He’s the reason I have a problem with masturbating now.
We touched each other when it was dark at night in street corners too and the park.
But the last time we did before we broke up was at uni and he ended up stripping me fully naked at the fire escape staircase.
He told me to bend over then put his fingers inside me after things escalated and he wanted to try different positions with me.
I didn’t suck his dick, but I gave it a little peck because I was too scared as it’s not permitted in my religion.
We didn’t have actual sex because I’m waiting till marriage.
Even just touching each other before marriage is against my religion, but I was so horny and curious. I just wanted to feel good.
I regret it because now I’m addicted to touching myself. Ugh