I want my hijab pulled while he’s inside me.

Sometimes I imagine a man holding my hijab tight while his hips push into me. My thighs would be open, wet, begging for him to keep going. My anklet would bite into my skin every time my legs try to close around him. I want him to whisper in my ear that I am not allowed to hide from him. It makes my whole body feel like it’s his, claimed and trembling. I keep thinking how my hijab would stay on while he watches my mouth open. I don’t talk about this with anyone. It’s a secret that makes me wet before he even touches me. Sometimes I wonder if he would leave marks on my neck under the hijab. I write because my body wants these things out in the open. If you want me to keep writing about my secret fantasies, you can support my work.