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Published on December 17, 2015 13:36

December 14, 2015

A Celebration of Love #masturbationmonday

"No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in today.

No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present little instant."

Fra Giovanni Giocondo

It was close to midnight when I walked to my room. Nikee was still at the celebration, dancing the night away, chatting up the female students from Hattonfield Abbey. I wanted some solitude and a chance to catch a breath of fresh, night air. It was hot and stuffy inside the Hall. I wanted to chill on my own for a while. It was the dead of winter and the night sky was beautifully lit by a full moon. Although the air was slightly chilly, it wasn't damp or cold like England usually is during the winter and early spring months. Maybe I had danced too vigorously, but coming out of the heated Hall into the refreshing night air was such a wonderful relief. It was one of those rare evenings, where peace, calmness and serenity reigned supreme. The gods had created the midnight sky with such brilliance and beauty that it seemed a shame to retire to the four walls of my dorm room. I decided to continue walking towards the boathouse by Swan Lake where I sat quietly, drinking in the enchanted evening.

I sat on the wooden pier absorbing the beauty that surrounded me. My mind couldn't resist wondering what my future had in store. Deep in concentration, I felt a hand touch me on my shoulder. Turning around, I found Nikee standing behind me. Surprised to see him, I asked why he left the party and how he knew I was by the boathouse. He did not reply to any of my questions. Instead, he lifted his index finger to my lips, indicating that he wished for me to be quiet. I kept still; he did not utter a word. Kneeling beside me, he turned my head towards him and kissed me, full on my lips.

Taken by surprise, I did not move a muscle. His tongue pried opens my lips, exploring my emotions of longing. I had dreamed of this for months. He was doing exactly what I had yearned for, but I wasn't expecting it. I didn't think my longing would ever be fulfilled.

Not releasing his grip, he held me closer than he had before. His tongue continued probing my mouth until I received him willingly. I had ached for his passionate kisses and now it was happening. Yet, I was afraid. I held onto him breathing in his intoxicating masculine essence. My mouth opened in response to his passionate determination. Lifting me to a standing position, Nikee held my head with his strong hands, drawing me closer to him, wanting me to return his loving desire. His kisses sent electricity coursing through every cell of my body, drawing me to him like the gravitational force of the Sun. I had no choice but to give myself willingly to this bewildering experience. His beautiful bluish-green gaze never left my eyes. This reminded me of his tender love during my fit of jealousy early in the school year, over John. Under the silvery moon, I felt his fiery arrows bursting through my soul again, filling me with liquid honey between my longing thighs. Nikee, my Big Brother frightened me in many ways; his loving actions and stare bewitched me completely, melting my boyish body into his masculine embrace.

Finally, he released his grip, telling me to sit and wait while he went into the boathouse to gather some warm blankets and towels for us. As we stood by the lake, he began to slowly unbutton my dress shirt, placing his hands on my naked body, caressing my soft skin. Slowly he reached his hands below, caressing my hardness beneath the fabric of my pants, unzipping my trousers and letting them drop to the ground. I could feel the chilly air brush against my naked skin, but with Nikee's warm body next to mine, the chill dissipated into the night sky. I slowly undressed him, just as he had undressed me, until we were both nearly naked with only our white briefs between us. He reached into my briefs and began stroking my erect boy-hood, sending sparks of electric currents coursing up and down my naked body. I reached into his briefs to touch his manhood, which was ready to be unleashed from its confines.

Suddenly he took my hand and plunged us into Swan's icy water! As I came up for air, Nikee lifted me out of the water and wrapped us in warm towels. Taking off my wet underwear, he dried our bodies before wrapping us in the warm woolen blankets he had laid on the grass. My spinning uncertainty was starting to slow down after being submerged in the cold water. Everything looked clearer than ever. We sat by the water's edge, admiring the tranquility of the night in a warm embrace. He turned my face to him and continued where he left off, planting his longing kisses on my accepting mouth. This time, his tongue moved downwards towards my tiny nipples. Playing, circling and teasing the tips to erection, this stimulation aroused me, arching my body towards his strong arms which supported the small of my back. Feeling his warm body next to mine, I gave in to his every wish. His kisses were soft and gentle, biting, teasing and caressing. Our hardness stirred between the nakedness of our thighs. The more intense his adoration, the further aroused we became. My hands touched his strong muscular V-shaped back, stimulating my hardness to release stickiness onto my belly. Big Brother reached his fingers to my groin, feeling my excitement pressed against his masculinity. His fingers scooped my wetness for us to taste, driving me insane with sexual ecstasy as he lunged his tongue back into my mouth, I could taste my sweet salty liquid mixed with his saliva; it was delicious! His hard muscled buttocks moved in rhythm to my continual pleasure, rocking us into Oneness.

He leaned above me so I could inhale the essence of his groin. His muskiness drove me wild. I opened my mouth to draw him in. His hardness plunged deeply into my mouth, unrelentingly. I wanted him pushing and pulsating in me. Lifting himself to a push-up position, he fed me his hardness, withdrawing occasionally for me to taste the muskiness below his erect length. He lifted my legs to his shoulders, spit into my virginity, and prepared my opening with his sweet saliva before easing himself inside the very depths of my being. I surrendered to this bliss.

Tonight, I was finally his and I knew he wanted this to last. I was in heaven! My head was whirling as if the beauty of the Aurora Borealis had descended upon Swan Lake. The indescribable ecstasy sent shivers and goose bumps over my young body. We rocked back and forth steadily to a rhythmic slow love dance. I didn't want this wonderful sensation to end. Seeming to know my thoughts, he continued our dance in slow motion. We became one with the universe. Nothing else mattered except the fusing of our souls into a single loving entity. Finally, our bodies could no longer stave off the inevitable. I involuntarily released, covering my belly with a wetness that slid off my slim waist and trickled onto his muscular thigh. The excitement was too much for him to hold out any longer. With a loud moan he gave himself to me, releasing deep within my core being.

Our moans and groans merged into a solidified oneness throughout the course of our union. His body jerked with intensity as he pushed his masculinity deeper into me, a gift I was only too happy to receive. I wanted his love to fill every part of me. We kissed for a long time after making love, not wanting the night to end.

That night, we sealed our union many times over before the wee hours of dawn greeted us. After jumping into the cold water to wash, we dressed and sneaked back to our room.

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.

An amazing story of sexual awakening

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What a reviewer says...

5 stars: By OCMD "bookworm"VINE VOICE

Format: Kindle Edition

It��s been a long time since I read an autobiography that captivated me from the first page. Once I started reading, I could not put the book down. It��s such an intimate and detailed look into a lifestyle we rarely get to see. Young��s coming of age story begins before his birth, when his mother who desperately wanted a daughter begins collecting dolls and feminine clothes for her unborn child. She gives birth to a ten-pound boy who did not conform to society��s norm as he grew up. But, the author says, it wasn��t his mother who ��sissified�� him, it was nature. As an adolescent, Young is sent to a boarding school in England where he is recruited into a secret fraternity. He travels to another country, is educated in the art of love and seduction, and becomes a willing member a harem. This is a long, well-written and emotional account of a life. An amazing story of sexual awakening, with interesting characters and exotic locations. Well worth a read, no matter your sexual orientation. I will be reading the next in the series.

