Vanessa Wordsmith had always longed to see Egypt. She carried mental images of the desert sun rising red, silhouetting the Great Pyramid of Giza. She wanted to watch the little sailboats- felucca- ply the crocodile- infested waters of the broad River Nile. And she longed to feel the dry heat of a land without winter, very different from her own country.
She was there now, trying to get her bearings in this new setting.
Though she was in the land of her dreams, thus far her visit had been confined to the interior of the Pharoah's magnificent palace, particularly some of its sumptuous private chambers. She was in one of them now, entertaining the ruler, dancing half-naked with two of his hundred or more wives.
First, Vanessa danced alone for him, moving close to his seated body, then withdrawing when he reached for her. Her whole form moved in complete seduction- her hips swaying, her pelvis grinding, both movements mimicking the sex act itself.
Her full breasts moved gently from side-to-side, half a beat behind the motion of her hips. They were barely contained by the small semi-sheer halter top above her bare stomach, and captured the Pharoah's full attention. He enjoyed watching his newest wife perform.
Vanessa's bare arms were part of the dance too, first reaching forward and then to the side in wave-like motion. The ringed fingers seemed to be alternately grasping for the ruler, then pushing him away with a flick of her jeweled wrists
Every part of her moved in time with the flute, her feet stepping in a small circle; her neck stretching in the direction of her arms, her face offering inviting lips to her husband. She was sensuous and supple, the embodiment of the female form.
Then Pharoah motioned for the other two wives to dance with her. A blonde, shorter than herself, and a full-figured redhead came forward, bowed to him, and quickly fell into step. Their bodies had been rubbed down with scented oils and exotic perfumes by the servants. All three wore heavy dark mascara that made their eyes look much larger and more expressive.
They were similarly attired, though in different hues of colour, parts of their bodies fully revealed or gauzily displayed. Each was adorned with fine golden chains around the forehead and bare midriff. Their wrists bore rows of thin golden bracelets and their fingers were laden with precious stones. Pharoah had immense wealth to lavish on his many wives.
They danced close to one another, sometimes joining a hand together and rotating like a wheel. Then their other arm would come forward and the wheel would reverse direction. They smiled and then pouted seductively, competing for the Pharoah's attention, for the right to his bed tonight.
This erotic performance left the ruler in a quandry. Which one would he choose for bed? His newest wife had the most voluptuous body, but the shorter blonde had taken him for a wild ride last month and he remembered it well. The redhead had been Pharoah's for many years and bedroom experience was her standout quality. It was a difficult choice, but also an easy decision to make.
Now the tempo of the music increased, and the trio of wives moved in time. Their hips gyrated wildly as their breasts swayed from side-to-side. Perspiration formed on pretty faces from the exertion. They joined hands again to dance in a circle. Suddenly, Pharoah reached forward, pulling all three into his lap, encircling them in his arms.
"To bed now wives. I will have all three of you tonight!"
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Vanessa wasn't really in Egypt. It only seemed that way because she had been reading from the old books again. When an old man moved from her apartment unit he had left behind a stack of dusty history books. Her friend Marie would have tossed them into the dumpster, but Vanessa kept them, thinking they might be useful for her senior history class.
Since then, the powerful words of these old books had captured Vanessa's mind, transporting her- sometimes with Marie- on journeys to past times and places. Recently she had visited ancient Sumeria, where she was mistress to the high priest of the moon god, Sin. She had sinned plenty there with her new building superintendent, James Talmann. He was one of the resurrected dead who had lived many lives through past times.
All of Vanessa's time travel had brought her similar intense sexual experiences, always with her apartment neighbours or their friends. Most were exciting and orgasmic, although she did not enjoy being violated by a horde of barbarians during the invasion of Rome. After that, she threatened to stop reading the old books, but the Spirit of Humanity urged her to continue, so that she could teach her students to avoid the mistakes of the past.
Vanessa developed an emotional attachment to one of the resurrected, the original building superintendent, Alex. But, he had suddenly left his post, replaced by James Talmann. Turns out that they had switched roles, with Alex posted as the new Spirit of Humanity. Vanessa had unsuccessfully attempted to lure him back to the present-day world. She missed him very much, but now he was a spirit, not a man.
There had been no more reading from the old books in recent weeks. Vanessa's history course had reached a point where she was required to teach about the nation's government and laws. This was a mandatory central curriculum with fully prepared lessons which must be followed. For almost a month there would be no lessons from the past which she could unearth through the Power of Words.
Vanessa had come to know some of the life stories of the resurrected dead with whom she and teacher girlfriend Marie were having sex. Two brothers living in the building were Romulus and Remus, the founders of Rome.
Bikers Mick and Jerry had been Persian soldiers responsible for killing her heart-throb Alex, one of the brave Three Hundred at Thermopylae. But, all she knew about Ali, the sixth living dead, was that he had been an ancient Egyptian who lost his mother while young.
One day Vanessa was chatting with superintendent Talmann. Ali walked by, staring intently at her chest, as usual. When the two men greeted each other, he glanced at James briefly, then focused on his target once more. He always made Vanessa feel quite uncomfortable.
"What is with him always staring at my boobs like that! He is so rude!" she complained to Talmann when Ali was gone.
"Some sort of mother-less complex, no doubt. Lost her in ancient Egypt and never really recovered."
"Sad, but he is so annoying!"
"I'll talk to him about it. I know him from the past, so he might just listen to me when I remind him about the unwritten rules of today."
"Maybe I need a T-shirt with a message: 'Grow Your Own'" Vanessa joked.
"You can read the old books to put his back story into context. That's how the past is- a window to the present," Talmann remarked.
"Not sure I really care enough about Ali's story to read it, especially if you're going to straighten him out anyway."
"Tell you what, Vanessa. Read about ancient Egypt, starting with Ramses II and I guarantee you at least three surprises. In fact, one or two of them will astound you. You'll find it hard to believe!"
"Now you have me curious, James! I'll read the old book Friday evening."
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