The Lustful Turk

the Dey ceased speaking his rampant tool (which I must confess I was handling during his confession) gave tokens of preparation

t is the Dey who has enjoyed your virginity, whose wife you suppose yourself to be, and whom you now feel up to the hilt in your vitals

you should reap the crop your hand has raised

which deliciously cooled the parts he had so potently warmed

I was on the altar, and, butcher-like, he was determined to complete the sacrifice