When my husband allowed me to go on vacation on my own, I thought that it would be exciting to be myself, but I was bored right away. Lucky for me, a handsome white man approached me. He was asking me questions about myself, but I was only picturing him naked. I tried to stop because it is against my religion to even see other men, let alone think about them that way, but I couldn’t resist; my urges were too intense. I invited him to my place, and I made sure that no one knew he was there so I could finally do all the things I’d been repressing. If I'm risking everything, I'm gonna do anything to make this worth it.
