SHAME AND SOAKED PANTIES

Aisha's Pov

I could still remember the first time we landed in America. Half naked women strolled through the airport grounds, wearing short shorts that made their ass hang out.

Men wearing tight shirts that hugged their pecs. Heavy dicks that was supposed to be hidden swung recklessly in their sweatpants.

The show of impurity made my stomach turn. Back at home, my impure thoughts were manageable, because I was surrounded by covered people who prayed five times a day.

But here, the wild thoughts I had were trying to break free. I always caught myself staring far too long at people, imagining what was under...