I was mad with desire.

     My body twitched and shimmied under the Nubian's firm touch, his fingers slick with the spicy, melted perfume, the tingling sensations skipping over my skin, exquisite, and satisfying.  I'd never experienced anything so pleasurable as the black man's hands anointing my skin with this exotic perfume.  Massaging my breasts, curving down over my ribcage, his hands gripping my hips, then inserting one finger inside me circling my engorged clit, then another exploring my anal hole with a dexterity that made me crave more.

     Ah, dear reader, I can't tell you what joy I experienced the first time I surrendered to the spell of Cleopatra's perfume.  Certainly there were moments of incredibility, but aren't these moments due to the limitations we place upon ourselves to accept what we deem to be the impossible?  Wasn't it merely my civilized mind trying to override what my body hungered for?

          I surrendered to my carnal needs, pushed all thoughts aside, my loneliness winning the mental game when Ramzi produced a pale golden alabaster box carved with delicate emblems outlined in black.  Atop the container sat the nude, bare-breasted figure of a queen holding a scepter and perched on a throne.  Cleopatra.  He opened it and a powerful aroma overwhelmed me, what I'd describe as a combination of sweet, spicy, and musky.  The organic earthy scent sent my head into a dizzying tailspin, so strong was the smell.  Tugging on the restraints, I leaned forward and sniffed again.  Inside the box I saw a solid, wax-like substance also the color of pale gold nestled inside.  Perfume as the Egyptians made it. 

            I watched Ramzi nod to Mahmoud.  The Nubian removed the unguent then, rubbing his large black hands together, the solid perfume became more viscous as it melted in his palms.  With sensual strokes, he applied the perfume between my breasts, around my nipples, pinching them, then down my ribcage, massaging my pubic mound before parting my thighs and anointing my labia with the scent.  I sighed over and over, letting go, not caring if I revealed to the Egyptian the intense hunger I possessed for sensual gratification. 

            Be aware, dear reader, though I choose to pursue a sexual life outside the ordinary, I'm cognizant of the fact I invite criticism and what can be conceived by others to be mystical and audacious.  Call me a sybarite, if you will, but fate handed me a life most women only dream about in their imaginations or read in novels. 

            I wasn't about to let it go.

            I became aware of a tingling sensation beginning at my toes then edging up toward the inside of my bare thighs as he continued dabbing perfume behind my ears, on my throat, between my breasts, then snaking his finger into my anal hole, twisting it, then pushing deeper, deeper.  I spread my legs wider, the urge to engage all my senses in this adventure dominating my will.  How did he come into the possession of such an atar? I asked Ramzi.  And why anoint me with its intoxicating scent?    

            He didn't answer me but merely smiled, then showed me a large ruby and pearl ring he swore he'd taken from an antechamber said to contain Cleopatra's personal jewelry, including the legendary pearls she wore to seduce Caesar.  He eased the ring onto my forefinger then slipped his hand between my legs.  The white heat singeing my flesh with his touch was so extraordinary I nearly swooned.  I willed myself to remain conscious, not only to revel in the frenzied sensations shooting through me, but to listen to him reveal the mystery of the evocative scent. 

I will tell you the story of Cleopatra's perfume as Ramzi told it to me, word by word, for I've never forgotten it...

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