Warning: Adult content, 18+ only

Bristol and I stared at the bed. My hand grabbed hers gently and I could hear her gulp. “Bristol, it’s not just fun and games here…” I turned my head towards her slightly. I wove my words into a tapestry of poetry that cradled her ears with false promises of love. I explained how sex is just a way to express devotion to me, a caregiver with much love to offer. I told her if she would partake in our little rituals, she would feel things she didn’t know her body could feel. I embraced her slightly, running my fingertips down her arms as I complimented her figure. Then I took my hand and brushed some hair out of her face as I sung her praises about her personality and who she was.

My techniques seemed to be working, for her face no longer held discomfort. Instead, she seemed intrigued.

“Do you use protection?” she asked, curious.

I shook my head and spouted more lies about how spiritual of an experience this would be without the use of condoms. I attempted to paint myself a saint, a lover, and a provider just so I could take her to bed, and she was hooked on every word.

She faced me head-on. “Look, I’m not really sure about this whole thing…” she said, pulling her arm closer to her body and rubbing it. “I mean, what about STDs and such?”

That explanation was harder to maneuver, mainly because of my longing for dirty sex. I never made my concubines get tested, nor did I ever do it myself. Was Bristol at a risk for an STD? Perhaps. But the risk is part of the thrill. The part where you could potentially be risking your life for sex was too intense for me to ignore. Did I lie to her? Not necessarily. I simply stretched the truth a little so she felt comfortable.

Finally, she seemed to be willing to give it a try, but she appeared nervous. So, I cupped my hands around her plump cheeks and gave her a soft kiss.

I eased her slowly onto the bed and devoured her with my lips. Her body felt smooth under mine, coupled with a little bit of tension. After a moment or two of tongue-play, I felt her relax. My hands wandered her body safely, not removing the towel until the time was right. She leaned in to me more every minute and eventually I felt her own fingers rising up to my face.

By the time we dropped our clothes, she had fully given in to me. My stomach turned as if butterflies were making a home there and I realized something. This girl was special. Something about her was causing me to lose myself. As we continued, I urged her to allow me to please her instead of her gifting pleasure to me.



We switched positions more times than I could count. I let her comfort me during moments I feigned fear so she would not feel pressured to try something new. I caressed her back with my cheek and really took in just how soft her skin was. I wanted her everywhere. I wanted her to trust me, and I wanted to… keep her safe with my body.

This wasn’t just sex… it was lovemaking.

When we were finished (after what seemed like hours), my mind was in a whirl. Never had I had such beauty walk into my life, such a graceful holding of my being come into view…

I practically begged her to remain a part of the group.

I couldn’t lose her. I just couldn’t. Sex that special was rare for me and I craved it more and more each day after that… but she hadn’t come back since then.

I tried satisfying my craving with the other concubines, but it just wasn’t the same.

What had before seemed like a thrilling experience was now only routine. Summer was the most willing to help fulfill my need, but her mouth felt dry compared to before and her hands weren’t soft… like hers…

Then one day, by sheer grace of a miracle, Bristol returned wearing the uniform of my subordinates. “Bristol, you came back,” I greeted, immediately reuniting my fingers with her face.

“I… I just couldn’t stay away,” she offered. I looked into her eyes and my smile turned my entire face upwards. “This whole, ‘concubine’ thing… I don’t think I like it that much… but there’s something about you that I can’t just ignore.”

“We had something special that night, didn’t we?” I asked.

“We really did… and I don’t want to let that go… but if you want to continue doing this, I have a rule.”

“Anything,” I replied, unsure of what she was going to ask of me.

“I want it to be you and me, and nobody else.”

“Of course, of course,” I lied, whisking her into my arms and leading her to bed.