Harem Girl (Past Life Regression, #1) / Past Life Regression (ePub)

Past Life Regression: Harem Girl by Joan Russell 7,033 words. Adult + Giselle Prudhomme was undergoing therapy for sex addiction. After six months of futile sessions, Dr. Kimble suggested they try past life regression to see if an earlier life was driving her to confuse sex with survival. As she went back in time Giselle found herself in the harem of the great master of the world the Asian warrior-king Tamarlane. She was given once chance to ensnare him with love or lose her life. Contains: Explicit erotica, oral sex, anal sex, bondage, spanking and more. Adults 18+. All sexually active characters in this story are 18 and over. Adult +. Other Past Life Regression stories include: Virgin in a North Texas Cat House.

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Light in a bright room blinded her for a moment and she felt her eyes squint against it.
"Are you there?" she heard Dr. Kimble ask, as if from a great distance.
"Yes," she replied. Her own voice was soft. She could hear the trance in her reply.
"What do you see?"
"The room is big, really big, and full of light," she said slowly. She felt herself gaze around in wonder at the strange place in which she found herself. "The colors are gold and orange and there are mosaics on the floor. There are many levels here that are built into the room. There are scattered pillows, pools for bathing and many women and children, some in costumes many completely nude. They are lying around, talking, or bathing or doing their hair. Out the windows I can see onion domes."
"Can you find yourself in the room?"
"Yes. I am new here. I am not dressed like the others. My clothes are stained as if I have traveled a great distance. I am frightened."
"What is your name?"
"Angelica."
"How old are you Angelica?"
"I was nineteen four days ago."
"How did you get here?"
"I was captured by pirates and sold at a slave market."
"Captured and sold?"
"Yes. I was on my way to my wedding. I was sailing to meet my new husband. I think I have always been a prize of some kind. I think I never had a choice about who I would be married to. I think I was going to marry someone rich and powerful so I must come from a wealthy powerful family. I'm very beautiful even in my travel clothes after many days in a caravan of some kind."
"Were you afraid of your marriage?" Dr. Kimble asked.
"No. I was honored by my wedding. This is different."