
Erica Sutherhome: Hard to Get; Memories; A Hint of Scandal; Without You; Strange Heat; Terror in the Night; Haunted; Pursuit; Perfect Game; A Touch of Dawn; Ransom; Leather and Lace
Kathryn Layne: A Misplaced Life
Heather Crouse: Express Caf�� and Other Ramblings; Ramblings, Musings and Other Things; Soulful Ramblings and Other Worldly Things
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January 3, 2016
Our Beating Hearts #masturbationmonday
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Our Beating Hearts
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
American Proverb
It was close to midnight when my flight from Kuala Lumpur finally touched down at Heathrow. True to his word, Andy had arrived in London earlier that day from Germany to meet me. He had spent the summer with his siblings, Aria and Ari. His mother came to spend time with her children without her husband. The stubborn Herr Finckenstein had made a vow not to see or accept his gay son unless Andy apologized to the old man and promised to change his homosexual lifestyle. Only then would he accept Andy back into the fold. Of course, this was out of the question for my lover. He had no intention of living a lie, nor was he the type who would give in to please his father for the sake of keeping peace.
Although Uncle James was away on business, he had kindly agreed to let Andy and me stay at his Mayfair home before his return. After all, we were in the city for 3 days before departing on the Simorgh to Monaco. Oscar would be meeting us in Cannes; he had to finalize his enrollment at The University of Vienna before accompanying us on our cruise around the Greek islands.
My beloved was waiting for me at the airport arrival lounge. I flew into his arms as soon I saw my Valet���s handsome face. I couldn't wait to catch up on Andy's news, and neither could he resist embracing me. Lifting my face to his, he kissed me lovingly in front of the waiting crowd. Our eight weeks��� absence had made our hearts grow fonder. Our souls were once again connected, and we did not care what people thought of our intimacy. We were utterly overjoyed to be together. As if he was afraid I would disappear, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders as we walked towards the waiting Rolls Royce, which Uncle James had so kindly arranged to collect us. As Jeffrey (the chauffeur) was loading my luggage into the booth, Andy ushered me into the back seat and we began French kissing. He, like me, had been celibate for the past 8 weeks.
With the push of a button, the tinted windows and soundproof glass separating the driver and backseat passengers began to roll up. We were sealed in our private world. Andy's urgent kisses were too exhilarating to stop. In the heat of our passion, my lover reached his hands into my sweatshirt and fondled my sensitive nipples. I could feel my guardian's hardness straining against his jeans, waiting for release from its denim confines. I reached down to stroke his bulging crotch, teasing his urgency. I wanted our sensuality to last and to prolong our foreplay like we often did when we were practicing tantric sensuality. His delicious tongue began exploring my yearning oral orifice, jabbing desirously into my willing fissure, pleasuring me as much as I was gratifying him.
I unzipped his jeans as I continued to caress his bobbing organ beneath his dampening brief. Reaching in, I held onto my prized possession, squeezing its leaking tumescence onto my thumb before feeding us his viscidness. His intoxicating masculinity mixed with his deliciousness sent me yearning for more. Tearing our tops off, Andy lay atop, planting sweet kisses on my neck and nipples before devouring my ears voraciously with his lapping tongue. I squirmed uncontrollably beneath my aggressor. I was ready to receive him. I pushed his pants down to his ankles while he tore at mine. I pressed my eagerness against his. Holding both organs in my hands, I stroked them with burning desire. My lover lifted himself above and fed me his bulbousness. His delirious manliness had me craving my fill. I wanted him, and he desired me.
Lifting my legs above my head, he buried his face into my longing crevice; he was licking, suckling and wetting my opening, readying for unrestrained entry. My horniness had prepared me sufficiently to receive mon amour without further ado. I coveted him; I needed him, and I was ready to receive his engorgement as he slid inside me in a single gliding stroke. Involuntary tears of joy flowed down the sides of my face. I squirmed ecstatically. I was beneath the man I loved, and I was his treasure to behold. His length pulsated within as if our beating hearts had merged as one. We breathed in unison ��� his breaths were fast and furious, mine demanding and urgent.
Bending down, mon ange devoured my oral cavity ravenously. Our tongues met in ardent enthusiasm. Our love knew no boundaries except love's transcendent supremacy. We moved as an entity, our synchronicity watched only by the invisible Olympian gods, who supervised our every move with invincible directedness. My lover could no longer hold off his powerhouse; his protrusion burst forth into sparks of dispensable lightning, sending shock waves of ecstatic currents deep within my core. In reciprocation, I, the willing recipient, discharged my delirious energy from my obelisk of affection, shooting flames of molten liquid onto our heaving chests, faces, and hair. We could not get enough of each other. Andy stayed buried inside me until we heard the moving vehicle grind to a stop. Only then did we realize that Jeffery would soon be opening the passenger doors for us to disembark. We dressed hurriedly, but I was sure remanence of our passion lingered in the back seat for our chauffeur to wipe clean.
