In a far off place where souls collide

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The Jordanian desert was as hot as everyone had said. My friend Mod had insisted that we wear the native robes to venture into what the Saba call the wilderness. I had come to Jordan to buy a horse. More percisely a stallion of remarkable blood lines. The first Royal Stallion to be sold for a hundred years from Arabia. The Stallion was really from Persia, a property of the Sha, in the time before the Itollas ruled the land of the Peacock throne. Jordan had become a black market for Royal treasures. Close to Palistine and the gateway to the west. The European Jews have opened the old world of Arabia in ways that no one would have imagined.

The trip to the Jordanian desert was a side trip. I had mentioned to Mod that I would like to see Petra and he had gotten very excited. He said we could make the trip but only as natives. So here was a boy from Oklahoma on the wrong side of the world dressed as a camel herder on a trek to see a lost city. Little did I know I would discover a world even older than Arabia and more secret that the Pyrimids of Eygpt. In Petra I would find the gate to Paradise.

 

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On to Petra

As the sun beat down like a great white hot lash. The notice of the flesh beneath the robe awakened my memories of other deserts and other times. So long I had dwelled in the dry lands of the world. The Arizona desert and the high plains, all hot dry places, unforgiving places, that drain the essence and fire the imagination. As we walked leading the horses my mind now spinning from the relentless pounding of the march grew clear and opened to the feelings of the desert. The smell of hot sweat and sweet perfume, the rythmic stride and the lingering taste of salt on my lips. Like the residue of a kiss. I watched Mod walk along, the rode hid his young tan body, rippling with muscles from the days he spent "pumping iron" on the roof of the house in Hifa. The dark hair and black eyes of a Sabra, not like the European jews. Mod is a child of the Middle East, a soldier and warrior in the tradition of King David.

 

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on to Petra

The shadows grew as the wilderness stretched out in front of us. The vehicle road to Petra had been closed by the war with Iraq and horse back had been a better alternative than walking. But walking is what you do mostly in the desert. Horses burn up quickly and if you don't pace then you will just wind-up buriing them along the trail. The fading light cooled the air and as I mounted Gina the Arabian mare I had borrowed I could feel the breeze. I watch Mod strip out of his robe and lay it over the saddle. He turned and said it was a couple of hours to the valley and we should go on and camp in the shelter of the mouth of the valley. We would have all day to explore Petra tomorrow.
I pulled off my robe and tied it behind me and Mod and I rode off to find Petra in the dying light. I knew it would be a cold camp and crackers for supper. I wondered where Sophia was tonight. We had not parted well.

 

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Sophia, a memory

Sophia seemed almost there in the dying light. Her smooth tanned skin and the way she moved like a cat. Naked on the terrace. She never minded the occassional looker, the exhibitionist in her was one of the things that made her exciting. Her overt sensuality was just a part of her. She never tried to hide it. She loved the fact that she could excite a man to the point that he would gladly pay a heft price to posess her. That was of course the lie of it. They might rent but they never owned her. She had broken two husbands, one to the point of suicide and the other she left penniless on the Riviara. She had fled France to Isral claiming the right of return, knowing that the Isralies would take 6 months to process her visa and in that time she could find another lover or benefactor. Sophia had heard all about America and in the days before 9/11 she would have gone to hollywood, but now she needed a sponsor. That had been the role she had choosen for me, but it had not worked out as she had planed.

On that last night in Amon, she had intended to seduce me to the point where I would agree to anything and give up this foolish trip to Petra. From the first kiss that night that had been tighter and deeper and wetter than ever before to the sheer dress, stocking and high heels that were by Jordanian standards scandalous. She knew I loved the erotic and a little sleazy look of a girl on the make. The evening had been fun, the slow striptease she had done all evening from letting her hair down as we left the resturant, removing her bra at the bar so her erect nipples would be exposed through the sheer dress to removing her G string panties at the dance club and offering them to me as proof that she was soaking wet between her legs. All steps designed to fire my brain with desire and they had. I had played along at every step. Kissing her neck when I first arrived to pick her up, and later when she let her hair down I ran my finger through it and grabbed a handful hair to hint to her what awaited her later. The feeling of being dominated had always made her hot. When I had brushed her nipples and whispered to her how I wanted to suck them gently I kniew she had been aroused, and in the cab back to her place when I had slid my hand under her naked butt and fingered her from beneath as we rode through the streets had sent feeling of passion and desire through her.

