This is a true story. Please don’t dm me creepy things or dick pics. This is just simply me reminiscing and telling a story .
It all started when I was 19. 5’3 Arab Muslim girl growing up in America. My area has relatively a lot of Arabs around but regardless I mainly kept to myself due to shyness. I was the type to admire from a distance. I didn’t really talk to my crushes or boys at all. There was one boy in particular however who I had a crush on all throughout high school. For anonymity reasons we’ll call him “James”. Now i spoke to james here and there in high school but we weren’t anything more than hi and bye and the occasional class conversation.
Now I was a good girl. I hadn’t even had my first kiss yet. But throughout high school James is the one boy I had let my imagination run wild with. I would imagine scenarios of us having sex all the time. In class, at home, In the shower. You name it really. I knew he was a decent size due to word of mouth. “Over 7” was the call. He was also relatively tall. A good 6’2 ish. Athletic but not ripped or anything.
Anyways , after high school James had become an after thought. Or at least, that’s what I thought. Then one day he hit me up in my dms. I didn’t even follow him anymore. My heart raced . I again, was a good Muslim girl. But I was also a bit curious. In high school I wasn’t known as a looker or anything and personally I always believed I developed my looks kinda late . Maybe junior- senior year is. I didn’t have the biggest tits in the world but I also wasn’t flat. My butt was probably my best asset.
Anyways. James and I began chatting a little more everyday. And it became painfully obvious what it wanted. Now my initial plan was to kind of just have fun talking but eventually I began catching feelings. He was sweet talking me and telling me how badly he screwed up not making a move for me earlier. Now I didn’t wanna say I couldn’t date him in high school anyways cause of all the other Arabs around. But this became perfect.
As time went on we began hanging out . Secretly. It started off as small innocent fun. Touching. Hugging. Then I let him kiss me and from there everything sped up. For awhile I was unwilling to have sex but he’d finger me or eat me out then I’d blow him. For awhile it was a good exchange. But within a few months we both wanted more. That’s when I came to his house one night when nobody was home and for the first time I was fucked. I thought it would be a one time thing. And I did feel guilty but I wanted it again.
And we did it again. And again. Over a 3 year span we began having sex on the regular. All kinds of sex. From sweet love to the rough kind. I let him practically have his way with me.
Eventually. I ended things due to religious reasons. It’s fun to reminisce and hard to stay away but I’ve managed to do well in that regard so far. Of course, I should be a virgin for marriage but I’m not. So I have to be really good at faking it. The only thing I hope is my husband isn’t smaller than 7 inches 😅
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tqsoc8/im_a_arab_muslim_woman_who_got_into_a
Religion needlessly ruins everything.
not sure why you would share this, stories like this are meant to be kept to yourself if you talk about how much of a “good Muslim” you are, not sure what’s going through your mind rn but would be a good idea to delete this