I thought that being myself on vacation would be exciting when my husband let me go alone, but I quickly became bored. I was fortunate to be approached by a dashing white man. He asked me personal questions, but all I could see was him in his undies. Since seeing other men, much less thinking about them in that way, is forbidden by my religion, I tried to stop, but my cravings were too strong. I invited him over and made sure no one knew he was there so I could finally do everything I had been holding inside. If I have to risk everything, I will do whatever it takes to make this worthwhile.