By the time we reached my room she was ready for sex. Hard hot animal sex. The kind that comes with teasing and a little whisky.

 

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In the cool of the evening

As we entered the upstairs flat, in the fading light of a long hot desert day. I noticed the cool breeze through the open window brought goose bumps to Sophia's smooth flesh. I could feel them as my hand brushed the hair from her shoulder and I kissed her bare neck. She shivered just a little as my hand slide beneath her dress and caressed her fine lean ass. I presed her hard against the wall in the hall and held her tightly as I opened her legs and stroked her already wet pussy. The low moan from deep inside her excited me. The intensity of her kisses ignited thoughts of lust and passion. My hand fell on a cotton scarf of the finest Eygpton cotton. The fine fabric, like silk to the touch, but cool in the desert heat. I gently wrapped around Sophia's and covered her eyes with it. The darkness had always been a favorite place to play for Sophia. She had said once that when the visual sense was removed, the other senses were intensified. I noticed just the hint of a smile as she felt the darkness decend. I loved her blindfolded, because it ment I could leave the lights on and feast on beauty of her form, and tonight I had a special game in mind.

 

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Games

As I looked into the typically arab apartment, the wood shutters filtered the light and the furniture looked less drab. As my hands moved slowly up Sophia's body caressing as I moved, the simple black dress came off over her head. The vision of her there against the wall, blindfolded and naked, less for the stockings and high heels. Her swollen pink lips glistening and inviting. Her well toned form like a statue, in living flesh. I through her dress aside and caressed her breasts, gently squeezing them together and teasing the nipples. The aroma of her wet hot sex rose like a spirit and filled the air. I thought she always smelled of sandal wood, until she was excited and then it was the warm dark scent of musk and night jasmine. I looked at the low coffee table in front of the sofa. Heavy and strudy, the old oak had a masculin appeal and the construction was the right height. The reins from my horse bridle lay on the floor by the table. I had not given Sophia the chance to see the brass rings I had added to the tables legs and underneath the top. Sophia still moaned as I had stroked her vaginal lips and teased her clit with my skilled fingers. I still held her tight to the wall and could feel her alternately, clench and relax as I played with her. I reach down and unzipped my fly. My rock hard erection thrust out in a moment and I took it in my hand and gently ran it up Sophia's wet lips, just so the head would part them and no more. She purred with anticipation as she felt the erotic flesh of my cock against her woman's womb. She began to squirm now, she wanted to move on. The standing naked against the wall had made her hot. Now she wanted satisfaction.

 

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Games

As I took Sophia by the hand and lead her to the sofa, she was a little wobbly, but now I could really enjoy the view. Her flawless skin a little moist with sweat, like dew. Quickly she tried to compose herself, deep breaths, trying to relax. Things weren't working out quite as she had planed. She was accustom to control. She had usually been in control. She liked control, but her body had betrayed her here. The waves of lust and passion had flooded through her like a great purge of suppressed desire. First just desire to effect events, but then desire to feel the burning torch of lust be quenched and finally the desire to be consumed, to give way to all the intense feeling and experience the flash and then the burn out.

I pushed Sophia down on the couch and pushed her knees apart. I knew in the dark of her blindfold she would anticipate a deep thrusting to follow. Her lower lips had already tasted cock and were wet with anticipation.

I reached over and took a rein in my hand and quickly looped the leather strap around Sophia's wrist. First one then the other. Little reaction like she really didn't know what was happening and had to pause to process it. I quickly treaded the leather straps through the brass rings on each end of the table. I stood up slowly and ran my hard cock across Sophia's face and the head moist with pre-cum over her lips. I knew she would know the taste and remember the last time she had sucked my cock in the mens room of the Airport, as a reminder of what I was leaving. I stepped back over the table and slowly pulle the straps. Sophia was pulled gently foreward and her arms stretch out. She slowly assume the position on her knees spread out over the coffee table. Her breasts press down on the shiny oak table and her behind a little in the air as she knelt by the table. Such a beautiful back like wings and hr narrow waiste drawn like an arrow to point to her fine round ass. For a moment I held the reins firmly and admired the veiw. A position I had imagined her in many times.

