This made me feel more excited, and the urge to flaunt my curves grew each day. I am a sexually curious woman who looks innocent in hijab. But at the same time, I’m wild with the same hijab when I feel horny. I am mostly inclined towards the BDSM fetishes.

I identify myself as one of the sluttiest people you will ever come across. 34c-30-36, these are my measurements of my assets. Moving with a quiet grace, the black hijab flowed around me, covering me completely. Only my large, dark eyes peeked through, adding a sense of mystery to my gentle presence.

My life turned upside down around a year ago when I met Sam on Fetlife. We clicked instantly as we shared a lot in common. Though he was not interested in sex, the desire to have a Muslim sub under his control made him feel kinky and hot.

Knowing that I needed to follow each and every command, my anticipation grew as his desire did. We enjoyed ourselves for a brief period before flying abroad a few months ago. We couldn’t talk as much as we did, as he was still settling. The time difference made it even harder.

One fine evening at college, I saw his name flash on my phone as he called me. It brought back all the memories. I was aroused just at the sight of his name. I picked up instantly. He told me that he is in India for some work and asked if I missed him. Honestly, I missed his kinks.

They made me feel alive, and I nodded my head, saying yes to him. I heard him chuckle and told me to be ready. He had planned something kinky for me. He had thought of it for some time, to make me do. Hearing this from him, as I was already starting to get wet.