Jeffery did not utter a word when he let the both of us out. I detected a knowing smile on his servantry face, informing me that mum was the word of our evening's sojourn. After all, it was his proprietary call of duty that the ���downstairs��� staff never reveal the secret lives of what went on above stairs. Jeffery was a trusted aide from the old school and had been in Uncle James��� service for god knows how long. He would never betray our trust. When he brought in our luggage, Andy offered to tip him generously, but he replied, "That wouldn't be necessary Sir! Enjoy your stay. If you require my service, ring the bell and I will bring the car round. Good-night Sir, and have a good evening." With those last words he left mon tr��sor and me to our own devises.
That night, Andy and I hardly caught a wink of sleep, yet we were happily contented the following day. Absence had indeed made our hearts grow fonder.
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
Video trailer: http://bit.ly/1NUcelM
UK Amazon: http://amzn.to/1DkHC8v
US Amazon: http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY
5 stars: Elegant and Erotic Tale
By mlm "Mel"
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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My Bidder & I #ScintillatingSunday
"A wise boy kisses but doesn't love,
Listens but doesn't believe,
And leaves before he is left."
Bernard Tristan Foong
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My Bidder & I
is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young
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Excerpt:
By the time the guests bid our host farewell, I was soaking in a luxurious bath at the Maktub. Andy, entering our bath chamber, announced that my highest bidder had summoned me to his suite. He was an overnight guest at Al Fayoum, a guest suite in the Sekham. Accompanying me to Al Fayoum, my Valet said, "I have a prognostication that your highest bidder is of Royal decent." Before he could continue, we had arrived at the chamber's large wooden entrance.
A burly Arab gentleman answered the door. Directing us into the beautifully decorated living room, he told us to wait as he proceeded to inform his Master of our arrival. A suave man in his early 30s entered wearing a white bathrobe. In perfect English he greeted Andy and me before leaning across to give my Valet a traditional nose rubbing salutation. When it came my turn, a whiff of eucalyptus greeted my nostrils as he lowered his nose to mine. What transpired next was beyond my comprehension; my bidder was tickling my nose with the tip of his tongue before savoring my delicate lips; tantalizing my boyish naivet�� towards his masculine musculature. At once enchanted by the smell of fresh eucalyptus and intrigued by his beguiling protocol, I was breezed by such forwardness and at a loss for words. Releasing me, my bidder showed us to a comfortable sofa before he took the loveseat opposite my guardian and me.
He said smilingly, "Young man, you're an excellent dancer. Will you to be my 'private dancer'?"
I thanked him for the compliment and kept silent, not knowing how to respond to his request when he continued, "What's your name?"
Before I could reply my guardian spoke on my behalf, "His name is Young, your Highness."
Stunned by my Valet's royal address I looked at him speechless while he continued, "Sir, my charge is at your service. Shall I leave the two of you and wait outside?"
My bidder spoke arbitrarily, "Stay! I'll like you to do me a favor."
Andy answered, "How may I be of service, your Highness?"
"Oh, you don't have to be so formal. Address me as P. I know you are looking after Young and the Wazir told me the two of you are lovers. I like to watch you make love to this bacch��. It'll arouse me greatly," announced the Arab.
Before Andy could respond, P. motioned me to sit by his side. Sitting close, he bends towards my neck and inhaled my adolescent aroma deeply, as if savoring the sweetness of a newborn. Whispering softly in my ear he uttered, "Ahh! The intoxicating beauty of youth as described by the prophet: 'Round about them will serve, to them, boys (handsome) as pearls well-guarded' (Koran 52:24)." Gently nibbling my earlobes he eased his thirsty lips down my neck before sinking in his pearly fangs as if drawing delicious nectar like a honey bee. Intoxicated by my Master's vampire guise, shocks of electric currents vibrated down my arching spine; I willingly offered my bacch�� innocence to this erotic aristocrat for his inerrant enjoyment. French kisses filled my urgent provocation as his desires rendered me helpless, and Andy's tantalizing riposte replaced my bidder's sweet attraction. Laying me on the loveseat, P.'s obsessive glare stirred my uninhibited longing for my lover's unbridled manhood. Willingly I surrendered to my lover's sensuality before his consecrated erection encased me in a cocoon of sacramental love. As our glowing auras merged into a halo of sexual unity bonding our sacred Eucharist, igniting a fiery passion of unimaginable bliss and filling our bodies with flowing essence of milky love. P. the voyeur, sat enamored, watching a love story unfold that was as old as the creation of man.
Seduced by our tantalizing nakedness, my bidder dared himself to enter our homoerotic realm ��� a realm that defied time and space and only Divine Providence was left to forfeit active participation. Nothing but our lustful releases could satisfy our overwhelming genital hunger; when the cocks crowed treis, we savored our afterglow from the rising sun. This Bacha Bazi was a splendid reminder of Mario, Andy and me floating on a private gondola in Venezia's Grand Canal. I was already infatuated with my bidder before morning broke.