 

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Joining the Caravan....

I had decided to join the caravan to Petra as it ambled along I wondered for the billionth time I was there. Then I remembered the archeological department had wanted to see the horse that was to be sold one like its lines had not been sold for a hundred years. I was to document its sale if possible and to also speak to the person who purchased this remarkable horse. Rigth then I was wishing I was on it instead of the slowly jerking camel my back was killing me.

The men of the department had decided to send me simply because I was the most qualified for the job My family had been raising horses for a few hundred years and I could tell bad stock with a quick glimpse. I had decided to dress int he usual khaki colors of the desert and had opted for a hard hat with a trail of gauze along the back of my shoulders. But still the heat was remarkable for an english bred rose such as myself. By the end of the nights I was grateful for the cooling breeze and on those rare occassions when the oasis was found I would have the men under my employ bring in a few extra buckets to ease the heat from my aching flesh.

I cursed the camel once more under my breath as he walked on through the heat. If I never rode another camel again it would be too soon.

 

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The valley pool

The carvan finally reached the mouth of the valley, enterance to Petra. There on the valley wall was a spring of fresh water and at the base a pool, an oasis where travelers have water thier stock and bathed for centuries. I wondered if the mistress of the caravan would bath tonight?

 

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Desert nights

Mod had started a small fire in the lea of the cliffs. He had desided that cold camp wsa just not proper with the mistress with us. The night was chilly and with the company Mod and I could not sleep together as was our custom when traveling alone. To many European predjuices. The soft Americans had never understood the reallity of the desert. Never waste anything in the desert, not even the body heat of a traveling companion, but this was an American style adventure with a woman along. The woman, her presents changed the journey as they always do. I even noticed my feelings about the night were different, the trip was distracted by her. The every breeze bespoke a kiss, every russle in the grass a whisper. The night had more perfume and the sky spoke of velvet and diamonds. The woman opened an avenue of adventure not considered before...

 

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Being restless and wanting to get to where we were headed I decided to walk with in the encampment. Pulling on a sarong over my clothing I began to walk outside my tent much to the dismay of a few of the bearers. I shushed them and went for a walk anyway. It was a beautiful night and the stars could be seen for miles. THey had lit a fire tonight and I decided to keep away from the flames so that I would not become too hot again. I was tired of being hot. I walked in the direction of the lagoon and moved behind and outcropping of rocks where no one could see me and leaned against the stones to watch the stars twinkle and the black inky velvet engulf me. I hadn't realized anyone saw me walk away.

 

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to consider the opportunity

As I watched the mistress of the Caravan walking in the darkness I could feel the gentle breeze on my skin. It was an unconcious thing to slip out of my robe and feel the night air on my naked flesh. I moved behind the mistress as she walked and watched her enjoy the night. In the moon light I could see as she gently ran her hand into the top of her out fit and caressed her nipple. I watched as she slowly decended on a blanket of moss and I could see her hand between her legs. As I moved closer I could see she was lost in her own pleasure. She rocked gently back and forth ...

 

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Her head fell back along the rocks and the cool breeze slid along her body and she loved the feel of the inky black sky overhead and the sound of the fire crackling nearby enter her consciousness too. The feeling of want began to slide over my body and I began to caress my body my eyes closed unaware I was being watched I slowly slid my robe open a bit and caressed my breasts.

In my imagination it was a lover, a sheik who slid his hands over me and I could feel his cool breath at my neck and his hands at my clothing tugging the robe open more to begin to caress my sex. A small moan escaped my lips and I shivered realizing how dangerous it was for me to be doing this here and bit my lower lip and then shed my robe and dived into the cooling water of the lagoon. The cold water felt delicious against my skin.

 

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in the darkness

Quickly in the privacy of the dark the watching the Mistress make love to her self had now touch me in an intense way and my passion rose. The heat around me swept me forward and I left my cloths on the rocky crag. Apparantly unaware of my presents I moved closer to the naked figure in the lagoon. My manhood now full arosed I easily stood a to my full length. The intense heat of passion from my groin filled the are with the musky odor of sex, so many fantasies filled my brain spinning and swiming in the lagoon..