OK. This might all go spectacularly wrong...just know that right off. I'm still finishing off what will be the last two chapters of Harley Dreams, so don't worry, that will still be my priority. But lets take a little trip back in time, both in rl and my imagination. A while back, many months ago...I started a story called, yes you guessed it, "Perfumed Garden' It was a bit of a departure for me. Most of my stories follow a somewhat familiar pattern. By that I mean they're set in a relatively contemporary Naomily world. The girls are either in their late teens or early twenties and meet up under various guises and plot devices. Its a simple story arc...girl meets girl, falls in love, things get complicated and usually hearts are either broken or badly bruised. I never give them an easy ride (stop it) but almost always they end up in the position of riding on a wave of pure love to eventual nirvana in the final chapter.
I do love me a bit of happy Naomily, specially at the end. A couple of things you can guarantee with me is that there will be liberal amounts of smut and angst, plus the occasional bit of infidelity. No one said we can't play around with their emotions before we give them some joy, did they?
But Perfumed Garden was a definite left turn for me. For a start its set in the dim distant past, when Suleiman the Great had only recently departed this mortal coil. His son was on the Ottoman throne and as Sultan, he had the power of life and death over every lowly subject in his vast and widespread empire. Lives were cheap and women had very little if any say in their futures. An absolute despot is on the jewel encrusted throne and lots of nasty middlemen are jockeying for favour and influence below the gilded Royal chambers.
Sort of a mediaeval Donald Trump type dynasty? Without tweets.
Chief of these courtiers is the Grand Vizier. Think a sort of supercharged Prime Minister (not the useless object we currently have in Downing Street) with lots more clout and a prodigious appetite for young flesh and the other earthly delights of the capital city.
So...a glorious palace, all marble, gold, silks and exotic objet d'art as far as the eye can see. Everyone scared shitless of the Vizier and his odious enforcer. The Sultan nominally ruling over everyone, but for obvious reasons, not able to oversee everything that goes on.
Dramatis Personae ...see I did read some Shakespeare at college...(at least I know Voldemort isn't in Hamlet, Pandora Moon...yes you…) are as follows.
Selim II the Sultan – as himself
The Grand Vizier Kamal – as himself
The Royal enforcer – Cuk (also known to us as Cook)
Gia – Gina Campbell, a still beautiful blonde concubine, captured on a raid of the Greek island of Lesbos years before, who has borne the Sultan a single girl child, who is…
Naomi – who else. The stunning blue eyed 16 year old natural blonde (no peroxide in those days) who captures the heart (and provokes intense lust) of everyone who claps eyes on her. Sadly that includes the Vizier and Cuk.
Emilia - Ahh, who else but our Ems? The gloriously beautiful but lowly born twin daughter of Nergis (Jenna) and Ramazan (Rob). Dark haired and liquid eyed, finding out rapidly that other girls can be a lot of fun.
Katerina – none other than KFF. Less sweary and alcohol fixated than the one we're used to, but equally feisty and unlike her delicious twin, immune to the power of the pussy.
The story will follow their lives and how they collide, in the city now known as Istanbul. Other characters will also appear. Thomas would make a wonderful Nubian eunuch, yeah...all broad smiles and muscles?
But without giving too much away, which isn't difficult because I only have rough notes and plot ideas from the previous attempt to write this, I will be posting the first proper chapter in a week or two. Certainly, I'll be working on it during putting up the last two chapters of Harley.
Of course, if no one wants to read it, feel free to let me know and I'll find something more productive outside FF to do!
Form an orderly queue...
Lizzie