Aleeza, [F] 20, Walmart, first flash

I said a new challenge for myself today. A number of people suggested I should go to a public pool and get comfortable being seen in a bikini. Since everybody else would be bathing suits too, it should be easier to feel comfortable. The problem is, my white bikini is way too skimpy and the one piece bathing suit is not revealing enough. So I had to go buy a new bikini.

To make it challenging though, I decided to wear a short skirt, a revealing top and no hijab. “Step outside of your comfort zone,“ I kept hearing in my head. After rummaging around in Susan‘s closet I found a short, denim skirt and a low-cut, white cotton top. I knew I would not be brave enough to go without panties with such a short skirt so I pulled on a white thong. My hair was a bit unruly, so I pinned it up. It would be much cooler on such a hot day as well.

Aleeza, [F] 20, alone on the front porch

I have been doing a lot of thinking the last few days, sharing lots of thoughts and ideas with new found friends. I still don’t know where I am going with all this, I am just enjoying that journey.

After growing up in Pakistan, two years ago, like many other students, I came to Canada to learn new things. A year ago, I met my first boyfriend. By then, I had already begun to leave the old world behind and embrace the new world I have come to live in. He was a non-practicing Christian. We spent many long evenings together after late classes drinking tea and talking about everything under the sun. It wasn’t long before we were gazing into each other’s eyes, touching, kissing, feeling. He awakened my sexuality.

Though slow and gentle at first, it wasn’t long before I became, as he said, insatiable. It was exhilarating. I was liberated, I was free, We had sex almost every day, intense, passionate, powerful sex. Despite my wild abandon behind closed doors I remained modest and respectable outside. I felt like I was living a double life. A slut inside, chaste outside.

Muslim [F] 20, grocery shopping, hijab, modest clothes, no underwear

A couple of people commented on my previous posts that I should go out in public with no underwear. That seem ed to be a pretty easy challenge to accomplish so today was the day. Even though I don’t think anybody could tell it was still remarkably arousing it did not end quite how I thought it would.

As before, I used the “Orgasm as a reward“ to make myself do it. I usually masturbate first thing in the morning but, as it turns out, not masturbating first thing in the morning keeps me in a kind of low level, constant arousal state. Very pleasant in its own way.

After lunch I got dressed, putting on a knee length, dark blue skirt, a white, buttoned loose top and a powder blue hijab. I still have not been out in public without my hijab, and I am sure I will be soon but, as I recently found out, some guys really like it. Anyway, I wore no bra or panties. Looking in the mirror, of course, I look like my normal, modest self but with no underwear on I felt strangely exposed.

Muslim [F] 20. Meter Man, Thanks, Apologies, Nude In Pool

First of all I want to thank everybody for all the comments and messages about my post yesterday. Secondly, I want to apologize. I really intended to answer them all but I became overwhelmed. There were so many. I read them all but it just took too long to answer. I am sorry.

I really appreciate all the kind words of encouragement. They inspire me to try to do more. There were some great suggestions, some of which I will try. I was really surprised by the number of people who said they masturbated while reading about my experience (mostly guys but a couple of girls too). To be honest, it felt kind of weird knowing so many people were doing that well thinking of me but, as one girl told me, the best compliment is a hard cock. So, thank you for the compliments.

A number of people said I had to push myself to get out of my comfort zone and really explore all the mixed feelings I am having. One girl, who has gone through similar things, told me she sets little goals and then only masturbates when she has achieved them. An orgasm can be a motivating reward. That’s what I did today.

First time a [M]an has seen me [F20] without a hijab and in a bathing suit causing shame and excitement

This happened a few days ago but maybe I should give some background first. I am a 20-year-old Muslim girl from Pakistan now living in Canada. I have always worn a hijab and dressed modestly but more for cultural reasons than for religious reasons. My first and only boyfriend and I split up about a month ago and I live alone in an apartment in a large city.

Recently, a Canadian friend of mine from university asked me if I could housesit for her family while they went to the cottage for a month holiday. I was happy to get out of my small apartment and spend a month in a nice house, especially since they have a private swimming pool. Before they left on holiday my friend Susan told me that since we were about the same size, 5 foot 1 and 105 pounds, I could use her bathing suit since I did not have one.

“This one is best for swimming,“ she said showing my the dark blue bathing suit, “because it fits well and it is one piece.” She continued, “ but this one is best for tanning.“ She held up a couple of small pieces of white fabric held together with strings..