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
Website: http://aharemboysaga.com/wp/
Pinterest: http://bit.ly/1IDX5DP
UK Amazon: http://amzn.to/1DkHC8v
US Amazon: http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY
"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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January 1, 2016
Lavender Fields by Raegyn Perry
Raegyn Perry
Author
Raegyn (pronounced Reagan) Perry is thrilled to share her debut novel, Lavender Fields, with readers. This is the first book in the Eternal Journey Series. It asks the question,
���What if love found the right people, at the wrong time?���
With the inspiration coming from a true family story, and having found the uninhibited time to write, a story of unequaled love and desperate circumstances was born.
When not writing, Raegyn is perfectly content curled up with a good book, TV binge watching, or on a fun travel adventure. Also, anyone who knows her knows she loves to dance (a lot!) wherever and whenever possible!
How would she describe Lavender Fields?
It���s a paranormal romance that centers around reincarnation; so it���s basically two romances! The
story is funny, sexy, dark, and raw while being twisted, mysterious, and still somehow romantic.
Raegyn believes readers can connect with her lovers, Connor and Greye, on a few levels. It has the elements of the classic love story: boy meets & gets girl, but it also tackles some real and uncomfortable issues, while introducing characters that anyone can relate to, root for, or despise altogether! Then, throw some odd clues with a helping of paranormal in, and you have a unique take on a timeless aspect of romance. The author hopes so anyway!
For a love even time can���t deny
After Raegyn completes the Eternal Journey Series, she hopes to begin work on another series, which readers can actually catch a glimpse of first within the pages of Lavender Fields.
The beautiful Pacific Northwest state of Washington has been home since 2001. She has one grown son whom she adores. Raegyn is currently working on the second book in the series, Cypress Groves, and as a playwright, she will be investigating options to get her full length stage play produced in the area.
Excerpt:
The Dream
Screams of outrage and pain crashed against the howling wind. Breaking glass followed while a crimson ooze covered the wet ground.
A lingering scent carried on the breeze was swallowed by the night. The orange glow on the horizon turned an ominous dark and the sky rumbled with agitation.
Each time the dream came to her, it was as vivid and profound as before. Through the fog of this dream appeared a hazy universal image. The small, obscure wooden marker at the top of the hill marked a long-forgotten resting place.
Greye had dozed off on the park bench and the haunting dream had come upon her again, as it had so many times in years past. She was never able to understand the nightmare, and it unsettled her still, as an adult. Set in a faraway place and time, there was always something more just beneath the surface��� hinting at an unknown that should somehow be familiar.
Greye couldn���t have known the role this recurring dream would play in her future.
***
Greye looked down to begin writing again when a searing pain shot straight up her leg. She froze in shocked confusion. She grabbed her knee as her eyes blurred with tears. Then she noticed the bright green Frisbee that had smashed into her right kneecap.
The kids were now otherwise occupied, their voices softer and further in the distance. The man was approaching with the Lab in stride. Greye could sense he had stopped in front of her. She heard an anxious and strong, deep voice.
���Oh God, I���m so sorry. Are you OK? I���m so sorry.���
Clutching her throbbing knee with one hand, and wiping her eyes with the other, Greye looked up into his cobalt blues, which were still cringed looking at where his errant disk had landed. Managing to conceal an unexpected sigh, she replied, ���I���m fine, I think. Just wasn���t expecting it.���
She watched as he drew a hand through his dark, short hair. It was a nervous habit she figured. She also noticed the tousled, shiny waves that threatened to end in curls if his hair got much longer.
***
Connor caught an intriguing scent on the wind he thought he remembered, but couldn���t quite place. ���My apologies really. I didn���t expect it to catch that much air.���
As if feeling guilty by association, the golden Lab came and rested its big head on her uninjured leg. When Connor saw the smile she gave his best friend, a warm feeling began to blossom in his chest.
Scratching the dog���s ears, she offered, ���It���s OK, I���ll live. May never walk right, but I���ll live.���
The casual smirk she quickly added had Connor feeling the stricken pallor of his face blush with heat.
���Well, it has to be said, there has been considerable advancement in knee replacement these days. Though I do hope it doesn���t come to that.���
Greye let a soft laugh escape and she countered with, ���I don���t think it will. I���m tough. I���ll forego the surgery, and wear this limp with pride.��� She gently massaged her red and puffy knee.
This time Connor had to laugh. He really liked this pretty woman with the quick and easy comebacks. She appeared to be of mixed race, most likely black and white, with her flawless honey colored complexion. It was those expressive green eyes he found he could get easily lost in. He strongly resisted the urge to touch her soft chin length brown hair, which he noticed, was lit with auburn highlights as it fell in loose waves around a diamond shaped face. He noticed a scar than ran just under her jaw line. Her slender body looked to be in pretty good shape as well.
With a cocky grin, and a small bow he said, ���A battle wound then I most humbly take credit for. Then he added, ���I couldn���t help but notice your perfume. It���s really ��� nice.���
���Thank you. It���s just hand lotion; honey and������
���Lavender,��� he finished. That���s her scent.
She replied, ���It���s honey and lavender, yes.���
December 28, 2015
Creeping Up Softly #masturbationmonday
���There's two of you and one of me,
Whenever we feel like it,
We can be three.
