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jawahir enjoyed the physical a touch too strongly, unwilling to let the moment pass, and lingered there a breath longer after the withdrawal.
the question earned a smile.
a boy, though i judge he was made a man already; i found him willing. although he had nothing to offer the jewel in exchange.
our favorite pharaoh, of course. lashes flutter. anarkali knew the man the same way as jawahir - more, maybe, as she was often his chosen.
and others, but none keen for a bite.