Hello. This is a story which I came up with. I don't know when I will be able to update this story. I will try to update Once a Week or Once Every Two Weeks.
Story Title: Different Stages of Acceptance
Rating: NC:17 - Some of the Chapters are not suitable for Teenagers. If You are Over 18 Then you can read it.
Summary: My Name is Syed. I am a Muslim. I come from a strict Religious Family where men aren't allowed to be together. It's wrong to be with another Guy. This is my story.
Prologue:
I couldn't believe I had sex with him again. And you know what the scary part was? I didn't feel nearly as disgusted, terrified or traumatized as I did before. This was not a good sign. This was definitely not a good sign. There must be something wrong with me.
God, I needed to pray as soon as possible. I had to confess my sins or else I would be sent to hell when I died. I glared at the bastard. I didn't care what anyone said; this was entirely his fault. If he didn't seduce me, then none of…this would have happened.
Not to say that I regretted having sex with him, because I didn't… well at least my body didn't…
I got off the table and quickly put my boxers on…which was much easier said than done because my butt felt like it was on fire. Curse the bastard. Curse him to hell. Speaking of the one who probably prevented me from walking like normal person for a long time, he was sitting on the floor with a wide smirk on his face. I glanced back at him while putting my pants on, "I hate you," I said, slightly wincing in pain, "I hate you so much."
What did People think. Was it Good or Rubbish. Criticism is welcome.