A Sultana’s Passion
In the heart of a bustling Arabic city, a sultry Sultana, Aisha, reclined on her opulent divan, clad in a sheer, diaphanous gown that revealed more than it concealed. Her dark eyes glittered with desire as she contemplated the handsome, half-naked slave boy who stood before her, nervously awaiting her command. “Come hither, boy,” she …