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I don’t have a quiver. I have a harem.
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Twenty-two perfect, painted ladies. A Sultan’s selection of curves and points and hips and tails, all carved from alabaster polyester, then carefully handpicked for my own personal pleasure. In return, they pass their days wrapped in the finest cloth, caressed like precious glass, worshipped as princesses.
A select few I see every day. The others often wait years for their time in the sun. But no matter our time together, each one remains priceless, shaped more of favorite memories than foam, making even the most overlooked beauty almost impossible to live without.
That is why very few will ever escape. And if I do decide to pass along one of my prize jewels, I choose carefully. A new master must prove worthy. They must worship her every nuance. For I’d rather see the most battered bride ride my walls for eternity than go unappreciated — unloved.
A quiver? A quiver is a tool of warfare, something you empty with pointed rage, relentlessly spending each arrow to punish some enemy — then refill with a dozen more.
A harem you consciously piece together over a course of years and decades, sharing alltime sessions and passions until you are one. A harem, you hold onto. For life.
— Stu Nahan
Board: Murray Ross Glass: Rascoe Hunt
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