The Seraglio

You entered the Seraglio.

The harem slaves were bathing and preparing themselves for your pleasure.

Nude girls oiled for the act of love, their lips perfumed, their thighs trembling to spread, their buttocks weighty, the way your father had liked them.

There were the expected sighs, and languid bodies spread on the floor, virgin girls whose every crevice was yours for the asking, experienced slave girls whose skills would press you upward to undreamed of ecstasies.

A few months from now, they would all be pregnant.