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Published on December 14, 2015 00:29

December 12, 2015

Down By The River #ScintillatingSunday

��There is never a time or place for true love.

It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat,

In a single flashing,

Throbbing moment.��

Sarah Dessen

Down By The River

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

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Excerpt:

Veiled in layers of colored chiffon, a harem dancer slowly emerged into the fiery circle of spectators. Unlike the night of Bacha Bazi, where the audience was predominantly rambunctious and male, tonight's affair was impassively dignified, although sensuality prevailed to the provocation of Allah's paradise; promising an abundance of Houris to serve the desires of any believing Muhammadans. As the harem dancer methodically proceeded to unveil herself, she was greeted with joyous clapping and beating drums as she performed in front of our honoree guest. Like an obedient slave she discarded each liveried veil revealing her vulnerability like a tribute to his Royal Highness. As her final veil fluttered to the ground, the dancer was no other than Anya's ��big sister�� Dominique, prostrated before The Prince as if in supplication. The audience applauded loudly as showers of Bahraini dinars came raining down onto the girl, covering her from top to toe with monetary gratuities. Lifting his hand, The Prince assisted Dominique to her feet before thanking her for an enchanting performance.

As the crowd cheered accolades in Dominique's direction, my discerning eyes noticed Mais and Naira were missing. The places where the sisters sat were now vacant. Wondering where the siblings had disappeared to, I noticed the shadows of their dark abayas almost imperceptibly rounding into the dark periphery of the outer circle. As much as I wanted to mind my own business, my inquisitiveness got the better of me. On the pretext of going to the boys�� room, I excused myself from the company of his Royal Highness and followed at an inconspicuous distance.

The women snuck to the river embankment as I hid incognito behind several date trees. Naira left her sister to proceed alone to the water's edge. Acting as Mais's unobtrusive attendant, she vigilantly kept watch, making sure nobody came near to witness what was soon to transpire. I spied with intrigue. What happened thereafter was most unconventional if discovered; indignation would surely loom large within the Sekham household and the entirety of their Islamic community �� an image I dared not meticulously contemplate for the sake of these two beautiful people and their family's social standing.

Out of the bushes jumped a figure in the likeness of Tahu, the photographer's assistant. Before I could blink, Mais and her secret beau were clinging closely, steeped in passionate embrace, progressing to intimate caresses before flames of fiery passion soared high scorching their smoking garments until nakedness took precedent in the stifling heat. The lovers rocked their cooing lullabies in this chilly night, barely concealing their unhurried coitus under the brilliant moon, submerged in a drunken haze of loving existence. As suddenly as they had begun their anthropological incantation, they abruptly ceased in mid-flight; as if struck stiff into a pillar of salt, the youth released his love seed in an agonizing crescendo. Saved by the sounds of distant drumming, their ecstatic moans fell on deaf ears, which would otherwise sparked a search for the place from whence his cries originated. When his mournful groans subsided to whimpering whispers, the lovers plunged into the cooling aqua, washing away all evidences of their invincible love before sadly parting ways from whence they came. This two were my friends, yet they were fatally doomed to convene in secret especially in a country where strict religious laws abated to those that dare break them.

For reasons unfamiliar to me, I slumped to the ground where I stood, uttering a silent prayer, "Please God for the beauty of love I hope their troubles are few."

By the time I returned to my place next to The Prince, Anya was already half way through her performance. Andy and Oscar sat next to Devaj, who was obviously chosen by the Wazir as an escort to a royal envoy, was attending to the needs of his receptive messenger. Andy, noticing my return, longed to sit by my side but formal protocol demanded that he stay a distance. He could do nothing until the appropriate moment when the entertainments ceased could he again chaperone me.

Unlike Dominique, who wore a belly dancing outfit, Anya was fully clothed during her performance. I was positive that bidding for this youthful beauty had commenced in another room by the male royal entourage and the Sekham's men, away from the prying eyes of their women folk.

As the entertainment drew to a close, his Royal Highness leaned across murmuring into my ear, "Young, come to my chambers in an hour."

"Yes, your Highness, I will be there."

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.

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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Published on December 12, 2015 23:30

December 10, 2015

Unexpected Assets by Emily Mims

TITLE �� Unexpected Assets

SERIES �� Texas Hill Country Series

AUTHOR �� Emily Mims

GENRE �� Contemporary Romance

PUBLICATION DATE �� June 2015

LENGTH (Pages/# Words) �� 150 pages

PUBLISHER �� Boroughs Publishing

COVER ARTIST �� Boroughs Art Department

BOOK SYNOPSIS:

After three agonizing years of surgeries and rehab. U.S. Army veteran Jason Donahue is ready to leave the Iraq War in the past and rejoin society. Yet, no matter the success he achieves at work, people wince every time they see him.

Everyone but Emily Riley. From the first, the beautiful redhead looks past his disfigurement and sees him. In return, Jason wants to buy her everything she deserves, starting with her dream home and going from there. Yet Emily has scars of her own, a past she��s not ready to reveal. Only when they both come clean, when they view each other through eyes of trust and love, will they know that, when a good man and a good woman give each other their heart, the two will always have more than enough.

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One digital copy and one print copy of ��Unexpected Assets��

Author's Interview:

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

Emily Mims (E.M.): ��Unexpected Assets�� is part of the Texas Hill Country series and features badly scarred wounded warrior Jason Donahue and his love Emily Riley, both introduced in ��Daughter of Valor��. Emily can see past Jason��s scars to the real man, but she��s keeping a secret from him that has the potential to shatter everything that they share.

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

E.M.: Back in the eighties I wrote eighteen books for Candlelight Ecstasy Romance under the pen name Emily Elliott. After a long hiatus, I started writing again and have just completed the ninth story in the Texas Hill Country series, and am beginning work on a new series set in the Appalachian bluegrass music scene. And Boroughs has re-released three of my backlist in addition to my current work

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

E.M.: Both At this current time, my books, well book is only available in print, but my forthcoming released and the ones lined up after that, are to be in both.

Young: Where can readers find your books?

E.M.: Amazon, Nook, Smashwords, and Allromance

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

E.M.: Telling a fresh story that has not been told countless times before.

Young: How did you get started in writing?

E.M.: I wrote my first book on a dare. I had just thrown a poorly-written romance across the floor and said I could have done a better job. My husband flipped through the book, agreed with me and dared me to do so.

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

E.M.: www.emilymims.com, www.facebook.com/EmilyMimsAuthor, #EmilyMimsAuthor

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

E.M.: My latest book, ��A Gift of Hope�� came out in October. Its sequel will be out soon and has two characters who will be heroes in the upcoming Appalachian series.

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

E.M.: In the original books, not so much. The Texas Hill Country series is set in a small community much like the one where our lake house is located and the characters much like our neighbors and friends there.

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

E.M.: I write in the afternoons and early evening. I don��t write well early in the morning or late at night.

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

E.M.: I am a ��plotter��. I write a detailed plot of the story by chapter, and then sit down with the plot on my work station and write the book from there.

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?

E.M.: I met the love of my life when I was eighteen and accepted his proposal after five days. We have been married now almost forty five years. I taught high school science for thirty nine years and raised two of the finest men you��d ever hope to meet. I play five musical instruments and play in two performing groups. I love Mexican food, traveling, and driving eighty five miles an hour. And I absolutely love to write.

