Hassan made his way though the dimly lit streets towards the market place. More and more people started to throng the streets, haggling for the late night entertainment from the sellers and foreigners mingled there. The narrow streets were stifling with the day's heat emanating from the sand covered walls. He pushed past the groups of chattering women draped in their black garb, hiding whatever assets they might have from the world around them. The darker shade of the house came into view as the alley opened out into the crowded square. The smells of various foods and the people around him assaulted his senses as he crossed through the throng of people towards his goal.
He pushed aside the heavy beads that veiled the arched doorway into the darkened house. The entryway was illuminated only be a few oil lamps high on the side of the wall. The narrow corridor had many doors leading off of it, though all but one was closed. A thin fraction of light speared the floor of the darkened corridor. Incense hung thick in the air like a bride's veil waiting to be parted as he walked towards the light. Hassan had been here many times before and did not need to look at the doors as he passed, many had lights shining beneath them and the sound of muffled voices penetrated their wooden separators. He did not bother to knock on the door but pushed it quietly aside. The room was bathed in a warm amber glow from the various glass lamps around the room. The light gleamed off the various gilded surfaces of tables and the ornate bed posts. Barely a surface was uncovered from an opulence of rich colour and gold.
The focus of the room was the bed. It stood on a raised dais and was draped with a deep burnt orange gauze. Voluptuous carved figures entwined around the gilded posts were engrossed in various acts of debauchery. As Hassan neared the dais he could see the shape of the body that lay within. A thick dark mane of curls spread out across the various pillows and cascaded over the edge of the bed. Her breathing was deep indicating that she was unaware of his presence. Hassan stood taking in the scene. Bahira had always instilled a strong sense of yearning within him, and despite her ample customers she was always available for him. He remembered the first time he had seen her when one of his older brothers had brought him to the very same house to help him "become a man". He had been too young to understand what he had meant despite it had barely been two years ago.
Bahira shifted her weight on the bed, and one of her breasts spilled out of her gown. Her dark eastern skin seemed luminescent in the light, punctuated by the dark chocolate colour of her areola. Hassan pulled his jelaba over his head and removed his feet from his sandals. He stood and waited in case she awoke at his movement. His hand found its way to his growing erection, and he stroked it to bring it to its full potential. Hassan felt a moan escape his lips and he saw Bahira's eyes flicker under her eyelids. Her eyes looked at him with a glazed look of one who is still partly asleep. Their deep amber colour seemed be glowing with a liquid fire reflected from the soft light of the lamps. She rolled over and gazed up at him from under her thick dark lashes. Her seemingly innocent guise made her all the more alluring, though Hassan was fully aware of the seductress she truly was.
He parted the curtains and he felt the bed sinking with his weight as he sat beside her. Her legs curled around his back and he could feel their warmth through the silk of her simple attire. Hassan stroked one hand up her leg feeling her supple skin under her gown as she gazed at him from under hooded lids. Bahira always exuded a certain grace, and Hassan often forgot that he wasn't the only one enjoying her talents. She opened her arms to greet him as he bent to kiss her. Their tongues massaged each other and she pushed back at him with an equal passion to any he had known. Her fervour and assertiveness was refreshing after Xanthe's timidity. Hassan felt his desire strengthening for her as their heated kiss continued. Bahira's arms snaked around his neck and pulled him closer to her. He could feel her firm breasts against his chest as she pressed herself against him. Her warmth was making it clear to him that she was thoroughly available to his every desire.
Hassan was becoming impatient with her, he was here to satisfy a need that Xanthe's short interlude had failed to quench. Finally his temper was starting to flare and he shoved her hard back onto the bed. Her eyes were a little perplexed but she was no stranger to his rougher side, and she knew what it was he wanted. Bahira sat up and slowly slid her gown over her head. She handed him a white scarf that was tied around the nearest bed post, she was well aware what he wanted. Hassan grabbed her wrists and tied them to the bedpost. He had been patient enough for one evening and he knew that as always Bahira was going to be very accommodating to his needs. Bahira knelt on the bed and opened her legs enough to accommodate him. Obviously he hadn't had a good day, Hassan wasn't normally in such a hurry. He brought himself up from behind her, he loved the feeling of having such power over a woman, especially one like Bahira that he could just use. Without further ado he thrust himself into her. Hassan savoured the feeling of how tight she felt. Xanthe seemed so pointless at this point. He tightened his grip on her hips and admired the smooth round globes of her shapely behind as he began to thrust harder and harder into her. It was almost a release to feel able to express his aggression.
