My name is Sara and I was born into a nomadic tent village located deep within the Arabian desert. Growing up, we relied on our camel caravans to transport us from one place to another, always following the windswept dunes. As a young girl, I learned to weave intricate patterns into traditional robes using silk turbans and falcons were often seen perched on gloves. Our market stalls were filled with handwoven rugs and palm trees swayed in the breeze as hookah smoke wafted through the air. At night, we would gather around oriental lanterns while listening to brass instruments play. It was a mystical and serene aesthetic that I will always cherish.
As I grew older, I began to explore the ancient ruins surrounding our village. The ruins were filled with intricate arabesque tiles and clay jugs that told stories of a bygone era. I soon discovered my love for falconry, and my favorite bird was a gyrfalcon named Zara. She was beautiful and muscular, with a big ass and chubby thighs. Her moaning sounds were sexy, and her shocked expressions always made me laugh.
In my seventies now, I have retired from falconry but still enjoy the simple pleasures of life - like smoking hookah and listening to brass instruments play. The desert heat can be unforgiving, but the oasis at night provides a respite from the harsh conditions. I am completely nude and moaning as I write this, reminiscing about my youth in the desert. It was a special time in my life, filled with adventure and wonder, and I will always cherish those memories.