haremfaery
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Hasina flipped through the mortals' dreams liked a bored woman flipping through a magazine in a waiting room. Mortal men's dreams. She had tired of toying with women, so she had changed from Hasin to Hasina. Now she was looking for a man to slake her hunger. She decided a challenge would make his surrender all the sweeter.
Ah, that one. He was the one she wanted.
Alone on a sultry summer night, the young lover waited for the object of his affection to return.
His mind filled with thoughts of her, he never the less had had a few drinks, and was watching the television and became drowsy.
"Where is she?," he muttered to no one in particular. He'd thought she'd be home from helping her sister get over her messy divorce.
Steadily, he became drowsy, and before he knew it he found himself in a bar in Morocco, staring at a dusky beauty twirling before him, her veils fluttering in the breeze as she moved lithely through her dance.
The woman moved seductively around the tables, undulating her body, rolling her hips. She had a subtle smile on her lips. She danced in front of one man and then another. But she always danced back to one man in particular. The one she really wanted.
Her dance was artful and sensuous, not the raunchy jiggles of a street dancer. She was mysterious and alluring. Her costume enhanced her figure concealing, revealing, teasing, promising. Hasina fluttered her veil around the man's shoulders like a caress. It smelled of incense and patchouli.
Ah, that one. He was the one she wanted.
Alone on a sultry summer night, the young lover waited for the object of his affection to return.
His mind filled with thoughts of her, he never the less had had a few drinks, and was watching the television and became drowsy.
"Where is she?," he muttered to no one in particular. He'd thought she'd be home from helping her sister get over her messy divorce.
Steadily, he became drowsy, and before he knew it he found himself in a bar in Morocco, staring at a dusky beauty twirling before him, her veils fluttering in the breeze as she moved lithely through her dance.
The woman moved seductively around the tables, undulating her body, rolling her hips. She had a subtle smile on her lips. She danced in front of one man and then another. But she always danced back to one man in particular. The one she really wanted.
Her dance was artful and sensuous, not the raunchy jiggles of a street dancer. She was mysterious and alluring. Her costume enhanced her figure concealing, revealing, teasing, promising. Hasina fluttered her veil around the man's shoulders like a caress. It smelled of incense and patchouli.
