The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer is a collection of stories within a story about a group of bored pilgrims spinning yarns about life in the Middle Ages. Oh, and it single-handedly established English as a written language (up until this point, most works were written primarily in French or Latin). At the time, English was considered too clumsy and barbaric compared to the other Romance languages.
"I like large shanks and cannot speak untruth.
My fellow brothers cannot refute."
The Canterbury Tales changed this perception. Written in Middle English in the late 1300s, it presented beautiful descriptions of fair country maids and the escapades of jousting knights. So it was some of the purest, most pristine writing known to humanity, right?
Oh, goodness no.
Let's start with "The Miller's Tale," a story of rim jobs and anal torture.
The tale involves an affair between a student named Nicholas and the married woman he is boarding with, Alison. A local parish clerk, Absalom (who is also obsessed with Alison), decides to come to her window the same night she and Nicholas are enjoying medieval boning. Absalom stands outside her house, begging for a kiss. She acquiesces and sticks her ass out the window for a smooch -- which he delivers.
"Say, did you have corn for dinner?"