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The General's Treasure* Book Reviewed

Submitted by e-written on Fri, 01/08/2010 - 14:54

"It is a refreshing take on an age old story with an ending that is unexpected for the subject matter. Ana Star writes a delightful tale that will change a reader’s view of the past."

Delane, Coffee Time Romance on The General's Treasure

 

"...this one was sexy once Salima grew up...Cute and kinky, with a happy ending Ms Star did a good job."

Romancereader, Seriously Reviewed on The General's Treasure

 The General's Treasure (18+ Only)

 Genre: Erotica

Publisher’s Price: $2.99

Word Count:  10, 068

 

 


Short excerpt from The General's Treasure:

               “May I wash you, master?” I said as I fetched the cloth from his hand.

“What are you doing? Go back to your room now,” the general ordered.
I refused to obey. Instead I began washing his calves, going in a slow upward motion. I splashed him and continued my movement. His sex arose suddenly. The general must’ve been embarrassed because he stopped me with one hand and covered himself with the other.
“Salima, I can’t. You must be kept pure for the sultan. Please do as I say,” he pleaded. His tone had changed; it was soft and imploring.
“There are many things I can do without jeopardizing my purity. All I am doing is washing you. Perhaps you desire a different kind of washing?” I teased with a twinkle in my eye. I could not believe what I was doing. I was bold, domineering and hungry for love. To touch and be touched, to feel and be felt is what I desired most at this moment. Everything appeared clear in my mind. I knew what I wanted and I would get it.
My body burned with passion as I realized I was naked in front of him. There was enough space for me to kneel down into the basin. I kissed his thighs with my lips. His wet hairs stuck to the skin feeling almost nonexistent as I licked upward. I gave long licks on each leg. My hands scratched his hips down to his outside thighs. He grunted. His hand petted the top of my head.
“Salima, you don’t have to do this,” he said.
My hand massaged around his groin, slowly moving toward his erect cock.

 

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