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

E.M.: My favorite book is whatever one I��m working on at that moment. My favorite heroine is probably Angie Baxter of ��Never and Always��. She put up with years of abuse to stay with the child of her heart.

Young: Where do you see yourself in five years?

E.M.: Still writing books and still having fun!

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

E.M.: If I��m portraying someone in a particular profession I interview someone in that profession. I��ve talked to everyone from belly dancers to FBI agents and have gone into a soap maker��s kitchen and learned to make soap. I use the Internet a lot and for all things military I have my Army captain son on speed dial.

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

E.M.: He has a T-shirt that says ��I make love to a romance writer��.

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

E.M.: No, but his sweet and loving personality shows up often in my heroes.

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

E.M.: Thankfully, no.

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

E.M.: I enjoy a number of romance authors, in particular my fellow Boroughs authors. And I never miss a Nora Roberts.

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

E.M.: Thank you all for being our readers! You make it all worthwhile.

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

E.M.: Do not, do not, do not ever let someone tell you that you cannot write a book. If a chemistry teacher from Texas can sell twenty six books and counting, you can too!

EXCERPT:

��Well, that explains it, then,�� Mr. Harrington said.

��Explains what, Mr. Harrington?�� Jason was puzzled and didn��t even try to hide it.

��Why you��re so interested in Emily. She and that money of hers could go a long way toward helping you catch up financially, as you put it.��

Jason felt the blood drain from his head. Emily exchanged a frantic look with her sister. ��I-I��m sorry, sir,�� he stammered. ��What did you say?��

��I said that Emily and that money of hers could go a long way.��

Jason just stared at the old man for a minute. ��What money, Mr. Harrington?��

��Oh, don��t be ridiculous, young man. The trust fund. The Harrington trust fund. She��s bound to have told you about it.��

He lifted his chin and looked the old man in the eye. ��I didn��t know Emily had a trust fund. She��s never mentioned it to me.�� He looked at Emily across the table. ��You��ve never said a word, Emily. Have you?��

AUTHOR BIO:

Author of twenty five romance novels, Emily Mims combined her writing career with a career in public education until leaving the classroom to write full time. The mother of two sons and grandmother of three, she and her husband Charles live in central Texas but frequently visit grandchildren in Tennessee and Georgia. She plays the piano, organ, dulcimer and ukulele and belongs to two performing bands. She says, ��I love to write romances because I believe in them. Romance happened to me and it can happen to any woman-if she��ll just let it.��

AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS:

WEBSITE / BLOG �� http://www.emilymims.com

FACEBOOK �� https://www.facebook.com/EmilyMimsAuthor

TWITTER �� http://www.twitter.com/EmilyMimsAuthor

OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES

Solomon��s Choice �� Full length book

A Gift of Trust �� 45 page lunchbox romance

Welcome Home �� 45 page lunchbox romance

Daughter of Valor �� Full length book

After the Heartbreak �� 45 page lunchbox romance

Unexpected Assets �� 150 page novella (book on tour)

Never and Always �� Full length book

A Gift of Hope �� 150 page novella

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Published on December 10, 2015 15:56

December 7, 2015

Ecstatic Torment #masturbationmonday

"Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear."

Mark Twain

Andy and I wore thobes without any undergarments when we proceeded to my teacher's suite at eleven. When we knocked on the chamber door there was no reply. Andy knocked again but there was no response. As we stood, we could hear some groaning noises faintly, through the doors. My Valet decided that we should creep into the room, unheard.

The sitting room was nearly pitch black. The only light was a dim blue nightlight shining from within the bedroom. We tiptoed towards the bedroom door without making any commotion. The door was partially ajar. The television was playing and I could hear moaning and groaning noises, as if someone was in pain.

Ramiz, lying in bed naked, was busy masturbating while watching a pornographic S & M movie. Completely absorbed, he seemed not to notice us standing in the room, watching him play with himself.

When he discovered we were there, he panicked and tried to cover himself, but my Valet was already pinning him down onto the bed. As the two men struggled, I saw Ramiz purposely allowing my guardian to force him into submission rather than trying to wiggle away from his muscular captor. I also noticed that mu'allmi's cock was extremely aroused during the wrestling.

Andy snatched a pair of handcuffs from the bedside table and cuffed my teacher's wrists to the bedposts, face down. Although Ramiz continued to thrash about, his Master controlled him, binding each of his ankles to an end post of the bed. The victim was now under the control of his handsome, dominating Master. Andy blindfolded his conquest with a piece of black material so he could not see who inflicted the blows.

The Master took a black leather horsewhip from a bedside drawer and began whipping his victim's hairy buttocks. With every wallop, the slave let out a whimpering moan, and his captor commanded him to shut up. He would inflict a tougher punishment if he continued squirming, disobeying his commands.

Andy said in an angry voice, "How many times do I have to tell you not to masturbate or watch those nasty movies?"

Ramiz whimpered, sputtering in a barely audible soft voice, "I'm sorry, Sir! I promise I will not do it again."

With each plea of apology the Master gave his slave lashes on his buttocks until the poor man was sobbing with remorse. Andy motioned for me to go over to my teacher and lay his tearful face on my lap, so I could console the victim with soothing words of love and understanding, telling him that his ordeal would soon be over if he did as his punisher commanded.

Mu'allmi cried for the whipping to stop. "Please, please Master! I'll do whatever you command. Spare me this pain and release me."

"No, you ungrateful man! Allah will never forgive you for your sins." Andy scolded angrily while raining another blow down on the man's naked buttocks, yielding another whimpering yelp.

I continued stroking the slave��s handsome face, consoling him with compassionate words, leaning down to kiss him on his lips and mouth as he endured another wallop on his backside. Ramiz looked so pathetic that my heart genuinely reached out to him.

The more I consoled my teacher, the further I took on the role of the protector, begging my guardian to stop beating him. Yet, Andy was relentless. Severe blows pelted the man��s bottom until it was red and raw from the whipping and spanking. At times, Andy would reach his hand out, to stroke his slave's engorged penis, jerking him nearly to the point of orgasm, then stopping to strike his buttocks again, unrelentingly.

I could tell Ramiz was enjoying all the attention showered upon him from Andy and me. My guardian savored the role of the punisher, and I was the perfect consoler, allowing Ramiz a mouthful of semen from my fountain of youth. I sensually kissed and caressed every inch of Ramiz�� body during his punishment.

By the time we left the Presidential Suite it was almost 3:00 a.m. We were scheduled for an early start to Tuscany that morning. Ramiz seemed deeply satisfied after his punishment. Andy and I were emotionally and physically drained after doing our best to assist Ramiz, who was tangled in remorse, desire and guilt. At least we brought some solace to his tormented soul. We were, indeed, glad we were not in the mu��allmi��s shoes. Despite the wealth, education and career success a man may have, he is unsatisfied without the blessing of true love.

��When love and skill work together expect a masterpiece.��

John Ruskin

From the back cover

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:

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 13 months running.

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

By Wendy Acosta

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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 Bernard.

