You have asked, my Lord, how Your precious jewel became so knowledgeable in the art of loveā¦as You know, when she came to You, she was not untouchedā¦ Hear then, O my Lord, the Tale of the Houri, in which she explains her life before You graced her with Your attentionsā¦
My Introduction to Pleasure
I was always a precocious child; curious and lively. I grew up in a loving, privileged family, spoiled and pampered by all. My father was an enlightened man, who wanted all his children, sons and daughters alike, to be educated. Thus I grew up in an atmosphere of learning, love and trust. I thought everyone loved me, and believed none would do me harm.
As I grew older, I found that society prized more than my brains or my personality. As my breasts budded and my hips rounded, I learned the power of my body. My dark brown tresses flowed over my shoulders, and my eyes flashed with inner fire. I learned that when I pouted my full pink lips and sucked on my lower lip, those of the opposite gender would do whatever I asked.
I longed to experiment more with that newfound power; but my father was extremely protective. I had little contact with boys of my age. I took refuge in books, sneaking some of my fatherās moreā¦interestingā¦volumes out of his library.
These books taught me about the sexual act. Reading them stirred unfamiliar feelings in meā¦and the illustrationsā¦ My father had the illustrated Kama Sutra and some other erotica from the eastā¦Japanese woodcutsā¦ My hand would slip, unbidden, to the moist flower of my sex, covered in thick black curlsā¦and delve to the soft lips withinā¦I found that by stroking and lightly probingā¦and teasing the little button at the very top, I could bring myself much pleasure.
The woodcuts were exquisitely detailed; the lust on the faces of the lovers clearly visible. I did not understand some of the illustrations; part of me longed to try them with a partner. However, even if my father was liberal in certain respects, in others he was quite traditional. He kept my sisters and me well protected, and we had little contact with those of the opposite gender. My sistersā marriages were arranged; I fully expected that my eventual marriage would be, too.
We did meet some men; my father being a well-respected man, there were those who came to him, hoping to benefit from his wisdom. Over the years, he formed a close circle of friends with varying ages. The youngest was a man in his late 30ās. To a girl of 18, he was ancient, over twice my age. But there was something about him that drew me. His wit, his voiceā¦his looks. He was a handsome man, with dark eyes and hair, a muscular body; his skin warmed to bronze from the sun. My father trusted him completely; and Hassan (that was his name) became a favorite of my family.
Hassan was always kind to me. He would speak with me on occasion, bring me sweets. He would sometimes rest his hand on my shoulder, or move close to me. A few times, I caught him gazing at me, and I would meet his gaze, and shudder from what I saw in his eyesā¦the sensual promise, the heat in his eyesā¦At those times, a secret ache would start within me. I would often find my thighs moist. He caused the same feelings in me that reading those forbidden books engendered.
Between the books and my fatherās friend, I was a quivering mass of desire ā fruit ripe for the plucking. Hassan sensed this. Little did I know the plans he had for meā¦the thoughts that ran through his mindā¦Both of us wanted the same, but neither of us knew how to achieve it. Hassan respected my father too much to abduct me, as he would have any woman he fancied.
Fate took a handā¦
I was with my mother at the market one day, when a sudden disturbance separated us. A gang of robbers had attacked a merchant, but the guards arrived and they began to fight. In the confusion, I lost sight of my mother. To make matters worse, a violent rainstorm suddenly inundated the city. I ran for shelter and ended up lost. I was terrifiedā¦
Hassan found me, wandering the streets. He took me to his home. I was so aware of my bedraggled state, and I cursed the fates. I did not realize how the soft cloth clung to my figureā¦how my dark nipples were revealed by the sodden fabricā¦ Hassan told me later that his manhood throbbed at the sight of me. Untried innocent that I was, I did not knowā¦
As we reached the gates of Hassanās abode, another squall hit the city. The streets began to flood. Hassan immediately sent his man to my parentsā house, to reassure them that I was all right. He sent a note saying that once the rains stopped, he would bring me home and for them not to worry, as I would be adequately chaperoned by an old aunt of his, who was visiting.
The truth was, he and I were alone. He had been planning a trip to his horse-breeding farm, and had sent his servants ahead with his luggage. Thus, he and I had the privacy we both longed for.
I was frightened; I wanted him desperately, but the feelings that went through me were so newā¦the thought of actually being with himā¦acting out the woodcuts, the Kama Sutraā¦my mind spun at the thought.
