For many Gulf Arab women sex is either a taboo subject, or is only talked about amongst their female friends in hushed tones and giggles. They are brought up to be virginal and pure until they marry, wearing black abayas and hijabs to cover their heads. some even wear a face covering. Unlike the men who are allowed to go out and travel and get up to whatever they want. This includes having sex with Western women, who they consider to be inferior to Arab women and sluttish. Some of the Arab girls discover masturbation and very few get some sexual experience with boys they know well through family. To avoid losing their virginity they indulge in oral and anal sex.
For most women, their wedding night is the first time they have intercourse. It is often a rough experience, as most Arab men do not see sex as a pleasure for women. Instead, they get on top, push their cocks inside and hump their women very fast before cumming, then they get off, satisfied. Often, they turn their women on their fronts and fuck them from behind. They like doggy style and also want to train their wives into accepting anal penetration after using their pussies for a while. For the women they have no choice and very little sexual pleasure. Each night they have to allow their husbands their conjugal rights. If they refuse they will get stern words or even a slap until they open their legs and allow more semen to be pumped into them. Even when they get pregnant the sexual demands don't stop until they nearly give birth and then the cycle starts again. Their pussies are just receptacles for cocks to fuck into.
For Maya, she had avoided getting married because she had been put off by the horror stories married friends had told her. She had not really wanted to with any of the potential candidates and her mother was never going to arrange a marriage for her daughter if she did not like the man. No suitable man was ever found and Maya was now 35 and would probably never marry. She had never had sex but really wanted to. Her religion and social norms just didn't enable it. However, she did start to masturbate when her friend told her how to find her clit and rub it for pleasure.
When Maya first tried she yelped out when the wave of her first orgasm rippled trough her young body. She had to hold her hand over her mouth, worried her mother may have heard. From then she had used her fingers outside and inside her vagina, eventually trying out years later a carrot to act as her penis. She had given up caring about keeping her virginal condition inside. The carrot was an occasional ritual (she used her fingers on herself maybe once a week) for when she had private moments when her family were out. She knew she could not hold back her loud orgasmic breathing and cries with her dildo substitute. It was far better than her own digital rubbing.
Her masturbation routine continued the same until she was in her late twenties and her job took her to Europe on business strips. There she would wear western clothes and feel feminine and normal. She liked getting looked at by men but was very coy when they did. She knew she was pretty and had a nice slim body. On one trip she went into a famous lingerie shop and bought some pretty underwear. She also came across a selection of vibrators, all very discreet and stylish. She added one to her shopping and felt excited when she left the shop. Back at her hotel she tried her new sex toy and it was far better than her carrots. The build up to orgasm took longer and the explosion of pleasure she felt was more intense and long-lasting. Surely no man could do this to her, she thought to herself. For several years now Maya's sex life was just her and her vibrator and her fantasies about who she was having sex with, which also occasionally featured other women. She was satisfied with this way of life, until she met Joe.
Her life changed when she took an overseas posting to London for a year. It was a big deal to leave her home country and family but she was considered to be a mature independent woman who could manage herself properly. At work she mixed well with her British colleagues and even joined them in bars but she never drank alcohol. She began to really like the metropolitan lifestyle. One of her co-workers was Joe, a man in his early forties, quite attractive and very funny. She realised she actually looked forward going to work just to see and be with him. He never showed any interest in her, probably because he knew she was a strict Muslim woman and therefore off-limits. One evening they had been working late together and he invited her to have a quick dinner near the office. Maya was pleased to relax with him and share their life stories. She found out Joe had been divorced for several years. Joe listened to her back story and he said he couldn't understand how a beautiful woman like her had never married. Almost immediately as he said this Joe realised he may have gone too far and apologised. Maya put him at ease and reassured him he could ask and gave him the truth about not finding someone and having only a few men to choose from.
Over a period of six months or so they became good friends and often met up outside work -- for coffees, meals and even cinema and theatre. She liked Joe and she felt he liked her but both of them didn't know how to progress anything further. When it was nearing the end of Maya's year in London they were out at dinner one night when Joe asked Maya a question that he still wasn't sure he could ask.
"Maya, I'm not sure it's appropriate to ask you this but I will anyhow. Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
"No I haven't. Though I wish I could have."
"But that's not allowed?"
'I can do what I like but I'm shy and not sure what to expect. I've never had sex."