Now, that's an ecstatic expression of love.���
Bernard Tristan Foong
Finally, we arrived at the pond. A beautiful waterfall cascaded from a slope above. It was a perfectly picturesque setting. Suddenly, I felt the urge to go skinny-dipping in this enchanted pool. I tied our horses to a tree, stripped naked and plunged into the refreshing water.
Nikee sat on the grass, enjoying the lazy sunshine slipping in between the leaves of the forest trees creating a chiaroscuro on the forest floor. I was a happy boy, enjoying a delightful afternoon. A stable groom had packed us a warm blanket, in case we stopped for a rest along the way. We spread the blanket and I laid on the woolen tweed next to Nikee, enjoying the beauty of the forest. Looking up at the half hidden afternoon sky, I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment, lost in time. When I turned to look at Nikee, his brilliant greenish blue eyes met my gaze. As he reached over to kiss me on my lips, I closed my eyes to enjoy Nikee's warm embrace. One kiss led to another, and suddenly, Nikee was kissing me passionately. I gave myself to his caresses; his loving hands always seemed to play tricks on my body. His masculinity never failed to send shivers and goose bumps up my spine.
I felt what seemed to be another pair of hands stroking my groin. It was a pleasurable sensation, and I did not want it to end. Though my eyes were closed, the curiosity of wanting to see who the person was prompted me to take a peek. I could only see Nikee's handsome face smiling down at me, as he was leaning on his side, partially on top of me. The pair of massaging hands felt amazing on my naked body. Waves of sensual ecstasy flowed through me. I arched my back towards the delightful caressing hands, which slid underneath my buttocks. I felt a warm mouth encircling my hardness, engulfing it. It didn't feel like Nikee���s sweet lips because Big-Brother's tongue was in my mouth, kissing me. Wave after wave of electrical currents charged through my tense body. I enjoyed these wonderful feeling, wanting everything to continue. I could feel my sweet boyish scent being inhaled. The pair of masculine hands held me, lifted me. His hardness inquired, probing me.
When I finally opened my eyes I saw a handsome naked male figure kneeling between my splayed legs. Andy. The good-looking senior rower from Kipling Society, whom I met when Nikee took me on my campus tour. Andy had smiled and winked at me a couple of times that day, before Big-Brother and I left the rowing team to their practices. Being a naive junior, it didn't register that his wink was a flirtatious signal. I thought he was just being nice and friendly.
Nikee's mesmerizing eyes stared into mine, assuring me that everything was all right, under control, and that I need not be alarmed by Andy's presence.
With both mouths caressing me, the sensual stimulation was extremely delightful. I didn't want them to stop. Nikee undressed while Andy moved to kiss me, licking and planting sweet kisses on my closed eyes and earlobes. His sinewy rower's body was on top of mine, pressing his hardness against mine. I felt Nikee's sensual breath between my thighs, licking and kissing my pressing roundness below.
These sensations were too electrifying. I wanted to taste Andy's masculinity and stoke his erectness as I often did with Nikee. Reading my thoughts, Andy lifted himself to a straddling position, over my chest, feeding me his engorged manhood, while Big-Brother was simultaneously doing the same to my boyhood. My hands reached to caress Andy's muscular physique. I felt his taut definition. My groans of pleasure encouraged his hardness; he thrust deep into my throat. The alpha muskiness of his groin was intoxicating, sending me over the edge. Big-Brother leaned forward, sharing my creamy wetness which was trickling down the sides of his lips.
Andy flipped me onto my stomach, spit in my opening, and eased into the core of my being. I tilted my pelvis upward, to receive him; I wanted his hardness inside me. Big-Brother���s kisses in my mouth were soon replaced with his stiffness. Their synchronized movements brought them to the inevitable. Their ecstatic cries came simultaneously as they released their manly liquids inside me. Their love penetrated deep into my being, flowing unceasingly into the very center of my soul. It was pure ecstasy! Eventually their heaving slowed, subsiding to gentle moans before they lay next to me, one Big-Brother on each side. They gave me gentle loving kisses as we dozed into a lazy embracing slumber.
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
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What a reviewer says...
5-stars: Eye opening and sometimes mind blowing!! Read it!
By Tina Schor
First, I must tell you that I don't read a lot of books, but something about this book intrigued me. First of all it's a true life story. Now, after reading the first book of the series "A Harem Boy's Saga" I anxious to read the next one which I just purchased. This memoir made me realize just how big our world really is, and no matter how much you've done, traveled, or experienced, there's always something to learn, something bigger, something our minds never even thought about or knew existed. It's fascinating to learn about how love, sex, and culture, can be so different, and what some cultures view as wrong, for others it's normal and accepted. Not to sound clich��, but, one should never judge a book by it's cover or brief introduction. It's sometimes hard to believe that the author experienced so much at such a young age; but then again, it was a different time and culture, so keep that in mind. I encourage you to look beyond the sexual parts and get to know the very real people that this story is about. Thank you Bernard for helping me step out of my comfort zone. You've helped see the world and it's people in a whole new way.
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December 27, 2015
A Loving Tryst #ScintillatingSunday
"Love and magic have a great deal in common.
They enrich the soul,
Delight the heart,
And they both take practice."
