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
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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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