The Story of Scheherazade

The story begins on the night following the end of the one thousand and first nights. The Sultan Shahriar has finally fallen asleep, dreams of quests and adventures arising behind his closed eyelids. Scheherazade slowly rises, rubs the small brass lamp next to her bed, and whispers to the Djinni coalescing at her side:

"Oh Djinn, I have fulfilled my duty as wife and brought peace to my husband's heart. Will thy finally grant me a wish as thou promised over three years ago."

"Yes, Oh Sultana. You have fulfilled the condition for my granting you a single wish. Choose wisely.", he said.

"Then it is my wish that each and every story I tell from now on become real for the ones who hear it, so that they may be transformed deeply by their wisdom."

"Your wish is my command, Sultana. It shall be so.", he replied.

And Scheherazade, Sultana to the King Shahriar, went back to sleep with a smile in her heart and a deep pleasurable sigh.

The next night, as the Sultan readied himself for another story, Scheherazade winked at him curiously. She had been waiting so long to fulfill her sensual and sexual desires. She was still young, and many fantasies inhabited her with ferocious and delightful appetite. Knowing it would all be different now, she knew not where to begin, and for the first time in years, she found herself hesitating: now was the time for her to tell stories of rapture, lust, and sensual delights. Now was the time for her to create the stuff sexual secrets are made of!

And as Scheherazade began to tell the stories of Arabian Nights all over again, she realized that her wish had allowed her to become a sort of Djinn herself, able to create world and grant wishes with her very words..."

And as the story begins, you realize it is...

The Story of You

As you exit your carriage and walk towards Kasbah Naughtya, you notice the air shimmer and grow warmer, as if... as if you have crossed a portal of sorts, walked into another world. Exotic smells reach your nose, beautiful music reach your ears, and every sigh awakens your curiosity and turns you on. The Kasbah is a mix of so many cultures, but the people you encounter seem to have come from the faraway lands of the East. Here a sultry belly dancer moves languidly to live sitar, flute, and tablas, everywhere djinnis offering themselves to guests, ready to grant them a tantalizing wish of their choosing. And still a little bit further, sitting at the edge of a bed, a strangely familiar woman tells a tale to two lovers embracing each other and a rapt audience. And as you walk past a platter of delicious tajine and other victuals and onto the deck of the palace, you see for the first time a pond where the men and women of the harems of the Sultan and Sultanan happily splash and in the steaming waters.

And this is when you realize that all the guests in this house have something in common: they are all in some state of undress, some state of bliss, some state of sensual delight, rapture, and sexual abandon. And as you witness this, you feel your body awaken to your own desires, which you know will find fulfillment tonight!

Indeed, there is something magical about this place. It's as if... as if it came right out of someone's wild exotic imagination... a story in the telling, a fantasy in the making.

But for now, you leave your cares behind. It no longer matters what is real and what is not, for you have walked into...

"The Sultry Wish of Scheherazade"

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