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December 5, 2015

Under The Cerulean Sky #ScintillatingSunday

��A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.��

Thomas Carlyle

Under The Cerulean Sky

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

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Excerpt:

The azure ocean loomed ahead as we sailed out of Cannes Harbor. I was invigorated to be on the Kahyya��m after 8 months of absence. I reminisced about the first time I sat foot on this luxury yacht while cruising along the tranquil waters of the Mediterranean. Andy had gone below deck to fuss with the luggage and our cabin allocations, while Mary and Alfonzo were spending a quiet moment reading at the rear of the vessel. Oscar was resting in the lounge deck as I stood on the boat��s hull watching the foaming waves glide by. I couldn��t help feeling appreciative and sad all at once.

I was wondering, how on earth did I transform so rapidly from a shy, na��ve and effeminate Kuala Lumpur boy to a well-travelled sophisticated young man within twenty months? I was thankful for all the wonderful people and circumstances that had manifested in my life, especially Andy, my beloved Valet, guardian and lover. I was sad because Oscar, my other lover, ��big brother��, and mentor would be leaving me soon. Like Nikee, he would be forging a life of greener pastures and the chances of us being together would be slim and far between. I missed Oscar even before he was gone.

As I was in deep concentration, I noticed a school of dolphins swimming next to the boat. These beautiful creatures were frolicking without a care in the world, as if inconsistency was an eternity in their lives. I wanted to be like them, to live life freely and explore the vastness of the world.

I was lost in contemplation when a pair of hands reached around my waist. Taken by surprise, I turned to find my ��big brother�� standing behind me. He held onto my waist as if he didn��t want to let me go. I surrendered to his loving embrace as he lowered his head on my shoulder. The warmth of his closeness coursed through my pulsating heart. I leaned against his masculinity as he inhaled my boyishness. Oscar began a slow dance, kissing the side of my neck before progressing to the tip of my earlobe. His intoxicating breath sent shivers down my spine. Time was standing still as I savored this moment of loving tenderness. Turning the side of my face towards him, he kissed my lips, savoring the sweetness. My groin stirred to his tender touch. He moved his hand towards my crotch; slowly and gently he caressed my growing length within the tightness of my fitted jeans.

I cupped my hands behind my lover��s firm buttocks, pressing his hardness against my derriere as we continued our passionate kisses. He reached inside my T-shirt and brushed his nimble fingers against both of my erect nipples. Ecstatic sensuality electrified my being. I relinquished my person to his control. His gyrating motion betrayed him; he desired me there and then. Unzipping my jeans, he reached his palm inside my briefs, massaging my leaking, bibulous head before partaking of my deliciousness from his fingers to my longing oral orifice. We shared my feed between us as we kissed.

He couldn��t wait to yank my jeans and briefs to my knees, exposing my nakedness to the warm, soothing breeze that was caressing against my delicate skin. I reached my hands behind and unbuttoned his pants to let them drop to his ankles. He continued rotating his pelvis against my behind while his quivering length bounced in rhythmic motion to my pinning gyrations. I needed him and he wanted me.

Relinquishing myself to this enticing sensuality, I backed myself against his protrusion. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed a figure observing us from the upper deck. It was my beloved Valet. He stood watch, making sure that I had my alone time with Oscar. I knew my lover��s unconditional love would never disrupt my intimacy with this lover who would soon be leaving our midst. My guardian was allowing me the opportunity to bid my farewell to my BB. Andy was truly one of the most enlightened souls I��ve ever known.

As my mentor stood guard, gazing expectantly from above, my lover knelt between my butt cheeks, kissing them adoringly before delving his tongue deep within my yearning orifice. The electrifying sensation sent tremors through my body. I desired him not to stop. I backed against his face while my hand pushed him towards my craving slit. Wetting my opening with his saliva, he bent me against the railings as he eased himself into the depth of my person. Loosening my passageway for his unbridled entry, I bared my love to my handsome ��big brother��. He glided into my soul, slowly and easily, transporting my spirit to an ecstatic realm of blissfulness. I received him readily. He held tightly onto my slender waist, stroking and caressing my core to euphoric riotousness. At times fast and furious, at other times unhurried and ponderous, he enraptured me in our last dance with ease and grace. We moaned to the spirit songs of the frolicking dolphins that were swimming next to the boat. We were one with god as ��God�� watched approvingly from above deck. I stared into Andy��s beloved eyes, and his unconditional love reached out to both of us as if Zeus was blessing us with his nod. I was at once filled with love for both of them. Andy was making love to me mentally from above. Both lovers were within my mind and my soul simultaneously. I had reached nirvana; the emotional enchantments blew me over the edge. I came without any action on my part. It was as if some magical potion had been sprinkled on my physique, which I had no control over. I spilled onto Oscar��s hand as he strengthened his grip on my washboard stomach. My release was too tantalizing for my lover to withhold his passion much longer. His amorous love filled me with affection that only the three of us had the privilege to experience. My lover stayed in me until his passion subsided, only then did he loosen his grip around my waist. We kissed, and I gazed upon our other lover standing above deck. Andy gave me a loving smile before vanishing from view beyond the setting sun against the deep cerulean sky.

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.

5.0 out of 5 stars Addicted to this series

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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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December 3, 2015

The Magic of Murder by Susan Lynn Solomon

When his partner is discovered in a frozen alley with eight bullets in his chest, Niagara Falls Police Detective Roger Frey swears vengeance. But Detective Chief Woodward has forbidden him or anyone else on the detective squad to work the case. Emlyn Goode knows Roger will disobey his boss, which will cost him his job and his freedom. Because she cares for him more than she��ll admit, she needs to stop him. Desperate, she can think of but one way.

Emlyn recently learned she��s a direct descendent of a woman hanged as a witch in 1692. She has a book filled with arcane recipes and chants passed down through her family. Possessed of, or perhaps by a vivid imagination, she intends to use these to solve Jimmy��s murder before Roger takes revenge on the killer. But she��s new to this ��witch thing,�� and needs help from her friend Rebecca Nurse, whose ancestor also took a short drop from a Salem tree. Also in the mix is a rather hefty albino cat (Elvira detests being called fat). Rebecca��s not much better at deciphering the ancient directions, and while the women and the cat stumble over spell after spell, the number possible killers grows. They��d better quickly come up with a workable spell: when Chief Woodward��s wife is shot and a bottle bomb bursts through Emlyn��s window, it becomes clear she��s next on the killer��s list.

What people are saying

This book pulled me right in. I think it must have been the fact that Susan Lynn Solomon puts her characters first. The story revolves around the murder of a Niagara Falls Police officer�� The adventure that ensues is absolutely entertaining and well-written. It is funny, exciting, and fast-paced. Every character has depth and is��believable. The Magic of Murder is one fun read and is definitely worthy of all 5 stars.

��Frederick Crook, author, Of Knight & Devil

Suspense, humor, compelling characters, a dash of the supernatural dating back to Salem, a powerful sense of place, and Emlyn Goode, a passionate and determined woman new to witchcraft and murder. Susan Lynn Solomon captures both the city of Niagara Falls and its quirkiest resident, an unusual sleuth. The magic of Murder is a winner ad, we hope, only the first appearance of Emlyn Goode.

