Midnight at the Oasis

[sirhugs]

nust be the snow and blowing snow that make me crave a desert setting... though I'm picturing more mad max type desert than lounging with Maria Muldar.

 

[Rob_Royale]

Not quite sure where your going with this, but it's a good setting. Different at the very least.

 

[Carnevil9]

I bet that a lot of humping occurs, and I don't just mean the camels.

If you want to get all exotic, it could be an extended family of Bedouins or whatever they call those nomadic desert dwellers, possibly a nobleman with a harem, and lots of fun sex in the tents that they pitch every night (pun intended).

Or it could be archeologists working on a dig, and at night they pair off and dig in each others' pants. Maybe one couple breaks into a pharaoh's tomb and have sex on top of the sarcophagus, which of course releases a curse that they soon regret.

Or it could be one lost man, crawling through the sand under the blazing sun, and he stumbles across an oasis filled with water and grass and fruit trees and three beautiful horny maidens who comfort him and fuck him. Until he wakes up and realized that he imagined the whole thing.

 

[DeusAudivit]

nust be the snow and blowing snow that make me crave a desert setting... though I'm picturing more mad max type desert than lounging with Maria Muldar.

Wasn't Midnight at the Oasis a song from way back when?

 

[sirhugs]

...and the winner is...

yes, it was a hit in the day. Sung by Maria Muldar

 

[ericrodman101]

...and the winner is...

yes, it was a hit in the day. Sung by Maria Muldar

And sung very sexily too.

 

[DeusAudivit]

I didn't know who it was by but I get the connection now. Emily will have to be spanked for not telling me.

 

[DeusAudivit]

Probably get told off for this but I think this is a great idea for a crossover story. This is the idea for someone to play with for next year winter competition, or I might try it myself any idea on what his wishes could be?

As it is SirHugs Thread I might get away with it.

The great, glittering expanse of the Saharan desert wrapped itself in a cloak of silver, windswept dunes reaching upward toward a sea of stars at midnight. Gone was the bustle and energy of the North Pole as Santa Claus, drawing his magic sleigh on a strange detour in the rounds of global gift delivery, found himself whipped into an instant sandstorm by playful desert spirits. The auroras shimmered faintly on the horizon, but here-in the desolate heart of the wasteland, a different sort of sorcery stirred beneath the silence.

With a jolt and a crunch of reindeer antlers against ancient rock, Santa's sleigh-most gracious in flight fell to a soft drift landing of sand near some forgotten oasis. The palm trees, leaning toward one another, gently wayed in the warm night breeze; their fronds whispered secrets of ages past. The reindeer Prancer, Dasher, and a slightly dazed Blitzen shook the sand from their harnesses and snorted in confusion. Santa, still clad in red velvet with snow-dusted boots, climbed out with a groan.

"Whoa, now that's not on the route!" he exclaimed, pushing his glasses up and surveying the damage. The runners of the sleigh were buckled, the starlight navigation system was sparking, and the magic dust reservoir was almost dry. "Looks like we're grounded for a bit, boys."

His boot struck something half buried in the sand as he searched the area for anything useful: a weathered, ornate green glass bottle, sealed by wax enchanted with runes that pulsed faintly with golden light. Curious, Santa picked it up, dusting off centuries of dirt. "Now this looks familiar." He rubbed the bottle gently, more from curiosity than expectation.

There was suddenly a pop and a swirl of rose scented smoke, from which emerged an enormous figure: a radiant female genie, her form shimmering with stardust, draped in flowing silks the colour of twilight. Her eyes sparkled with desert opals, and about her hummed the subtle aura of power. She floated just above the sand, her voice melodic yet commanding.

"By the dunes of eternity and the fire of the lanterns of forgetfulness," she declared, "I am Zahara, the Eternal Flame of the Oasis, bound to serve the one who frees me. For giving me my freedom from the prison that had been mine for centuries, I grant you jolly traveller of winter skies three wishes, each as immense as your heart desires."

Santa blinked, stroking his white beard thoughtfully. "Three wishes, eh? Well, that's mighty generous. Though I don't usually deal in wishes-more in lists and logistics but seeing as we're a bit off course." He smiled, looking from the genie to his stranded reindeer, then up at the endless sky. "Seems like fate's giving me a second route. "And thus, bathed in the silent glow of the moon and the mute palms of the oasis, Santa Claus stood at the crossroads of magic and mystery, three precious wishes at his command, and a night that had just be gusto unravel its wonders.

 

[ConsiderateBeast]

We may finally get answers to the two questions the song leaves open:

- where did you get the idea that "sheikh" is pronounced sheek?
- what were they doing with that camel?

 

[DeusAudivit]

We may finally get answers to the two questions the song leaves open:

- where did you get the idea that "sheikh" is pronounced sheek?
- what were they doing with that camel?

I have no idea on both counts I am afraid. But if you mean {Zahara} Its not that hard to work out. Merry Christmas

 

[ConsiderateBeast]

No, I was thinking of the song. Not only does the singer mispronounce sheikh, she also says "you won't need no camel, honey" and talks about singing the camel to bed, which raises.... Questions about what would be happening if she wasn't there

 

[DeusAudivit]

No, I was thinking of the song. Not only does the singer mispronounce sheikh, she also says "you won't need no camel, honey" and talks about singing the camel to bed, which raises.... Questions about what would be happening if she wasn't there

Ok I get it now, isn't it poetic licence making the word fit the song. Would she be referring to the camel, saying he wont need to ride the camel any more when he could ride her if he stayed at the oasis?

 

[ConsiderateBeast]

Yeah but I have a dirty mind, I'm on this Literotica website....

 

[Carnevil9]

We may finally get answers to the two questions the song leaves open:

- where did you get the idea that "sheikh" is pronounced sheek?
- what were they doing with that camel?

It's been pronounced like that for over a hundred years, at least in the English speaking world.