كحبه عراقيه تحكي قصة اول مره تنتاك بحياتها

The sun hung high in the crystal blue sky, its scorching rays beating down on the dusty streets of Baghdad. Alina, a young Iraqi woman, walked alone under the oppressive heat, her sandals kicking up small puffs of earth with each step. She wore a simple abaya, one that had seen better days – the fabric was faded and slightly tattered at the hem. Her chador hung loosely around her face, casting shadowed angles on her delicate features.

Alina was nervous about the appointment she had with Yasmine, her neighbor. Yasmine had invited her over in confidence, hinting that she had something “special” to show her. The secrecy only added to Alina’s trepidation as she approached the modest apartment building where Yasmine lived.

She climbed the stairs, each step seeming to echo in the stillness. Her heart pounded in her chest as she reached the door. Finally, she knocked, and after a moment, the door swung open, revealing Yasmine’s warm smile.

“Alina, welcome!” Yasmine greeted her, pulling her into a hug. “Come in, come in.”

Alina followed her inside, her eyes darting around the comfortably furnished living room. Yasmine adjusted her hijab, tucking a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear.

“So, I wanted to show you something,” Yasmine began, nervously biting her lower lip. She reached into a drawer, pulling out a sleek metal device. It looked metallic and smooth, with a curved end and a small, producers ingredient poking out.

“What is it?” Alina asked, picking it up and turning it over in her hands. It was heavier than it looked, the cool metal a stark contrast to her warm skin.

Yasmine blushed, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink beneath the blush of her hijab. “It’s called an anal plug,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alina’s eyes widened, and she nearly dropped the device in surprise. “A what?!” she exclaimed, her voice pitches 30 fpeaking the embarrassment that washed over her.

“Shh, Alina! Keep your voice down,” Yasmine scolded, hurrying to close the door. “I know it’s… shocking. But just hear me out.”

Alina set the plug down on the coffee table, her hands trembling slightly. She had never heard of such a thing, let alone seen one. But Yasmine was her closest friend, and she trusted her. Tentatively, she nodded, indicating for Yasmine to continue.

“Well,” Yasmine began, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone, “it’s a sexual toy. You… insert it into your… backside, and it stimulates you in ways you’ve never experienced before.”

Alina’s mind reeled, trying to process the information. The thought of putting something like that inside herself was incredibly intimidating, let alone the fact that it would be going in through… there.

“I… I don’t know, Yasmine,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “It just seems so… wrong. So taboo.”

Yasmine nodded, understanding in her eyes. “I know, Alina. Believe me, I felt the same way when I first heard about it. But… just give it a try, okay? I promise it won’t hurt. And if you don’t like it, you can always take it out.”

Alina hesitated, chewing on her lower lip. The thought of trying something so new, so different, was scary. But at the same time, a part of her was intrigued. Curious. She had always been an adventurous soul, and the forbidden nature of the act only added to its allure.

“Okay,” she finally said, her voice small but determined. “I’ll try it.”

Yasmine’s face broke into a grateful smile, and she reached out to squeeze Alina’s hand. “You won’t regret it, I promise.”

Together, they retreated to the bathroom. Alina stood there awkwardly, her heart pounding in her chest as Yasmine explained the steps. She had never really touched herself before, let alone in such a personal, intimate way. But slowly, tentatively, she did as Yasmine instructed.

She felt the cool metal press against her most intimate place, heard Yasmine’s soft encouragement. And then, with a deep breath, she pushed.

At first, there was a strange, stretching sensation. It wasn’t painful, exactly, but it was unfamiliar. Different. But then, as the plug slid further inside, a wave of sensation washed over her, unlike anything she had ever felt before. It felt… good. Really good.

Alina let out a small gasp, her eyes widening in surprise. Yasmine smiled knowingly, a hint of pride in her eyes.

“See?” she said softly, her voice full of understanding. “I told you.”

They talked for a while longer, Alina gradually growing more comfortable with the strange sensation. She could feel the plug inside her, reminding her of its presence with every movement. It felt like a secret, something only she and Yasmine knew about.

Finally, the time came for Alina to make her way home. She stood at the door, her abaya adjusted around her, the plug still securely in place. She felt different somehow, changed. Like she had crossed an invisible line into a new world of experience.

“Thank you,” she said softly, clutching Yasmine’s hands in hers. “For showing me this. For sharing this with me.”

Yasmine’s eyes sparkled with affection. “Always, Alina. I’m always here for you.”

With a final hug, Alina made her way home, the heat of the day forgotten. She climbed the stairs to her apartment, feeling a sense of anticipation building inside her. As she reached the door, she hesitated, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

This was her secret, her forbidden adventure. And it was just the beginning…