Manifesto

Reading a book written by a youngster excites Zarina,

One September Friday night, the naked, 37-y/o Zarina, a widow, was reading a self-published book titled ‘Manifesto.’

“I’m Ali; my nickname is Sonny. I’m 23 and I live Ankara, Turkey. I learned English in elementary school, though I’ll translate unfamiliar words in my language.”

“First, I’m proud to say I’ve benefited from a sexist culture where feminism is a politically-correct trend.”

“In fact, my great-great-great-grandmother serviced at least 5 pricks a day in a harem according to my dad who’s divorced.”

“Unfortunately, the government banned polygamy, a mistake in my opinion.”

“I don’t follow tradition about virgins, either, Hymens are something to destroy and I refuse to sleep with girls if theirs are intact.”

‘Too, my friends and I share impure bitches and I wish that included my grandmother. Can’t you imagine us humbling her?”

“I was 16 when my dad and I visited a brothel. He paid a courtesan 300 lira and she satisfied my 10-inched cock.”

‘However, I have no respect for women. It’s a privilege to dehumanize them as belonging to a lower species.”

“They’re ‘silkimish sanjiklar ve orospular’, dirty sluts and whores.”

“Do they deserve to be raped? Evet, yes, they all do, mothers, sisters, daughters and wives.”

“Every summer, dad and I go to Saudi Arabia and indulge our lust to violate them.”

‘In Turkey, that isn’t so easy.”

At that point, Zarina whispered, ‘Rape me, Sonny!’

‘Yes, yes!’ she said as she exploded into an orgasm, then fell asleep to end the night.

In her dream, though, that was exactly what he did.

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