So alot of people seemed to enjoy my introduction story and I had fun reminiscing the past so I suppose I’ll write ONE MORE.
So about a year into James and I dating things were going smooth. I was able to keep my relationship a secret from my family and pretty much the Arab/Muslim community around me. He got his own apartment so it was really easy to go and be alone there during the day. To put things bluntly. We were having a ton of sex. The guilt was becoming less and less and at this point I was pretty much experienced at sex. It was to the point where James had begun buying me lingerie to wear at his place and of course I couldn’t take them home with the risk of them getting found by my parents or other siblings.