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Shahrazad Reborn
"I can't sleep"
Her body emerged from the darkness like a shimmer of light playing across a velvet curtain. The contours of her olive Persian skin were accentuated by pools of shadow and whisps of moonlight as she stalked over to the bed in nothing but the ethereal hint of a slip and the golden thong heels she wore instead of slippers. Her harem heels, as I called them.
"Neither can I, why don't you join me?"
Her thighs made the smooth sound of skin on skin as she climbed onto the bed and curled up beside me. Black, fragrant hair tickled across my chest and I could smell almonds and cocoa butter.
"How about a story?" she asked.
"How about sex?" I fired back with a grin that could only be seen and not heard.
"I'll tell you a story, one that would have made my grandmother proud."
And this is the story that she told me.
May.17.2004