Arabian Nights

[Ranai]

The link is to a different website this time. It is part of Project Gutenberg and also provides the text for free. By the way, in case anyone is puzzled by the male sub slant in the samples: I have simply picked erotic episodes I like. 1001 Nights – it's a big selection. The lovely slave girls and cruel demons are there too. You did not dream them up. Not all of them anyway.


The Porter and the Three Ladies of Baghdad
from The Book of The Thousand Nights And A Night, vol 1
Ninth to Nineteenth Night
translated into English by Richard Burton
Story Codes: F+/m D/s spanking consensual
And: perfume, incense, poetry, drunkenness, dancing, kissing, biting, flower-throwing, teasing, swimming in the nude, banter and silly erotic guessing games

Synopsis:
'Then the Porter stood up before the mistress of the house and said, "O lady, I am thy slave, thy Mameluke, thy white thrall, a, thy very bondsman;" and he began reciting:
"A slave of slaves there standeth at thy door
Lauding thy generous boons and gifts galore
Beauty! may he come in awhile to 'joy
Thy charms? for Love and I part nevermore!"
(...)
Then she came up out of the cistern and throwing herself on the Porter's lap said, "O my lord, O my love, what callest thou this article?" pointing to her slit, her solution of continuity.
"I call that thy cleft," quoth the Porter, and she rejoined, "Wah! wah, art thou not ashamed to use such a word?" and she caught him by the collar and soundly cuffed him.
Said he again, "Thy womb, thy vulva;" and she struck him a second slap crying, "O fie, O fie, this is another ugly word; is here no shame in thee?"
Quoth he, "Thy coynte;" and she cried, "O thou! art wholly destitute of modesty?" and thumped and bashed him.
Then cried the Porter, "Thy clitoris," whereat the eldest lady came down upon him with a yet sorer beating, and said, "No;" and he said, " 'Tis so," and the Porter went on calling the same commodity by sundry other names, but whatever he said they beat him more and more...'

The episode ends with the words:
'Then laughed they till they fell on their backs, and returned to their carousel, and ceased not to be after this fashion till night began to fall.'

If you are interested, read on. There are various convoluted stories within the story. Enter three fakirs. Enter the trio Harun al-Rashid, Ja'afar and Masrur. Nosy and up to mischief as usual. Watch, among other things... two black bitches with chains round their necks... scars upon the damsel's body... commotion: 'Pinion me those praters' elbows and bind them each to each.' They did her bidding and asked her, 'O veiled and virtuous! is it thy high command that we strike off their heads?'... a caliph who panics at the prospect... The usual circus. Enjoy.

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