Ch. 12... The Sands of Time
Isolde meets the Prince of Persia
I found myself in the most beautiful gardens I had ever seen. Hanging vines, flowers of all kinds of exotic colors, shapes and sizes were everywhere. The fragrance of jasmine was drifting in the perfumed air. Very faintly I could hear the music of what sounded like angels. I felt their presence within, like the most soothing, peaceful joy...that could barely be described. I sat on an ornately carved stone bench with a sigh of pleasure and closed my eyes for a moment.
I dozed off and awoke to the hypnotic and crystalline gaze of a young man. His eyes shone with the light of youth and spirit. His long black hair hung to nearly his shoulders and his arms rippled with muscles. As I met his gaze, his blue-green eyes widened in astonishment. "Forgive me," came his lightly accented voice, "I did not mean to disturb you, my love. I am Abdullah."
As I took his hand, I felt a shock of power and my heart chakra lit me from within. He comfortably tucked my slender arm within his and walked me around the paths of the sparkling cerulean waterfall around us. He asked me about my travels and I could see his appreciation for my beauty in his adoring eyes. We talked long: of travel, of cultures, seen and unseen, of delicious food. I was captivated by his countenance; he shone like the Sun.
As the Sun God began his descent, we tired. He led me to a bedchamber swathed with the most beautiful silks and satins. Gauzy exquisite and richly colored fabrics adorned the canopy bed. We drank wine made with honey. He proceeded to prepare a foot-bath, with exotic oils and perfumes and soap. Gently, he removed my sandals and proceeded to wash my tired feet. He massaged each toe sensually and was rubbing the delicate arches of my feet. I gave a soft sigh as his strong hands continued to caress my feet. I felt the beginning of spasms coming through my feet into his tanned hands and I threw my head back in abandon as he gave a low moan and began to suck my toes.
"Just lie back, my love", he whispered softly. I gently sunk into the softest bedcovers I had felt for a long time. I felt my heart pulsing with love for this man who was running his long fingers up and down my calves, massaging them and caressing my inner thighs which were trembling at his tender touch. And even behind my closed eyelids, I could feel his joy in his body as he was worshipping me. He languidly parted my thighs and began to kiss his way up to my Yoni. "My love...", he asked, with a question in his voice.
"Yes...", I breathed, with a regal nod. I languorously stretched my arms about my head. He began to make love to me with his lips, slowly kissing my blooming rose. He stroked me expertly with his fingers and cupped my weeping sex with his hand, claiming me. He began licking my clitoris and opening my labia and exclaiming how beautiful my pussy was. My entire body was vibrating in beautiful harmony with the rhythmic strokes of his strong and masculine wet tongue. He took a bit of the wine and poured it on my womanhood, licking every drop from me as he inserted his tongue into my vaginal canal, while continuing to stroke my clit with his finger.
He alternated between licking my rectum and hole and manipulating my clitoris in circles that felt like I had entered the Kingdom of Heaven. At the same time, he was massaging one of my feet. As I started to cry out in orgasm, he inserted his long index finger and was expertly stimulating my G-spot while rapidly licking my clit. I moaned and came so hard inside his mouth that my fluids coated his cheeks. He laughed and brushing his hands on his face, he eagerly licked his fingers. I drew him to me and we lay beside each other, our bodies touching.