��Gary Earl Ross, author of Blackbird Rising and the Edgar Award-winning Matter of Inten

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The Magic of Murder

Excerpt

March brought a worse storm than the one we were hit with in December. It seems that��s how we celebrate St. Patrick��s Day around here. When it ended after four days, a reserve unit from the Niagara Falls Air Base declared war on the snow. With military precision, the reservists piled the stuff into dump trucks and carted it to Lake Ontario, Lake Erie, and the Canal. They might have hauled it to the top of the mountains if their trucks�� tires could get enough traction. Since they couldn��t, it appeared as though they shoved what was left to the shoulder of River Road and into my driveway. When I gazed through the kitchen window at gray heaps so high my mailbox was buried, I was certain the dunes would still be there in July. They weren��t, of course. In two days the streets had been plowed and salted, and cars crawled past. Thanks to my neighbor, Roger Frey, even my driveway had been cleared. In Western New York we know how to deal with the white stuff.

My preferred way of dealing with it is to turn up the thermostat and remain inside, comfy and warm. At least until the sun pokes through the clouds. This is why, still in my robe and flannel pajamas with thermal socks pulled up to my knees, I was snuggled on the sofa under my grandmother��s grey wool afghan. I still wondered about the runes Grandma had sewn into the afghan. Maybe one day Rebecca Nurse would find a book to help me interpret them.

From a corner of what had become her wingback chair, the hefty albino cat��Elvira detested it when I referred to her as fat��glared at me. She seemed annoyed I was wasting the morning on a made for TV movie.

��What?�� I said to her.

She rolled her eyes��well, that��s what it looked like to me.

��Give me a break, will you?�� I said. ��I was up half the night writing.��

She snorted.

��What do you mean I didn��t write anything that mattered?��

She tilted her head.

I shifted on the sofa and bent toward her. ��I��m not bullshitting you!�� My voice went up an octave. ��You were there. You saw what I was��

At the very moment I realized the cat had again drawn me into an argument, I heard a knock on my front door. My face hot��from anger at Elvira or embarrassment at letting her get the better of the argument?��I jumped from the sofa and yanked the door open.

��What?�� I demanded with a sharp edge to my voice.

On my door stoop stood a black quilted jacket, green rubber boots laced over baggy jeans, a flannel scarf wound around the little I could see of a face, and a knit cap pulled so low on a head the figure looked like a cartoon character with no ears. The man on the stoop might have been a predator who intended to break into my home, ravish my body, and make off with my treasures. Okay, I��ve already admitted I have an active imagination. There are no treasures in my home, and my body��well, let��s just say it��s been a long time since anyone would risk jail for ravishing me. Besides, I knew who this was. Earlier, while I poured my coffee, through the window I��d watched my neighbor ride his snowplow like it was the mechanical bull at Flannery��s Bar.

On the frigid side of the storm door, Roger Frey swiveled his head from side-to-side, as if searching for who I hollered at.

At times, I��ve stood before a mirror, arguing with myself, and seen what I look like when I blush. My neck gets as red as my hair, then the color dashes uphill past my face to my forehead. So, I knew what Roger saw when he looked at me.

��Sorry,�� I mumbled to what I could see of his face. ��Cranky. I was up half the night.��

His voice muted by the scarf covering his mouth, he said, ��No need to apologize.�� He knew the hours I kept when the muse plopped down next to me.

The glass door misted when he leaned close to peer past my shoulder.

I looked behind me. Elvira had followed me to the door. She stared at us, head slightly tilted. The pale pink of her eyes darkened as if she��d decided something.

Roger nodded at her. ��At least you��re not alone anymore.��

��Me or the cat?�� I said.

��Both, I suppose.�� When Roger pulled down the scarf, his grin showed the small gap between his front teeth.

��I prefer being alone,�� I said. ��If you want company, feel free to take the cat.��

My friend and neighbor had been alone since his wife took off for a warmer place three years ago.

Elvira sniffed once. Then she turned abruptly, wiggled her large derriere at me, and curled up on the floor at my feet.

Roger laughed out loud.

As if loosened by the laughter that exploded from deep inside him, a sheet of snow skidded off the roof. He must have heard the rumble, because he took a quick step backwards. He wasn��t fast enough, though. While half the snow thudded to the ground, the rest flattened his wool cap and spilled down his face. His hazel eyes rounded in surprise.

Now I laughed. With snow all over his body, it looked as though Frosty the Snowman was on my stoop. I opened the storm door and brushed the snow from his cheek. ��Come in here,�� I said. ��Let me dry you off.��

He stamped his feet on the mat to rid himself of most of the snow.

As I stepped aside to make room for him to pass, I stumbled over the cat.

Roger moved faster than he had to avoid the snow drift from my roof. His arm shot out. ��Careful!�� he said, and grabbed me around the waist just as I began to flop like a rag doll to floor.

The man is certainly strong. In a single motion, he lifted me from my feet then set me down. His arms still surrounded me.

��You okay?��

I nodded, but couldn��t speak, not even to say yes. I��m sure it was because I was a little bit in shock.

At last he released me, and bent to stroke the cat. ��That wasn��t nice, Elvira,�� he said. ��You could��ve hurt Emlyn.��

I also leaned down to stroke her. ��This beast probably intended to do it.��

When I glanced at Roger, his face was precariously close to mine. The look in his eyes told me he might not mind being nearer still.

��Uh, yeah,�� I mumbled, and pulled back to put a safe distance between us. ��She probably did it on purpose�� My words drifted into a crimson haze.

His cheeks also a bit red��I told myself this was probably from the near-zero temperature outside��he straightened up, and unwound his scarf. His chin and upper lip were dark. The morning stubble enhanced rather than detracted from his chiseled cheekbones and slightly cleft chin. This was a handsome man by anybody��s reckoning. More than that, he was kind. He looked after his neighbors, and made sure we were safe. I��d often wondered why Judy, his ex-wife, would leave such a man.

��I, uh, stopped by to, um�� he said.

I looked down. I had nothing on but my pajamas and robe, and the robe had fallen loose when I nearly fell. Trying not to be obvious about it, I tied my robe closed.

Roger took a deep breath. ��Yes, uh, the UPS guy brought this.��

He pulled off his gloves, unzipped his jacket, and took a cardboard box from a large inside pocket. Holding it out, he said, ��It came yesterday afternoon. All the snow, the UPS guy couldn��t get to your door, so he left it with me.��

The box was about nine inches wide, a foot long, and maybe two inches thick. I turned it over in my hands, examined the label. The return address said the package came from Naples, Florida.

��It��s from my mother,�� I said.

��What is it?�� Roger asked.

I shrugged. ��I��d have to open the box to find out.��

��So, open it.��

Glancing sideways at him, I smiled. ��Later.��

��Come on,�� he said, and reached for the package. ��I hauled it all the way over here. Plowed out your driveway while I was at it. You gotta show me what��s in there.��

��All the way over, huh?�� I laughed. ��You live next door.��

��Yeah, well.�� He took off his jacket, and draped it over the back of a kitchen chair. His black hooded sweatshirt barely made it to his hips. ��I had to wade through three feet of snow to get here. That��s gotta be worth something.��

I laid the package on the kitchen counter. ��How about some coffee?��

I yanked the wet knit cap from his head, and tossed it into the sink. Snow clinging to the fibers sprinkled onto his dark brown hair, and melted into the gray that had begun to invade his temples. While I brushed the wet beads from his curls, I said, ��A gentleman takes off his hat when he comes inside.��

He picked the box up and handed it to me. ��Don��t try to change the subject. I know you, Emlyn Goode. You��re dying to look inside.��

I was. But it was just so much fun to tease him. A girl��s got to do that now and then, just to stay in practice. I turned my back, and refilled my mug then poured coffee into a second mug.

