Blind Sided
Anthony submitted the following about being blind sided by the benefits of circumcision. Farah came to our school in year 10 as a refugee from Iran. I was instantly attracted to her. The olive skin, the beautiful hazel eyes, the hijab covering her hair made it a guessing game. She played sports and kept herself clear of the cool groups at school. All up she was like a drug, the more I saw of her the more I wanted to see of her. Unfortunately trying to break the ice and get into a conversation with her was so difficult. Her conservative background and parental influence around boys made any association in public difficult. Over the summer holidays before year 11 I would see her with her family around, but we never had the opportunity to talk, we would just wave or similar gestures and move on.
Year 11 was much of the same, we had a chemistry and I could see that she was a little flirty with me, but we couldn't really figure out a way to have time alone or get to know each other. We would have these awkward moments where we would each blush and get nervous and then hurry off. As we moved into year 12 one of the classes we had together paired us together for a major assessment. It was like a blessing as it gave us the opportunity to get to know each other so much better. We had a chemistry and we knew we both liked each other. I asked her to our end of year formal and she had to say no, her parents would not let her attend. I was gutted, but respected that she could be open and the time we had together. We both wanted to study medicine, she wanted to be a surgeon and I wanted to be a pediatrician, we both got accepted to different universities and at the end of year 12 we went our separate ways.
Fast forward 6 years and I am working as a pediatrician at a pretty established hospital. To my surprise I get a call from Farah. She had seen my name in the hospital directory and had just started as a surgeon. We immediately caught up at the cafe for lunch, it was like we had not missed anything the conversation flowed so well. We decided that we should try and catch up for lunch or a meal more frequently. Over the next few months it became more frequent to almost catching up daily most weeks. It was something that we both looked forward to. We started with the cafe, then started to do walks together to get exercise. I always loved seeing her in her fitted scrubs looking so hot. I hoped she felt the same way about me but I didn't dare ask. I didn't want to ruin anything we did have.
This continued for more than a year before she introduced me to Fatemeh who had just joined the hospital as a nurse helping in the surgery rooms. Fatemeh was much more out there and despite coming from the same background as Farah was much more liberal in her views. One evening after work she handed out some chocolate cake which turned out to be made with hashish. Farah had never been stoned and needed significant assistance to function. I managed to get her home safely. The following day she's like a new person, bouncy energetic and excited to do it again. It felt like she had a burden lifted from her shoulders. It was so strange that Fatemeh and I just looked at each other with utter surprise. It was only a few weeks later that all our times aligned and we could experiment further, this time both Farah and I had much less. Fatemeh left us and we decided to go walking, we ended up at a lookout overlooking the city lights sitting and chatting. After a few hours we had some more and before we knew it time had flown by, it was now getting cold and around 1am. I gave Farah my jacket, as I do this she snuggles up next to me, I put my arm around her to help warm her. With her head on my shoulder I can feel her starting to warm, it was a wonderful moment.
As we chat Farah starts guiding the conversation towards dating and asking me questions about why I am single, we had never really talked much about this topic beyond the parental pressures she faced. She seemed to want to go deep into the topic so I obliged, I told her about some brief relationships while at uni, but had always been hung up on an ideal and these people didn't really work for me. She wanted to know more, I got the feeling that she was fishing for a specific answer or for me to say something specific. I was giving her responses to try and feel out what she was aiming towards. Eventually I gambled slightly and said that I had always had a crush on someone, but was I insecure and some obvious differences made it hard to manage. I went on to tell her that through respect for them I valued them and their culture so I didn't want to cause problems. She moved closer and said that she had felt similarly over the years but couldn't due to family pressures. She had been on single dates with a few 'appropriate suitors' but it never went anywhere. She said she didn't want to follow in her mum's footsteps and marry someone who only wanted a wife. She wanted to have a loving relationship that they could share live together. She said it was normal for women to stop working when they got married or had children and she wanted to continue working at least part time. There was a tension that I could feel, I was not sure if I should make a move or tell her how I felt, I felt that she also had similar tensions. I asked her what was going through her head, what was she thinking about. She told me that her mind was racing, I said same, she asked me what was racing through my mind. I felt anxiety rush through my body as I said "I am thinking about you"…. as soon as it had left my mouth I felt a wave of oh no sweet through me. To my surprise she asks me if I am going to kiss her. I move in to kiss her, it's awkward but the connection is there, she clearly doesn't really know how to kiss but she's following my somewhat inexperienced lead.