Nora Roberts
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A Loving Tryst
is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young
Video trailer for UNBRIDLED http://bit.ly/1CqXmCP
Excerpt:
Oscar, my temporary ���big brother��� had spent the night with me before my departure to London and Europe. It had been a sad parting since we disliked the thought of not seeing each other for the next few weeks. We did our best to keep ourselves in good spirits when we said our goodbyes the following morning. As much as Oscar did not welcome the idea of spending our holidays separately and me going with my Valet, he donned a brave face and wished me an enjoyable vacation; reminding us that I would be on his mind throughout our time apart. As much as I wanted to spend the holidays with Oscar, I had responsibilities to fulfill: spending a little time in London with Uncle James and the rest of the 2 and half weeks with Andy, and visiting our professor friends, Ludwig and Oberon, in Baden W��rttemberg, Germany. I had also promised Andy to visit his parents in Vaduz, on Christmas and Boxing Day.
The evening after my saviors rescued me from the horrific clutches of the robbers, we had spent the night sleeping together on the same bed. None of my 3 'bears' wanted me alone. I was petrified during the frightening assault and was glad my protectors were next to me on either side as if they were guarding a precious jewel. Andy had washed and cleaned me in a hot bath before wrapping his cozy red and black checked flannel bathrobe around my shivering body. He tucked me between Ludwig, Oberon and him in the king-size bed. Sandwiched between my 3 sexy 'bears,' their warmth radiating from their naked bodies, I felt safe. Wrapped in Andy's hairy chest a peaceful loving sensation fell across my tired eyes before sensual and sexual thoughts began drifting through my mind. The evening's excitements were too terrifying and I was lucky to be saved by these 3 hunky angels now keeping watch, holding and caring for my safety. Their masculinity aroused as I held tightly onto my lover while his intoxicating scent drifted up my nostrils. Before long my Valet had lowered his face to mine, gently kissing my longing lips and desiring mouth. Surrendering to his loving touch, I was grateful for his protection.
Oberon lay against my back, his muscular hands wrapped around my slender waist, and his palms began inching towards my throbbing erection. His blonde pubic hair gliding against my backside, I couldn���t resist tilting my lower back towards my rescuer's groin, his erection sliding against my opening. Feeling his breath on the back of my neck, he stuck his tongue out and lapped at my ear lobes. The erotic sensations were too tantalizing for the three of us. Turning on my back, I offered access to Oberon���s wet lips, nibbling on my ears. Moving slowly down my left nipple the blonde angel munched, licked and ate at my tiny nob until it resembled a little ripe cheery on top of a delicious cake.
Andy, imitating the blonde's actions on my other side, caused me to moan in rapturous ecstasies in the quiet night. Ludwig, having lowered himself between my legs, was busy lapping, eating and nibbling at my globes before plunging his mouth on my straining erection. Delighted to repay my saviors, I gave myself willingly to their loving caresses. That night, the ���bears��� and I took turns making love with each other, happily surrendering to each other���s tantalizing touches, not wanting these ecstatic sensations to end. We copulated many times over until the wee hours before succumbing to sleep in each other's embrace. I was indeed the luckiest boy at Das Jagdhaus that winter���s evening.
We did not leave the comfort of the bed until late afternoon. The beauty of our endless lovemaking was too invigorating to get out of bed to into the cold of T��bingen city for nourishment. But our tummies needed feeding, so we reluctantly left the comfort of the King and showered together under a blanket of warm tinkling water in our host's spacious bathroom. The closeness of our nakedness was too irresistible for us not to make love again. The entanglements of our body parts too titillating to forgo another intimate session, and we continued where we left off on the King.
It seems I could never repay my saviors enough. Longing to please every part of their enticing bodies, I went to town sucking and suckling their engorged ���lollipops,��� which were pointing at my face. Each mouthful was as yummy as the next. We took turns wrapping our lips and mouths on each other���s length, savoring every drop of our oozing liquid while warm aqua rained down our dripping heads. None of us wanted these intoxicating simulations to end as we rotated in front of each other, savoring the human ���bratwurst��� delicacies offered us. Leaning against the shower wall, I gave myself to my angels; tilting my longing sex towards their engorged organs as they mounted their faun with passionate devotions. Before long they were sowing their juicy seeds within my sweet offering. I wanted them, I needed them and I loved them; I was eager to reward my heroes with love and gratitude for their unwavering grace.
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
Website: http://aharemboysaga.com/wp/
Pinterest: http://bit.ly/1IDX5DP
UK Amazon: http://amzn.to/1DkHC8v
US Amazon: http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY
"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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December 24, 2015
An interview with Author Marcia Carrington
Author: Marcia Carrington
Latest/current work: EARLE���S GRAND DESPAIR
Released Date: November 12, 2015
Young: Tell us about your Latest Book? Release Date? And can you give us a teaser?
Marcia Carrington (M.C.): Thank you so much for having me on your blog today Bernard.