He pushed the box in front of me.

��You��re a big snoop, you know that?�� I said.

He let out the laugh that never failed to disarm me. ��Of course I am. I��m a cop. Snooping is what I do.��

��Yup, and I��m your good buddy. Like in novels, it��s the sidekick��s job to give the cop a hard time. That��s in my job description.�� I pointed at the package. ��And see, it��s written right here.��

Another deep, resonant laugh burst from him. ��You��re definitely a piece of work,�� he said.

Elvira seemed to grow impatient with my stalling. She leaped onto the counter and pawed at the package. How the devil did she manage to move her large body so lithely?

��Okay, okay,�� I said. ��I can��t fight both of you.��

I took the box to my dinette table, and sat, glancing around.

��What now?�� Roger asked.

��I need something to slice the tape with.��

He tilted sideways in his chair and pulled a Swiss army knife from his pants pocket. As he flicked open the smaller blade, he said, ��I was a boy scout, I��m always prepared.��

Settled on Roger��s lap, the cat smacked his hand with her paw. Then she glared at me. C��mon, knock off the flirting and get to it, she seemed to say��well, that��s what her growl sounded like.

I slit the tape and raised the cardboard flaps. Inside was what appeared to be a very old book. Without removing it from the box, I carefully lifted the leather cover. The words on the first page were faded. Still I was able to make some of them out.

��What is it?�� Roger asked.

��Seems to be someone��s diary.�� I suspect I sounded puzzled. Why would my mother send me something like this?

Between the next two pages was an envelope addressed to me. Inside was a note. I��ve been holding onto this, Mom wrote, hoping the line that��s led from Sarah Goode would end with me. Apparently it hasn��t, so I��m sending you this. Please, Emlyn, try to make better use of this than some of our ancestors have.

Elvira sniffed the book and purred.

Quickly, I refolded the letter.

Roger leaned over, peered into my eyes. ��What is it?�� he said.

��It��s��um, it��s�� I stammered as I searched for a lie he might believe. I didn��t want to tell him my mother had sent me Sarah Goode��s Book of Shadows. A guy like Roger��his life was built on the belief every mystery could be logically explained, and magic is nothing but sleight-of-hand. He��d remarked about that the night we saw David Copperfield perform at the Seneca Niagara Casino. The fastest way to end our friendship was to tell him I��m the latest in a 350-year line of witches. If I said that, he would stare at me as though I��d winked at him from a third eye in the center of my forehead. Then he��d leave and not come back. Oh, he��d be polite about it��Roger��s always polite. But our friendship would be over. I mean, if it ever got out Detective Roger Frey of the Niagara Falls Police Department had a witch for a friend, he��d die of embarrassment. Or maybe he��d have to resign his position or even move to Rochester or something. If he did, who would plow my driveway then knock on my door to share my morning coffee and help me with the Sunday crossword puzzle?

What? I already said I have a vivid imagination.

As if Sarah Goode��s book was catnip, Elvira dropped her head on it, mewed, and rubbed her paw across her face. Roger shoved her aside, and leaned over to see, I supposed, what caused my concern.

Before he could remove the book from the box, I closed the flaps.

��It��s, uh��um, just an old family diary,�� I said. It wasn��t much of a lie. A Book of Shadows is a diary of a sort. Witches record their herbal mixtures in it, and the words they chant to work their magic. My friend, Rebecca Nurse, had explained that when she showed me hers.

The Author

Formerly a Manhattan entertainment attorney, and then a contributing editor to the quarterly art magazine SunStorm Fine Art, Susan Lynn Solomon now lives in Niagara Falls, New York, where she is in charge of legal and financial affairs for a management consulting firm.

After moving to Niagara Falls she became a member of Just Buffalo Literary Center��s Writers Critique Group, and since 2009 a number of her short stories have appeared in literary journals, including, Abigail Bender (awarded an Honorable Mention in a Writer��s Journal short romance competition), Witches Gumbo, Ginger Man, The Memory Tree, Elvira, Second Hand, Sabbath (nominated for 2013 Best of the Net by the editor of Prick of the Spindle), and Kaddish.

Her latest short stories are Going Home, which appeared in the October 19 issue of Flash Fiction Press, Captive Soul, which is included in Solstice Publishing��s Halloween anthology, Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep, Volume 1, and Yesterday��s Wings, about a woman searching for the courage of her past, appears in the October 2015 edition of, Imitation Fruit.

Susan Lynn Solomon��s new Solstice Publishing novel, The Magic of Murder, is available at Amzon.Com

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Published on December 03, 2015 12:40

November 29, 2015

The Lion & the Dominatrix #ScintillatingSunday

"Life is a zoo in a jungle."

Peter de Vries

Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday blog hop where multiple romance author share 1 to 8 paragraphs only of one of their novels.

The Lion & the Dominatrix

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

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Excerpt:

The announcers began pushing three cages to the center of the dance floor. Growling noises emanated from behind the luscious velvet coverings draped across these large confinements, concealing their hidden treasures. With a signal from the Count, the trumpeter blew his horn again. Off came the drapes, revealing three ferocious naked human animals and a scantily clad man, pathetically struggling behind his roped bondage. Their elaborately crafted masks were the only items concealing their true identities.

Pounding his fist on the golden cage was a human lion, roaring intensely to the rowdy, jeering crowd. The naked beast shook the fence for release. A dominatrix carrying a long leather whip in her black, rubberized hands stepped to the front of the cage door. Dressed in a skimpy rubber corset and a revealing thong, she cracked her whip loudly to quiet the deafening beast. Defying his mistress�� commands, the beast stuck out his hands, snatching at the whip before catching its tip and pulling it towards the cage. The animal and trainer became enmeshed in a tug of war. Planting her spiky high-heeled boots on the floor for anchorage, she pulled relentlessly at her whip. The growling Lion proved stronger, and soon she came face to face with the wild beast. Reaching out his muscular hands, he caught the scantily clad female before planting a lingering kiss on her ruby red lips. She unwillingly surrendered as he forced his masculine tongue into her orifice. With her lithe body pressed firmly against the barrier, the lion used his free hand to open the gate. The ferocious beast held firmly onto the dominatrix to prevent her deceitful escape.

The cage door flew open, and out jumped the roaring beast. She steadied herself while cracking her whip on his naked buttocks. Lunging towards his controller, the beast pinned her to the floor, straddling her before planting his pearly fangs into the side of her neck, sucking his prey as if drawing blood. The audience clapped and cheered as if witnessing a gladiatoress in combat with a savage brute. The Lion��s throbbing penis was clearly visible against his mistress��s G-string as the couple rolled around the dance floor, desperately trying to subjugate each other. Pinning her wrists above her head, the beast penetrated her moistness in a single stroke, causing her to moan in waves of ecstasy before she reluctantly relinquished herself to the animal she was trying to tame. Tilting her hips to receive his unrestrained pounding, she enjoyed the animalistic dance. Waves of orgasm traversed her capitulating body. Her sublime submissiveness aroused his raw animal instinct to tactile heights of pre-ejaculatory stimulation. His bouncing buttocks intimated his imminent climax. No longer able to stave off his insistent emissions he erupted jets of oozing intoxicants into her luscious sex.

