Burning urges

I was usually a very modest and pie is Muslim young lady before that night came along ever since then I've always wanted to feel his touch again into feel him inside me.  I thought of myself not worry elders because of my childhood I was born on a Canadian reserve and I was molested and tortured by my parents who threw me out when they found out I was Muslim. Ever since then I thought I was there alone the ground not worthy to be looked at the same like a bacterium not worthy to be seen.   But after that night in Jeddah Saudi Arabia I knew I was worthy of the kind of love that I needed. This is my story.

I was born on February 4, 1989 on the Algonkin reserve in Canada and I was more or less tortured and beaten and raped by my parents both my mother and my father they were in the wrong crowd pornographers who made child porn child torture porn much for it that way. I had no friends in school as they all know my secret as if it was written on my forehead I was bullied for my scars that were on my face and all over my body that were visible. It got to the point where I dropped out of school and very young age. My parents didn't like that either day got really angry and kick me into all my ribs broke a shit at the hospital they couldn't do anything for a broken rib and they try to get me in the foster care but it was of no use of stuck with these monsters. Until I was 17 when I was 17 I was diagnosed with posttraumatic stress disorder and I was a Muslim convert to Islam. I'm just sorry I had to keep my religion and secret my parents would really kill me if they found out but they did find out through the grapevine in the schoolyard hi school I mean and they just kicked me out of the house. I think that may have been a blessing because I was no longer in the clutches . I was on the streets as a teen.   I was a very modest in Pinehurst Muslim I always wore my Hijab  and I always wore a dress that or a skirt and went down my goals only showing my feet and shoes..... in order wars homeless community I was called the Muslim narrative as I was native and Muslim I was able to get myself a on my feet and get a job at a store and be able to get back to being human but I had to go to counselling for my posttraumatic stress disorder. I went to the mosque every day and went to the Friday prayers even though I was a female.  I memorize the Quran and both in English and Arabic and was learning Uighur and pharmacy and pet show as different languages as I wanted to travel to different Muslim countries.  I was saving up money for this particular goal I wanted to also partake in the hajj, The pilgrimage to Mecca as well and I was been saving up for this in particular. When I got Tamika I was still a skinny little nobody until he noticed me who is at the end of the Hajj When The crown prince Faysel noticed me and I was impressed by my knowledge of Islam. I was told that I was invited to be with the crown prince of Saudi Arabia Faysel and talk to him over hookah. He was very nice he was eloquent in a beautiful soul and all the soul. We were smoking Hershey's in the hooka and a girl little high.  He said that the next time we meet we would do he Shisha. He said he didn't want to take advantage of a compromise young lady but do you want to do shows appreciation for me somehow.  He leaned in and kissed me yet we can really get passionately I never felt such loving care as you know it was your French kiss you're still a beautiful moment. I held his ears to keep his keys on my lips and in my mouth I never tasted world you would taste like.  We were talking about Islam one minute and the next minute making out this was the first time I ever kissed a guy he was older than me build resolver I was the about 18.  But here all down my cheek he noticed easier you had a hard life my beauty my Habibi.

I told him exactly what happened to me as your friend is a shamed of her still but I ended up just him saying Abakiah Well I love you and I are back here in Carrabelle my past. He is Rory see my son show face and my immense knowledge it Islam even though I was just a year in my conversion. I didn't know why I felt like to be seduced by a branch or a crown prince to be that matter well I did the most holiest day on earth the hajj.  

This was the first time I had a burning urges towards any man in my life.

We were kissing, making out.

There's one phase all asked me if I was a virgin forgetting about my past I told him no I was not a virgin but I was willing to be with him. He kissed me deeply and undressed me.