My latest release, EARLE���S GRAND DESPAIR, is a Christmas romance novelette which was released on November 12, 2015. Here���s the synopsis for readers:
Earle Kramer visits Enchante restaurant awaiting the arrival of his fianc��e Bonita, primed to announce some wonderful news to her. When Bonita leaves Earle via cell phone text message, he is devastated, and does not know what to do. Another patron at the restaurant that same evening experiences a similar predicament to Earle.
Ria Carnette is also left in the lurch by her fianc�� Alain, who does not show up at all at the restaurant. She later discovers a letter from Alain regarding their separation at home, which leaves her heartbroken.
The plights of Earle and Ria are viewed with sympathy by caring Enchante restaurant owner Harland, who does his best to encourage Earle and Ria to get together, seeing their mutual, if tentative interest in one another. Will Harland's best attempts to connect Earle and Ria fail, or will his intuition about their compatibility prove wonderfully correct?
Young: What other books/short stories have you written?
M.C.: I have written nineteen other works, ranging from a full-length YA novel, THE GREAT HIGH SCHOOL LOVE GAME, to novellas such as HARVEY HANDSOME, BRANDY���S SUMMER IDOL and MARK���S PASSIONATE HEART, to novelettes such as PATRICIA���S HOLIDAY AFFAIR and BLAKE���S HIGH SCHOOL REUNION. I���ve also written short stories such as THE ADVENTURES OF MRS BROWING and MANDY���S DREAM BEAU, to name a few.
Young: Do you publish in e-book, print, or both?
M.C: I only publish in e-book form at this time, but may branch out into print at a later stage.
Young: Where can readers find your books?
M.C.: My books are available on e-book websites Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes and Noble, I-Tunes, and Kobo.
Young: Where and how can readers get in touch with you?
M.C.: Readers can contact me on Twitter, on Goodreads, or through my blog.
Young: So with your latest work released, what comes next? What can we expect from you in the future?
M.C.: I am currently working on books for 2016. HEARTBREAKER is a romance novella due to be released in February 2016, and my next book, cozy mystery novelette, MAXWELL SLADE HAS VANISHED, is coming in April 2016. I am proposing to release six books in 2016, a mixture of romance novelettes, with at least one comedy-romance amongst these.
Young: Do you have a set schedule for writing or do you just go with the flow?
M.C.: I actively aim to write something every day, and if I can���t write more of a manuscript, I try to at least work on a blog post, or something else related to my writing.
Young: What is your routine once you start writing a book?
M.C.: I always have an outline of the book, which is quite detailed, and can be broken into chapters if I feel it will assist me. With new books, I try to write a rough draft of the book over the course of 3-4 weeks, or longer, it depends upon the material. After a break of, say, a few weeks, where I may be writing or editing another book, I revisit the book, and begin the process of refining the manuscript. Generally I do up to six courses of editing, where I may add chapters, scenes, or characters if I feel they add depth and resonance to the story. Once I���m happy with the final product, I begin the process of preparing it for publication, and often utilize a beta reader where practicable.
Young: Among your own books, have you a favourite book? Favourite Hero or Heroine?
M.C.: I have an especial affinity for MAN ON A MOTORBIKE, the upcoming HEARTBREAKER, and EARLE���S GRAND DESPAIR, although I love all my books. They all deal with characters finding true soulmates even in the face of broken relationships, tragedy, and whatever else life can throw at them.
Marcia Carrington Book Links:
*Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Marcia-Carringt...
*Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/vi...
*Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/%22Ma...
*I-Tunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/ma...
*Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/search?Qu...
Marcia Carrington Links:
*Twitter http://twitter.com/MarCarring
*Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
*Marcia���s Book Talk http://marciasbooktalk.wordpress.com/
*Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/marcarring/
Young: Have you ever experienced Writer's Block? If so how did you work through it?
M.C.: I have years ago, but not since I have been writing. When I had it, looking back, I believe it was from tiredness, and not establishing a good routine/timetable for life, and writing. The body can become drained if adequate rest is not achieved, which I am always trying to maintain. Also, keeping active, and eating a proper diet, are another helpful way to assist creativity, and hence, disallow the development of writer���s block, I feel.
Young: Who are some of your favourite authors to read?
M.C.: I love indie authors and the magnificent material that is produced. I loved James Joyce���s books, Judith Krantz is another great writer, Nietzsche, so esoteric���there are so many authors, I could go on for hours on end!!
Young: Anything else you'd like to tell our readers?
M.C.: I love coffee, chocolate, and have a terrible weakness for sweets such as cheesecake which may not be good for the teeth, but are a pleasure to the palate!
Young: Lastly do you have any words of encouragement for unpublished writers?
M.C.: To take the plunge, and give writing a try. If you feel that you want to delve into fictional worlds, and it���s something that absorbs, consumes, and makes you happy, then go for it. As the saying goes, you don���t know until you try, and no one knows everything the minute they release their first book. It���s a journey, different for everyone, and how we see it, and work through it. One has to be mindful that it���s not easy, but very emotionally enriching, and satisfying, to see readers enjoy your works, and want to read more of your books.
Marcia Carrington Links:
*Twitter http://twitter.com/MarCarring
*Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
*Marcia���s Book Talk http://marciasbooktalk.wordpress.com/
*Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/marcarring/
Marcia Carrington Book Links:
*Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Marcia-Carringt...
*Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/vi...
*Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/%22Ma...
*I-Tunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/ma...
*Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/search?Qu...
December 21, 2015
Elebe #masturbationmonday
���Men are wise in proportion, not to their experience, but to their capacity for experience.���
George Bernard Shaw
It was a liberating feeling to be on my own. Since entering boarding school, I had never been alone, except for the one time when Andy flew with Ramiz to bring Ubaid back to Dubai from Florence. But then I had Husni to keep me company while my guardian was away. Now, I was allowed an hour alone. What did I do but stand, watching naked partiers frolic while tapping my feet to the cadence of the disco music.
I was enjoying dancing to my own rhythm with my eyes closed. I did not notice the man twirling in front of me until I opened my eyes and returned to reality. He had a naughty Cheshire grin on his face, which resembled an attractive feline���s. He stared at me but said nothing. His gaze never left my eyes or my body. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable when Vittorio danced to my side. ���Young, where���s your bodyguard?��� he asked.
���Andy was with Argos when I left them a moment ago.��� I answered.
���This is Elebe; he���s one of my regular models.��� The artist shouted over the loud music. I extended my hand to shake his; instead, he bent over and gave me a lingering bear hug. I could feel his penis stirring under the heat of his perspiring body. He did not let go of me but continued squeezing me affectionately. I tried pulling away, but the man would not let his grip loosen. His phallus, now erect, was pressing against my torso. I looked to Vittorio for succor. The artist gave me a wicked grin, said nothing and disappeared off into the crowd. My heart thumped wildly. The model gripped my hand, pulling me away from the maddening crowd. I found Elebe���s naughty-boy machismo tantalizing, yet I wasn���t sure if I should go with this guy. Would Andy send a search party out for me if I didn���t return within an hour? I was torn between staying and moving. Elebe made the decision for me. The model lifted me onto his broad shoulders and carried me to a quieter section of the beach. He deposited me on a sand dune. My heart was racing in anticipation of what was to happen.
Elebe lay on top of me as our lips met in desirous kisses. I could smell his intoxicated breath as he explored my oral orifice urgently. His bad-boy demeanor aroused me tremendously. The model���s demanding sensuality was different from Oscar and Andy���s love-making. Eager to traverse the rawness of his coitus, I surrendered to his actions. His excitement leaked onto my belly as he slid our hardness against our pressing torsos. This liaison stimulated my libido to a state of heightened loftiness I had never experienced before. My erection sandwiched itself between his ass cheeks while he straddled to keep me pinned on the ground. Spitting a wad of saliva onto his palm, Elebe smothered it into his anal opening. My length was guided into his compliant orifice as he cried pleasurably. The young man began gliding back and forth on my yearning rod. The sensation was too titillating for me to forgo as the model bounced on my throbbing phallus. It was a sensation I had never experienced ��� I had always been a passive recipient. Now the reverse was happening to me and I opened myself to this new experience. I spread Elebe���s buttocks open and pounded into his being unyieldingly; causing him to groan in ecstasy.
Flipping the model onto his stomach, I entered the man���s behind, riding him furiously at times and slowly at others. I wanted my newfound ecstasy to last. I didn���t want this erotic sensation to end, and time moved more quickly than I had ever felt before. I could not hold off my orgasm any longer. Just as I was about to ejaculate, Elebe let out a series of rapturous roars as he shot his passive fury onto the powdery sand. I poured my rhapsodic deposits into his hungry cavity before slumping onto the man���s back, heaving into him my final residue before my subsidence eased out involuntarily from his receiving orifice.
Elebe stuck his finger inside his being, scooping up the remaining nectar that had been lodged between his cheeks. He savored the last of my sediment to his lips like a thirsty feline lapping on water. The model consumed every drop of my delirious seed before turning onto his back to share my tastiness with me in a lingering French kiss.
For the first time in my young life, I felt empowered, as if I could do more than I ever could. I liked my role as an Eraste. I promised myself that I would share this newfound experience with my guardian and lover when the opportunity arose for me to test my strength again.
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; a memoir by Young (series)
Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 14 months running.
Email: young@aharemboysaga.com
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Simply Wow!
5 stars review
By Racquel on December 14, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition
I really liked this adventure! Synopsis - We return to the story of a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society and was taken to the Middle East. Volume III of the memoir continues with the love story between the boy and his mentor and we now find ourselves at the third harem of which he becomes a part of���the Quwah, the household of a prince.
Now the boy and Andy, his ���valet��� are confidantes to the prince and assistants in ���Carousel��� an international dance club project as well as a photography plan, ���Sacred Sex in Sacred Places.��� This is not fiction but the memoirs of the boy and they will eventually cover seven volumes. Now that he is located in the household of the royal palace, he has a chance to learn more than ever before. On the other hand, he finds himself in some really uncomfortable situations and gets caught in them. He also comes into contact with some less than favorable characters.
