When I first meet Faisal he first kissed me on the neck as if he was going to make love to me.

"Jasmine I want you to learn my language and be my wife," he said. "Please let me make love to you."

At the time I was freaked out and wanted to live the place, but he had a spell on me that made me want to stay. As he was kissing me..... it felt good his kisses and I did want him to stop.

"Please make love to me Faisal," I said.   When I said that he undressed me and lady me out on  a carpet.  It was a Persian rug, that he started to make love to me on.   He forced his way between my legs and started to thrust into me as we kissed.

"Let teach you everything about Saudi, let me be your sultan." He grunted in in pleasure.  I never felt a burning desire before to physically be with someone.  This was my first time and I was 30. 

He was about my age too, but had a burning desire to be with me. 

"I want you to be my everything Faisal," I said. "Including my sultan".  

He brushed my hair off my face touched my lips and gently and tenderly kissed them. 

I never thought I would ever be with a man, in North America I was considered undateble because of some bitch that wouldn't love me alone and was spreading rumours about me.

Her name Wendy. So the thought of the richest guy in the world wanting me made cry and weep with joy.

"Please don't stop Faisal," I moaned.

He was a fit man with wash board and and a beautiful smile.  Just the feeling of him on top of me was sensual...his voice seductive. He was dark enough to be from Africa but his facial freatures told other wise.

The next morning I woke in the same room and he was gone.  He was do mysterious.... I wanted to more about him and be with him.    Little did I know that would be my down fall.  

I was love stick.

"Marhaba" I heard a familiar voice.   It was him,.

"As salaam aleikum,"

"Just say ahlan,"

"Ahlan my love."

He kissed me and told me he was going to teach me Arabic.  I told him I wanted to I wanted to learn about his culture and religion.

"I can teach you the erotic side of you want... let me show erotic Islam. 

"What is that."

"Me loving you"

Our lips touched and soon he was kissing me.  "Wa aliekum salaam."  He said.  

He said that habibi was the word for my love.  

"You calling me your love, we just met"

"Nam jasmine."

"What...."

"It means yes habibi"

I returned the kiss.  He is so so sensual.