Horny muslim women like me do not exist during the long fasting Days.

What It really feels like when desire doesn’t Pause.

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It’s day 19. It’s time of the day yet again, the sun still rises, the hours are still long, but not only am I hungry for food, I’m thirsty for water too. It is hungry in a more profound and determined manner as the warm, throbbing sensation between my legs won’t let me overlook it.

I’m 29, married, mother of three, and look forward to this month every year for the time out it gives me and the quality of family time. Some afternoons, when it is still and quiet in the house, and the heat is upon me, I feel like a woman. I’m more sensitive to my skin. I cannot help but keep thinking about my husband’s hands on my body, his lips on my face, his weight on me. I hold my thighs together when folding my clothes or cooking while I am trying to relieve the slippery heat rising in between my thighs. I am already wet, my panties, the material clinging to me is already wet. I’m conscious of my body’s readiness with each movement.

I know the rules. This month is a time of discipline, patience and control. It is supposed to be a question of making desire step aside.One should make desire step back. However, my body isn’t always in harmony. Sometimes I manage to win the fight one day. I have cold showers. I like to take long walks. I would get into work or play with the children until I was done and the feeling subsided. Other days, the pain prevails. When the house is empty, I lock the door of my bedroom, lie down on my bed and let my finger go between my legs. I begin slowly: I put my fingers in my wet panties and circle my swollen clit. Then I put it out of my way and slide two fingers inside my drenched pussy, wrap them around and rub my clit in tight circles with my thumb. I bite my lip and I don’t want to say a word, hips bouncing, want to find the release that I need. When I come it’s definitely hard and fast - thighs shaking, back arching and a muffled moan into my arm that my pussy clenches and pulses around my fingers.

I keep going, I don’t stop at one. I continue to move on, at a slower pace, extending days, nights, imagining my husband’s meaty cock shoving into me, his hands pressing me down. Then I come again, harder this time and soaking my hand and sheets and my body shakes with a deep sense of relief that I feel like I have lived my life to this moment. Then I lie there breathing heavily, now that my skin is red, my smile is relaxed. I tidy up, wash the linen, put on some perfume, and head back to my day, which is my own cooking, cleaning, wife and mother – which I think I was supposed to be. I don’t know what I did just. No one needs to. I’m not the only one.

I’ve learned that there are many women, in quiet confidences with close friends, late night texts, and gentle confessions after dark who feel the same way. The long days, the heightened sensitivity, the natural rhythms of the body – it all makes the desire stronger. We joke around a little about it. There are hardly any tricks to help manage it. But we get it, you feel the pain! Some days we win. Some days we don’t. But each day we have the discipline and the desire to try and hold onto them gently.

It’s so sweet. The evening meal is more flavorful when there is a wait. But the quiet times when the sun is setting again, with my husband, feel electric again, because we are hungry.

I love this month. I enjoy the “slow down”, I enjoy the “reflection”, I enjoy the “close” that it gives me to my family. I also really like that I’m still a woman with a body that wants — that really wants, that is wet, that is unafraid of wanting. So yes. There are horny women like me, out there during these long days. We feel it. We ache. We drip. When we need to we touch ourselves. We enter quietly and stealthily into locked rooms.

Then we resume our lives more relaxed and calm, here and now because we did what our bodies needed. It’s almost time to set the sun. The pain will return on Monday. I will be back again wet, wanting and yet patient. Desire doesn’t go away in this period. It just waits. Sweet, plump and quite fresh.

Disclaimer: This story is rated 18+, please know that readers discretion is highly recommended. This article is only for education, information and fun, no hate or discrimination. Thank you for your attention to this matter.

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