What many may not realize is that this the true story of the author���s own experiences and while we, in the West, may deem what he went through to be taboo and horribly inappropriate, we must understand that there are places in the world today where people actually participate in activities that are unrelated to us here. There are affairs that rob one of personal freedom and there are many places where sex and love do not go hand-in-hand. I admire the author���s bravery in putting this out there for the world to see.
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December 19, 2015
Our Last Evening Together #ScintillatingSunday
" Electric arrows flashed, traversing our bodies.
Rainbows of color struck our eyelids
While foams of music fell over our ears.
It was the gong of our simultaneous orgasm."
Anais Nin
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Our Last Evening Together
is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young
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Excerpt:
Andy, Oscar and me, lay on the king, each of us feeling the strain of our lover���s imminent departure. I, sandwiched between my ���big brothers��� held onto Oscar���s waist while Andy held mine. It seems our minds drifted in the same direction ��� sex, one of love���s many manifestations.
I felt my Valet���s groin stir as his palms cupped my scrotum. He began inching his fingers towards my sex, gently stroking me to erection. I performed the same action for my other lover, whose back was pressing against my chest and torso, as mine was on Andy���s.
I could feel my Valet���s intoxicating breath on the side of my neck as he began nibbling my ear. I imitated his actions on my BB, causing him to moan, desiring more. Oscar leaned his body sideways for my easy access. I planted a lingering kiss on his inviting lips. Andy glided his hardness against by derriere, stimulating my stiffness to unimaginable longing. I was happy with my newly discovered role as an active partner, and this was a perfect opportunity for me to again be a ���top.��� I wanted to give Oscar���s behind a try. I knew he would be open to receiving me, unlike sturdy Andy, who would never relinquish his masculinity. My Valet, a sworn top, was attracted to me because I was his eromenos and would always remain so in his eyes. Our idiosyncratic roles suited us, but with my newfound excitement, I wanted to experience uncharted territories. My ���big brother��� lover was the consummate partner, since his bottom was tilting sensually at my engorgement. Andy wasted no time gyrating against my backside. He knew I would never refuse him entry. He firmly acknowledged that I would always be ���his boy��� in our relationship.
My bulbousness, sticky with natural lubrication, was knocking at Oscar���s door. He was aware that I could not hold off my exhilaration any longer, he guided me inside him. Rapturously I eased into his willing orifice, his tightness wrapped round me. The tantalizing sensation was too provocative; I found myself pushing all the way into his being. Just then, I felt the tip of Andy���s arousal easing into my core. This double entry was a sensation I had never felt before. This invigoration elevated my sensuality to a virgin level, driving me to insanity.
Andy wasted no time to stroke into my person. He recognized my passion and I his. Our union presided before we were aware of our individual needs. Our love had no boundaries except our hearts��� desires for each other���s blissful attainment.
As we voyaged towards our eventual release, I was transported on a tantric journey that Dr. Henderson had taught me so eloquently about at the Bahriji. His words rang in my head, ���Tantra is an ecstatic consciousness and a spiritual awareness of one���s erotic nature. Its sexuality is a dimension of spiritual growth, in every moment of our embodied lives. It is the Supreme flow of the sacred life force, the Sacred Trinity of Love.��� The three of us were experiencing ���Maithuna,��� the realization of the void in all things. We were attaining enlightenment and perpetual bliss; we were in nirvana through our act of unselfish loving.
"Electric arrows flashed, traversing our bodies. Rainbows of color struck our eyelids while foams of music fell over our ears. It was the gong of our simultaneous orgasm," as described so fluently by Anais Nin in her erotic book, Delta of Venus.
My palm, covered with Oscar���s seed, was overflowing onto the king; my deposits, released into my lover���s hollow, lay buried as a remembrance of our triplet love. Andy���s forceful surrender shot deep in my heaving soul, reminding me that my benefactor had filled me with his unconditional love once again. His ponderous breathing on my tender neck told me that he would soon reclaim my love for himself. He and he alone would always be here for me.
We did not release our hold until our heightened consciousness induced us into states of hypnagogic hallucinations. Only then did we separate.
From the back cover:
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 seven volume series.
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: http://aharemboysaga.com/wp/
Pinterest: http://bit.ly/1IDX5DP
UK Amazon: http://amzn.to/1DkHC8v
US Amazon: http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY
5.0 out of 5 stars Addicted to this series
By ocmdVINE VOICE on July 3, 2015
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I loved the first two books in the Harem Boy���s Saga and I devoured book three just as eagerly. Debauchery is a seamless transition in the author���s amazing journey, and I admit I am now addicted to this series. Correspondence in 2012 supplements the story as Young relates his experiences and feelings in 1967. He was a young boy when he flew to London to meet his beloved Valet, Andy. They���d been apart for eight weeks, and they missed each other desperately. Once they were together again, they could not wait to give in to their passion. Their reunion captivated me. I became totally involved with the characters and emotionally invested in their story. The journey moves on to the French Riviera, and other exotic locations that are so well described, I felt like I was there. Young and Andy become part of a royal household and all the joy and sadness of their taboo lifestyle is related with honesty and in a wonderfully engaging style. Knowing the story was true only made it more compelling. There was no way I could put it down. Kudos to the author for letting us share his journey of self-discovery.
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