Art Of Sensuality & Foreplay - an excerpt from INITIATION
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���The finest clothing made is a person's skin,
But, of course,
Society demands something more than this.���
Mark Twain
Excerpt:
The grotto was linked to the pool via a series of streams and waterways. Several entrances, man-made catacombs resembling the interiors of caves, also led into the grotto. A beautiful cascading waterfall, approximately thirty feet in height, was at one end of the grotto. Above the cascading water there were hanging plants with benches, where one could sit and enjoy the surrounding oasis and desert scenery.
The Bahriji grounds were kept pristine by a team of full-time landscapers and workmen. One of their jobs was to ensure that the grotto had no uninvited visitors such as scorpions, spiders, or poisonous snakes.
On the afternoon of our training session, the interior of the grotto was lit with fragrant candles, strategically placed, providing a romantic atmosphere. There was a hidden passageway behind the waterfall, between two large rocks, which allowed access to the caves, catacombs and caverns hidden deep within. Water dripped slowly from stalactite formations, providing soothing sound. In the catacombs, a light sprinkling of water raining down from the rocks created the effect of a misty shower. It was cool steam, in natural surroundings.
Subtle lighting, along with built-in audio equipment placed behind smooth jutting rocks, added to the allure. Sounds of roaring thunder segued into chirping birds during the sensual training. Different lighting effects, a rainbow, even a moonbow, engulfed us. The grotto and hidden caves were built like a movie set, except the props were natural formations from actual caves and caverns, which had been transported to the grotto. Unlike the sets at Universal Studios or Disney theme parks, nothing appeared ersatz about this setting.
Hidden video cameras captured students��� performances. The footage was replayed when we had one-on-one tutorials with our sex education professor. During the review, he would advise us on how to improve our sensual techniques. The chance to view ourselves in action was a wonderful tool, helping us learn from our mistakes, and make improvements.
These videos belonged to the school, and were the private property of the Bahriji. Eventually, these tapes would be archived and stored for safe keeping at the Oasis library vault. They could be accessed only by authorized personnel, such as the Headmaster, our sex education professors, or other professors interested in them for research purposes. They were much like secret documents stored in the Vatican's extensive library and high security vaults.
Three girls from our sister school practiced with Jim and Henry, both heterosexuals, and Abraham, a bisexual. Our accompanying BBs and the Big Sisters were tutors, including Nikee. Henderson and Colberg suggested we pair as couples, as threesomes or as a team of four or five. Jim and Henry went with Deb and Angie. Abraham teamed with Dex, a second year Junior, and Julie. And, Brian and I went with two second year juniors, Josh and Corey.
Our BBs and the BSs were an important part of the teaching team. They demonstrated techniques and guided us on our sensual journeys. They gently admonished us to slow down, to breathe, when we became overzealous, or lost sight of the aim of the practice. If we came close to intercourse, they were there to refocus us, and to guide us back on course.
All the students in the grotto emanated a beautiful glow from their youthful skin as we progressed along candlelit passageways, into the caverns.
Jal, Brian's BB, began a conversation with me. Soon, we fell a few steps behind our group. Discovering a lovely shallow pool of pristine blue water, Jal and I found ourselves stopping by the water's edge. We sat, together, and he nonchalantly put his hand on my leg. He began lightly stroking my upper thigh while I was still fully clothed. I was easily aroused, since I had not come for three days; I was dying to release.
His handsome face was inches away. He leaned over to kiss me. Instead of a French kiss, I felt the sensual tip of his tongue licking the edges of my lips. I responded similarly with my tongue on his lips. His hands slipped beneath my djellaba, caressing my inner thighs. My entire body was tingling. My cock was fully erect, straining for release from the confines of my swim suit. Jal continued sensually stroking me, and I responded by reaching to unbutton his thwab.
I slid my hand into his garment, caressing his muscular chest and erect nipples, which I lightly pinched, sending him into groans of passionate ecstasy.
The other boys and their partners were in various stages of foreplay. I glanced over Jal's shoulder and saw Nikee coaxing Josh onto the path of sensual pleasure. Corey was absorbed in licking Brian's nipples and neck. Both boys mirrored each other's actions, which plunged them into erotic squirms of delight.
Watching the sensuality unfolding, voyeuristically, combined with the romantic setting of the catacombs and Jal���s caresses, I was propelled into a marvelous, magical erotic realm.
Jal felt my buttocks, and gripped them, firmly. Arching my tingling body to his every touch, I was awash in my own erotic pleasures as well as the erotica which surrounded me. Every cell of my being pulsed with ecstatic bewilderment. Whatever Jal did, I responded in kind, surrendering to his lead.
He took his time with me. His excellent foreplay made me spontaneously contract; spasms surged through my torso. We continued our erotic play for two hours, slowing only to stave off our orgasmic urges, before resuming again.
This was one of the most enlightening experiences of my adolescent life; the sensual and spiritual epiphanies, along with reviews of what precisely led me and others to that place, are some of my greatest treasures in life.
From the back cover:
This provocative story is about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.
It is also a love story between the young man and his ���Valet��� who served as his chaperone and mentor during the boy���s Harem service.
Author���s note:
I had a privileged and unique upbringing in Malaysia, where I was known as a "sissy boy." Following in my brothers' footsteps, I was sent to an exclusive boarding school in England. It is there that I was inducted into a clandestine organization, E.R.O.S. The Enlightened Royal Oracle Society. For four years, unbeknownst to my family, I was willingly and happily part of a Harem.
My story has been kept under wraps for close to 45 years. The correct moment has arrived for me to make known my unique education.
There are 7 volumes in A Harem Boy���s Saga series.
A Harem Boy's Saga - Book I - INITIATION; a memoir by Young
Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 15 months running.
Email: young@aharemboysaga.com
Website: http://aharemboysaga.com/wp/
UK Amazon: http://amzn.to/1DkHC8v
US Amazon: http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY
Book Awards:
INITIATION
2015 Readers' Favorite Award finalist and Readers' Favorite 5 Stars Award prizes in the Non-Fiction Autobiography category.
2015 Author Award and 5 Stars Award from Author Street Team.
2013 Pinnacle Book Achievement Award in the Autobiography category.
INITIATION is within the United States, United Kingdom & Australia amazon top #100 bestseller ranking in the GLBT memoir/autobiography category since publication - 15 months running and still going strong.
5 stars: I love a true story
By Kindle Customer "Ringmaster"
I love a true story, particularly when the author is articulate and conveys meaning and emotion clearly. This tale involves the author's upbringing in a secret sexual society in which he dwelled as a member of a male harem. Though some may be shocked by the explicit sexual details, I felt that the author did a nice job of counterbalancing these moments with other, less shocking bits of his story. In particular, I enjoyed his educational experiences in fashion and of becoming a young man in a land far from his home, as well as his travels abroad in surely what, to some, might have been very unfortunate circumstances but the author makes it clear that he was not forced and chose to live this extraordinary life. It is difficult for some to grasp how this tale of servitude could be a love story, and yet it is. I don't want to give too much away! But, it's lovely to see that people can overcome things that happen to them and embrace themselves fully for who and what they are. If only everyone was as buoyant and resilient as this author, whose second through seventh book in the series will surely be on my "to read" shelf.
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