Once in time, Great Sheik Abdullah looked forward every
evening to the entertaining pleasures of his cherished troupe
of dancers, each an accomplished mistress in the art of
temptation and a consummate purveyor of carnal
satisfaction. Peace, tranquility and orgasmic satisfaction
filled his tent.
But things changed when the dazzling Habeeba caught his eye
in the tent of Trader Maha Akeehla, a concubine scout with a
sophisticated talent for discovering uniquely fresh loin
With the exotic music of tribal culture, Habeeba's smoldering
eyes and rhythmic hips spoke of pleasures so delicious they
drove Great Sheik Abdullah to unbridled obsession.
Thirty pieces of gold secured title to young Habeeba just
two days before the beginning of her fourteenth season.
In a sense of urgency that could not be denied, Great
Sheik Abdullah turned over his young prize to Aeyella,
his most loyal concubine, a woman of experience and
unmatched sensuality. For twenty years, she had served her
master's passions with undaunted skill.
Great Sheik Abdullah's command to Aeyella rang short
and direct: "It is my great wish of the heart that you teach
young Habeeba every trick and art of your harem mastery.
In so doing, I will reward you with life-long security.
But fail, and I will have your wretched body tied between
two horses and drawn to shreds fit only for the
needs of predators of the desert."
Morning, noon and night for two new moons plus ten
suns, Chief Concubine Aeyalla drilled young Habeeba,
exerting every effort to instill in the future harem
favorite a mastery of erotic temptation and
corporal fulfillment never before possessed by
one single concubine, a feminine power so great,
loyalist Aeyella feared for the safety and well-being
of her Great Sheik Abdullah.
Sundown of the seventy-fifth day brought to Aeyella
a message of commandment from Great Sheik
Abdullah to deliver Habeeba to his tent prepared to
dazzle and satisfy her master with a dance of temptation
and erotic desire such as he had never before known.
That night, young Habeeba came before the eager eyes
of Great Sheik Abdullah and, in a dazzling dance of
pounding rhythms, turbulent passion and
sensual temptation, drove him to a state of such erotic
arousal that in desperation he threw off his tunic
of spun gold and reached out to ravish her curvaceous
body with his enflamed instrument of masculinity
throbbing wildly in uncontrolled pulsations.
Precious Habeeba fell to her knees before the
enraptured sheik, grasping his mighty tool with
tormenting hands, pulling his turgid organ between her
quivering thighs and beseeching him again and again
to ravish her without mercy, begging her enraptured
master hour after hour to share with her "just one more
time" his explosive deposit of family seed as she
wailed her ecstasy of delights.
Woefully, I share with you now that thereafter, year
after year, tribal elders recounted the spellbinding
story in every tent across the vast deserts of how young
Habeeba conquered and subdued the renowned
masculinity of Great Sheik Abdullah in one solitary
encounter, the eschewed sheik being totally unable
to satisfy the unquenchable passion of one
young virgin, such that from that day forward he never
again enjoyed the company of even one member of his
troupe of dancers but felt driven to relieve his passions
only by approaching weak and helpless camels
tied tentside, even as Concubine Aeyella and her young
charge Habeeba dined on succulent morsels of tender
lamb kabobs, languishing in luxury inside
Abdullah's private tent as from across the desert plains
the disgraced and camel-copulating sheik endured the
unrequited shouts and taunts of tribesmen calling out in
loud-voiced disgust: "Harem Master Great Sheik
Abdullah, Camel Raper Supreme."
And thus grew the origin of the old Turkish proverb:
"Make no great wish of the heart
before securing your camel."
Go with Allah!