From the back cover

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:

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 II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young

Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 13 months running.

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5.0 out of 5 stars Incredible Journey

ByAnari on September 17, 2015

Format: Kindle Edition

What an amazing journey! Young travels around Europe, the USA, and the Middle East, and to be fair, that��s when things get really interesting.

Young has a talent for descriptive writing and you really feel like you are inside the author��s head as you journey along with him. The harem scenes are unparalleled, and it��s fascinating to be a fly on the wall as he serves in an Arab household.

The troubled love affair between himself and his chaperone also makes for exciting reading.

Wealth, power, greed, sex, love�� this book has it all. Simply an incredible read.

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Published on November 29, 2015 02:00

November 26, 2015

John Stamp's debut novel "Brother's Keeper"

John Stamp's debut novel "Brother's Keeper," released November 17, 2015 is a fast paced, gritty, crime thriller that will leave the reader both exhausted and begging for more after the last page is turned.

"Brother's Keeper"

(blurb)

Alex and Charlie were brothers born of blood and violence during the battle of Fallujah. Then they came home and became cops. Charlie couldn��t let go the adrenaline rush of the battlefield and it showed on the street. Always looking for a fight, he went dark, crossing the line one too many times until he went so far even Alex couldn��t bring him back.

That��s what Alex thought anyway until a terse message led him into a gunfight and a recording Charlie left him in case the worst happened. Turns out Charlie hadn't gone dark, he'd gone deep undercover and sacrificed his entire life to do so. The worst has happened, and now Alex has to save the life of a man he's written off. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, the sad truth is brothers are brothers. Alex will run the gauntlet through anything and anyone to save the life of his brother. Then he��ll kill him himself.

Brother's Keeper details to what length a man will go to save the life of a friend. This fast paced crime thriller also illustrates the dark often hidden reality that is human trafficking.

Brother's Keeper, published by Solstice Publishing is available in ebook and hardcopy via Amazon.com

http://amzn.to/1ONEHNG

Follow John at @43stamp (Twitter) and http://bit.ly/1T8KEUg for Facebook.

Young: John, what other books/short stories have you written?

John Stamp (J.S.): Brother's Keeper is my first novel however my second novel Spoilers is under contract with Solstice Publishing. Not sure when that is to be released.

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

J.S.: Brother's Keeper is available in both digital and hardcopy.

Young: Where can readers find your books?

J.S.: Currently Brother's Keeper is exclusive to Amazon.com

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

J.S.: Getting it right. I want to have an authentic voice when it comes to writing the crime thriller. It helps that my background involves law enforcement at the local and federal levels.

Additionally I'm always careful to keep my timing and sequencing in check. I've noticed that I have a tendency to have a lot of stuff happen in a short period of time. Sometimes I have a little too much going on and characters tend to pile up on each other.

Young: How did you get started in writing?

J.S.: Writing has always been a hobby of mine. In highschool I had the opportunity to take a creative writing class. I was hooked before the end of the first lecture. I wrote some short stories in highschool and college then started working on novels. Work and life always tended to get in the way until for some reason after I got done with grad school it just clicked. I set a goal of 500 words a day and used the time I had set aside for school as writing time. After a while I had my first novel done. Now I have two novels either released or pending through Solstice.

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

J.S.: I'm on Facebook, http://bit.ly/1T8KEUg

@43stamp on twitter

email: johnstampauthor@gmail.com

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

J.S.: Right now I am working on a possible trilogy. I've got a car thief and an identity thief on kind of a True Romance thing. The car thief steals the wrong car and the ID thief is hunted by dirty cops. They end up needing each other to survive. I'm enjoying it but I'm not that far into it yet so I'm a little light on the details.

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

J.S.: I don't use any of my personal experiences or actions when I'm writing but I do concentrate on trying to get the world as authentic as possible.

I was a Police Officer and a Special Agent so I try to keep the culture of law enforcement as true to life as possible. Of course what goes on in Brother's Keeper and Spoilers are wildly unlikely to happen in real life but if I wrote my novels true to how a typical investigation goes no one would read them.

"Brother's Keeper"

(Excerpt)

The door creaked on old iron hinges. Charlie cringed. The squealing signal sounded like a blow horn in the desolate neighborhood. He opened the door just enough to squeeze through. He moved laterally along the wall, careful to avoid banging into ancient appliances and rat-infested furniture. Pausing about twenty feet from the doorway, he crouched, and listened, again adjusting to the new environment.

Nothing.

Just as he was about to resume, he caught movement. A dark form crossed the dim light filtering through a shattered window. Charlie froze. He watched the figure as it moved quietly through the open spaces from one abandoned piece of old machinery to another. The figure, bulkier than most street scavengers lacked the slow, uncoordinated herky jerks of addicts or other bums, slid through the darkness. Charlie kept an eye on the form as he moved to concealment behind an old steel tool shelf. He watched the figure draw near.

When the man was within ten feet of him, Charlie whispered, ��I��ve been watching you since you came in. Very stealthy, Milligan.��

Keith Milligan yelped as he stumbled and knocked over a rust-encrusted metal chair.

��Jesus Christ, Charlie! What the fuck is wrong with you? I could��ve shot your wise ass!��

��Not with moves like that, you couldn��t,�� Charlie said.

The two closed on each other and shook hands.

��How you doin��? You okay?�� Milligan asked.

Charlie sighed. ��I��m all right.�� He was silent for a long moment. Charlie could feel Milligan watching him, for any signs that he was cracking. Charlie didn��t hold it against Milligan; it was part of his job. Finally, he continued, ��But I think we��re going to have to wrap this up soon. That last one was rough. It could have brought the whole thing down on my head.��

��I know, I know, another pregnant girl comes out of one of those shipping containers, and I don��t know what you can do to save her. The Marshals say the girl is doing pretty good, though; the baby is still okay as far as anyone can tell.��

Charlie nodded slowly. ��But ��?�� There was always a but.

��She wants more, Charlie. She thinks we need a better link from Westchase to the operation itself.��

Charlie Bowman��s heart felt like it was going to shoot out of the top of his head. He looked Keith Milligan in the eye. ��That��s an easy call to make from behind a desk.��

��I know it is, Charlie. But at the end of the day we both know that you run this game. You��re the one on the pointy end. If it gets too hot, you bug out, fuck ��em.��

Easy for you to say, Charlie thought, and was about to say when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. The pressure in the old garage changed. He held his breath while his eyes searched the darkness.

Milligan had picked up on his cue. The older man shuffled around in his light jacket for his gun. ��Wha��?�� His voice was drowned out by the staccato thunder claps of submachine-gun fire.

Milligan dropped as Charlie dove behind a five-foot-high steel toolbox, landing in a crouch with the Kimber in his hand. The fire poured in on him. Zipping and popping hornets of lead and copper singed the air.

The old cinder-block building reverberated the sound of the gunshots keeping him from identifying where they were coming from. He turned to face the toolbox as he backed off the cover a pace or two and chanced a look around the side.