We kiss for what feels like hours, I feel like a teenager again making out in the bush, something that never actually happened during my teen years but I imagined it happening thousands of times in my fantasies. It felt great. We are interrupted by her phone ringing, it's her Dad making sure that she's okay. She tells him that she's still at work. She freaks when she realises that it's almost 3am. I tell her to relax, she's safe and I can make sure that she's going to get home. She rings her Dad back and tells him that she will sleep at the hospital, he must have acknowledged her because after she hangs up the phone she tells me that she's free for the night. I ask her if she stays at the hospital often, she says maybe once or twice. Her Dad checked on her the first time, the second time no issues. Usually when she had a late finish and an early start the following morning. She asks if she can sleep on the couch at my place knowing that it's only 5 minute walk from the Hospital. I tell her that she can sleep in my bed, I'll take the couch. We hold hands as we walk through the darkness back to the lit roads, before we emerge she pulls my arm towards me and we kiss again, This time standing I feel her body pressing into mine, I feel my cock go hard and pull away slightly so that it's not so obvious. We walk holding hands and chatting, almost with a skip in our step back to my place. Living alone in a small two bedroom apartment I open the door, I feel the warmth rush out from inside as I usher Farah in. It's the first time that she has been to my house and it seems that she is surprised. She said that she imagined it looking different. I asked her what she imagined she said 'no idea what, just different', I laughed. I asked her if she wanted a drink or something to eat, she said no thanks. I tell her that I am going to organise her bedding and change the sheets, I emerge from my room with some extra blankets for the lounge and tell her that it's all ready. She says she's not in a rush to head to bed and asks me to join her on the lounge. As soon as I am sitting beside her she's kissing me, then she's straddling me as we make out. Making out, she starts to almost grind me through our clothes. Then she takes off her hijab, for the first time I see her hair, it's so soft and silky. Then she takes off the jacket she had been wearing, I move a hand up to feel her breasts, she doesn't resist as we continue to make out. She removes my top, her hands caressing my chest, I remove her top to reveal her bra, a nice lace item that's beyond a surprise. I imagined she would be in something much less sexy, she asks me if I like it, I tell her it's amazing. She smiles and we continue to make out. Our hands working all over each others body.
She removes her own bra to reveal her breasts, my jaw must have hit the ground, they exceeded even my wildest dreams, I guess it is hard to guess what's underneath so many layers of clothing, her breasts have small beautiful nipples erect on what I am guessing are B or small C cup's with almost plastic surgery level shape. I lean down and kiss her nipples, she giggles and tells me that it feels 'good ticklish'. She pushes me down so that I am on my back on the couch, she's on top of me as we make out. My hands magnetically drawn between her breasts and arse. Her body so well toned, her skin unbelievably smooth, almost silk like texture. She starts to kiss down my body to my belt, then undoes my belt, button, zip and then seductively removes my pants. Then my underwear to reveal my rock hard cock. She moves up and starts to play with it, she looks confused, she tells me that she's never felt a hard penis, She plays with it looking and fondling. She move her hand up the shaft and says "uncircumcised" I tell her yes, she tells me that would have to change, I ask her why, she says it's forbidden in her culture. She says that she can't do any more… I tell her not to worry and tell her to lay down, with her below me we make out more, I am completely naked and she's still got pants on. I remove her pants and then start to kiss her pussy through her underwear, her fragrance so sweet. I remove her underwear to reveal that she has a bikini line done but otherwise a full pubic region of hair. I slowly start working my tongue around her clitoris as I build up to slowly using my fingers. Slowly working it up as her breathing and thrusting hips starts to become more aggressive. She suddenly lets out a moan as her body slumps as an orgasm sweeps through her body, her hands almost ripping my hair out as she pulls me further into her thighs. A moment later she's trying to push me away as fast as possible saying 'too much, it's too much'.. I sit on the floor looking at her staring into the ceiling as though she can see the stars. I admire her body, it's so unbelievably hot. This continues for about 10 minutes before she tells me to do it again. I repeat the motions, this time I can feel her orgasm building up much more clearly, I tease her, bringing her to the edge before changing style several times, eventually I let her orgasm take over, its like my heads the rodeo rider, her hips the bull, her legs wrapped around my head, her pussy making it hard for me to breath.. then the same as the previous time she suddenly pushes me away saying that it's too much.
I lay back on the floor looking up at the ceiling wishing that I could fuck her. As I am thinking about that she comes down and lays beside me, her arm across my chest, her head on my shoulder. She tells me that she she had masturbated but never was it as intense as what we had just done. I ask her what she was saying about circumcision. She tells me that she can't be with an uncircumcised man, its considered to be dirty in Islam. She props herself up and starts playing with it, sliding my foreskin up and down my shaft. She tells me that she has done a load of adult circumcisions for various complications. She holds my foreskin tight down my shaft and says "this is what it would look like", "do you like it", I tell her that it looks hot having her hands holding my cock with my head all exposed. She smiles. With her hands playing with my foreskin I can feel my load building up, the intensity, my mind rushing, I tell her that I am going to cum and she looks surprised. Before I know it my sperm is flying through the air, she looks shocked, her hands fumbling around not really sure what to do. My cum is all over the place, some on me, some on the floor, some on her hands. She asks me if it's always that easy. I tell her that I wasn't sure. She tells me that we should head to bed.
