We started our wedding night at dawn and finished in the morning so I wake up in the afternoon. The palace is silent, Yasmin is sleeping next to me. Her hair is spread over the pillow and her leg rests on mine. I remember her wanting to fall asleep in my arms. I thought it was ridiculous, but I feel enormously relieved after this night. An easy task. I pull my leg away and she turns to her side. The covers slip off and her bottom is enticing, tempting me. I have to swallow hard because I know I can’t have that. At least not yet. She had strict religious upbringing, and the Koran explicitly points out that during s*x all parts of the body must be used according to their functions. And unfortunately God gave the bottom an entirely different function.
I sit up and glance at the clock; it’s f