Keith Milliganwas on his ass, leaning against the wheel of an old, beat-up Gremlin. Bullets snapped and splatted against the engine block and hood of the old car. Milligan had his Glock in one hand and pressed the other to a gaping wound in his thigh.

Charlie slid back around the toolbox and peeked out. Muzzle flashes burst from three separate gunmen on the other side of the shop. The men were spraying the general area where he and Milligan crouched.

��Go! Go! Go, Charlie!�� Milligan yelled.

Charlie could barely hear him over the din of gunfire. The man sounded tired; he must be losing a lot of blood. Charlie cringed but knew the older man was right. It was time to move. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly.

The firing continued, though the pace had somewhat slackened. The three assailants hadn��t moved from their general position. The one closest to him was maybe twenty feet away. The assailant wasn��t shooting directly at him, rather spraying around the old, beat-up car Milligan was hiding behind. The man turned a fraction of a degree and Charlie burst from his crouch, opening fire.

He flanked the three gunmen, firing continuously at the one closest to him. His first two shots missed but got the man��s attention. Charlie could see the man had not been ready for a gunfight. When he jumped in response to the nine millimeter round smacking the wall next to his head. He spun toward Charlie in shock but wasn��t reaching for his gun then Charlie��s third round hit him in the chest. The man stuttered back into the cinderblock wall and collapsed.

Charlie saw him fall out of the corner of his eye while he fired three more rounds at the next closest assailant. He hit the man somewhere in the side. The gunman leapt straight into the air and seemed to curl in around the impact of the round. His momentum slammed him into the third gunman.

The third man had zeroed in on Charlie, who was advancing, exposed over open ground. He fired just as his stricken partner, who had absorbed two more jacketed hollow points from the Kimber, barreled into him, knocking his aim off by a fraction. That fraction meant life, not only for himself but for Charlie Bowman. The round meant for Bowman��s aorta tore into Charlie��s hip on his gun side. The bullet Charlie fired a thousandth of a second before and had been aligned with the bridge of the man��s nose, impacted harmlessly against the cinderblock with a whap.

Charlie spun around and landed on his ass in the middle of the dust-covered floor before he realized he��d been hit. It took him another second to realize his right arm would not respond, and another to know his gun was gone, lost in the darkness. Then, he felt the searing hot coals burning in his shoulder.

He started scrambling, but then froze upon hearing the click of a fresh magazine being loaded into a gun. Before he could turn to face the threat he was struck across the temple and knocked unconscious.

Brother's Keeper, published by Solstice Publishing is available in ebook and hardcopy via Amazon.com

http://amzn.to/1ONEHNG

Follow John at @43stamp (Twitter) and http://bit.ly/1T8KEUg for Facebook.

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

J.S.: I usually try to get to work early and get my 500 words or so done before the day starts. The practice helps me get my brain going before the workday.

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

J.S.: I do 500 words a day with no revisions until the story is done then I print the story and slaughter it with a red pen. I do that twice followed by a spelling and grammar check before sending it to my beta readers. After the betas give me some feedback I go at the manuscript again before sending it to the publisher.

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?

J.S.: I really like the outdoors, fishing, photography, stuff like that. It's football season so that gets more attention on Saturday and Sunday then it should.

I also have a two year old, that little guy is the most fun I've ever had. Scary as hell, but a lot of fun.

I think I like writing because it is a fun way of entertaining myself. I also like the challenge of creating a world that sometimes seems to take on a life of its own. For instance while I was finishing up my newest book Spoilers I thought everything would be wrapped up in one big gun fight. Then I found myself writing a high speed chase/rolling gunfight and was like, "Huh, didn't see that coming." A couple characters I really liked ended up dying during that story too. Though I wrote it I was still kind of surprised to find it happening. That's why I like what I do because sometimes I'm along for the ride the same as the characters. A stray idea can pop in your head that sends the entire book into a tailspin.

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

J.S.: Not yet. So far I like all my characters. I guess if I had to pick a favorite it would be Biannca, an assassin who plays a major role in Spoilers. She's pure evil but she's a really cool brand of crazy. I'm thinking of giving her her own book.

Young: Where do you see yourself in five years?

J.S.: Writing my sixth or eighth novel in between negotiating movie deals of course (joke).

More likely I will be trying to get books written in between running my little guy back and forth from soccer or football games.

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

J.S.: I tend to just flow with it while I'm getting my first draft done. If something comes up that I need to research I will wing it and drop myself a note in the manuscript. During the editing phase I will do the research and get it right. I don't like to stovepipe myself while I'm getting the first draft done.

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

J.S.: She thinks it's awesome and is far more supportive of my obsession than she needs to be. The dogs are pretty good for bouncing ideas off of too.

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

J.S.: My wife gets the framework ideas when I'm getting my things together for a new project. I will walk through a story idea with her and ask if it is too far-fetched or doesn't sound plausible. I also have her review things to make sure I'm not a little too crass. I tend to curse like a drunken sailor. I have her make sure there isn't too much of that in the book. Cursing is fun but too much of that sort of thing makes the book sound a little classless.

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

J.S.: Writers block used to be a real problem and would shut down projects to the point I couldn't recover. Now I get my 500 words done no matter what and when I'm blocked I keep typing until I get out of it. It's kind of like driving in quick sand but eventually the juices get flowing again.

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

J.S.: I am a disciple of Crichton, Elmore Leonard, Clancy, and Wambaugh primarily. However I loved John Steakley's take on Vampires and Ken Goddard wrote some cool crime thrillers that inspired me. As long as the author has a good speed to the book and can get me in the first fifty pages or so I'm in.

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

J.S.: I hope you like Brother's Keeper, and Spoilers when it is released. Thank you for your support and give me feedback. I like hearing what people like and what I can improve on.

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

J.S.: Writing is a grind. It is the greatest form of self-reliance because there is no one else to blame but yourself if you fail to finish a project. Set a goal and get it done. If you make it a priority and hit your marks you will complete a project.

Other than that just know that rejection letters don't mean a thing. At the end of the day it's just a fact of life. Just keep grinding and you will get your book in front of someone who wants to see it in print.

Good luck.

John Stamp

(Bio)

John Stamp has been a Patrol Officer, Narcotics Investigator, and Hostage Negotiator serving the City of Charleston Police Department, Charleston, South Carolina. He also served as a Special Agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation where he was assigned to both a violent crimes and Counterintelligence units at the Buffalo Field Office. Following service with the FBI John went on to serve as a Special Agent of the Naval Criminal Investigative Service. There he investigated a wide variety of criminal investigations and served as a member of the Contingency Response Field Office where he completed multiple deployments to areas of the Middle East and Africa.

Brother's Keeper, published by Solstice Publishing is available in ebook and hardcopy via Amazon.com

http://amzn.to/1ONEHNG

Follow John at @43stamp (Twitter) and http://bit.ly/1T8KEUg for Facebook.

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Published on November 26, 2015 20:48

November 22, 2015

The Clock Strikes Twelve #ScintillatingSunday

��The beauty of my unique education is that I was born,

Bred and schooled in the art of being a flirtatious seducer

And an expedient tactician.��

Bernard Tristan Foong

Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday blog hop where multiple romance author share 1 to 8 paragraphs only of one of their novels.