In bed we spoon embrace as we fall asleep. I wake as the sun pours in the window, we are still in the same embrace. I look at the time it's almost 9am. Farah is still asleep, my arm pinned beneath her, our skin touching. I lay there thinking and looking at how beautiful she is until she wakes. She sees me and smiles while stretching. She tells me that she needs to pee quickly, I watch her as she walks to the bathroom and then again as she returns. Her breasts firm as she walks with very little jiggle. I then leave to use the bathroom, as I return she asks me if I had thought about circumcision. I told her not really. As I get back into bed she starts playing with my cock again, pulling my skin down my shaft and asking me what I think at different levels of tightness. She tells me she so badly wants to fuck. I tell her why not.. she hesitates.. resists and then we continue with her playing with my cock. She continues for a few moments more before asking me if I have a condom. I tell her that I do but I will need to check the expiry. She laughs as I go and check the drawer. We are in luck its not expired, we put it on and start to work it in. It takes a long time and she tells me it hurts, I can see she has watery eyes and it makes me feel bad. I stop and start to go down on her again.. getting her juices flowing before starting again.. We rinse repeat this process several times before she tells me to 'just fuck me', I work my cock in and start to fuck, but she says its too painful so I stop. I tell her that it's okay.
Over the next few weeks our lunch breaks are rushed sexual encounters at my unit. Slowly we progress from too painful to less pain to it starting to be enjoyable. With each encounter the conversations of circumcision and foreskins comes up. During the third week Farah surprises me with a complete Brazilian, it looks so hot with her trim body and beautiful breasts. She tells me she got the idea from watching some porn. I am impressed and tell her that it looks amazing. She also brings out a cock ring and tells me she's going to put it on. She said that it is supposed to make me last longer and have more enjoyment. I immediately feel more sensation as I slide in. It feels so off the charts intense having my head completely exposed and all of my foreskin pulled down my shaft. As we fuck it's like being taken to a level in a game that I never knew existed. Farah seems to also be enjoying it more, I don't know if its because its the first time we are having unprotected sex or if its the cock ring. Right now it doesn't matter all I know is how amazing it feels. Farah changes position and takes over on top for the first time. Awkwardly she figures out her movements and then starts to ride me. The intensity is off the chart but I don't feel like I am going to cum so quickly. I feel her muscles moving and hear her moans getting better, her juices flowing before her body lurches into an orgasm. As her muscles contract I feel my balls wanting to release, I panic and pull out as to make sure I don't cum inside her. My chest instantly covered, it shoots out with so much velocity that it hits my jaw, my neck and even over my head. I look up to see Farah's shocked face before she says 'so glad that's not making me pregnant, in the heat of the moment I completely forgot about the condom'.
Over the next few weeks we experiment and play around trying to figure out what works for each other. It's like a new exploration. I reluctantly realise that the cock ring is a game changer. I slowly realise that I am going to need to make the choice to get circumcised. Farah tells me that there's no chance that we could 'get serious' (tell her parents) if I wasn't committed to some of her cultural pieces. We have a long and deep talk about what our long term looks like from her perspective. She's not interested in my conversion to Islam but she needs to have some overlap. She catches me out with me the question of if I prefer the look of my own cock with the foreskin completely retracted or not, when I tell her it looks hot completely retracted I had answered my own doubts. It was when she highlighted this to me that I knew I needed to get circumcised. Later that night I start to Google and search around about circumcision and it scares the shit out of me. Farah reminds me to focus on the facts not the narrative and we search studies and verifiable personal stories. I realise that my hesitations and doubts are likely unfounded unless I have a botched job. I feel at ease, Farah is excited that I am "into it". She tells me of a few urologists that she knows of from the surgery rooms. A few days later I am seeing one and in under a week there's a gap. I book it in and tell Farah that I can't get an appointment for a few months hoping to surprise her. We spend time choosing a style, we both agree that tight is best to look at. Secretly I get the operation done, due to work conflicts and family commitments Farah and I don't see each other sexually for almost 5 weeks. The look of surprise on her face was priceless, she bursts into tears with happiness. It's still too tender to fuck but the sheer excitement, enjoyment, appreciation of commitment from Farah is insane. Over the next few weeks I am getting regular text messages from her telling me how much she can't wait, how happy she is, how amazing I am. This all builds up the apprehension, the intensity. We have an executive suite booked at one of the top hotels with a spa and other luxuries. We make the most of it with a long dinner before progressing back to the room. As the door closes behind us Farah pushes me to the ground, tears my clothes off and fucks me like I had never been fucked before. She was like a zombie fuck god, it was a side of her that I hadn't seen or felt. On the floor just inside the hotel room she is in complete control, dominating every aspect of her enjoyment. I am her sub. Her orgasms loud and intense and repeated until the hotel calls to advise of noise complaints. We move to another room and continue. The sex is at a new level, I can hold back my orgasms longer, my orgasms are more intense, I have more feeling, Farah is having more enjoyment. It's like an entirely new partnership in the bedroom.
The weekend flies by with all the fucking and room service. Before we know it we are checking out and on our way home. In the taxi Farah tells me that she wants to introduce me to her parents. I am excited and apprehensive, not really sure what to expect.
