I was born in Pakistan. When I was seven my father sold me to a man to be his wife. There was a traditional ceremony. My mother prepared me for the worst warning me that it was going to hurt a lot for the first few years but eventually I would grow to enjoy sex. I was very scared. We met at our wedding and he didn't actually see me until he took me home with him two days later. (The whole thing lasted two days) My parents were very happy that I was to be married to a very wealthy man. I was not so sure. I was scared of the whole thing.

When we got to my new home with my husband I thought he would take me to his bedroom and strip me naked and take me immediately and I was prepared for the worst. He did take me to his room and he did take my clothes off. But instead of stabbing me between the legs with his penis, he knelt on the floor and leaned over the bed and he gently licked me all over starting with my feet. He smelled really good. The whole thing felt really good. He never said a word. He just licked me all night long. I was on fire with pleasure. My whole body tingled in ecstasy. It was paradise. It felt like candy tastes. I fell asleep and dreamed wonderful dreams of angels kissing me all over. I woke up the next day wrapped in a cocoon of silk in my new husband's arms. Sometime after I fell asleep he put a silk night gown on me. He took me to the kitchen and there my new mother in law taught me to prepare my husband's favorite breakfast which is a sort of pastry with nuts and honey and tea. He held me in his lap, something that is not normally done when a man eats. The entire time he tickled me on my vagina and hand fed some of the pastry to me. His mother stood watching. I could tell she did not approve but said nothing.

Though she was very formal with me she was also friendly enough to me and never mistreated me. I tried my best to learn everything she was to teach me. My husband was always a very kind man and despite being over 50 years old, I thought he was nice to look at as well. He did not try to have sex with me until five years later when I was 12. He asked me if I was ready to become a woman and start giving him babies. I told him that I was and in fact had been looking forward to losing my virginity for over a year. He was very gentle using lots of lubrication and let me on top so I could control how fast and hard he went in. I was a little nervous but found that after about an hour I was able to work most of his penis into me without too much pain. In fact the only time it really hurt was as it pushed past my hymen which I had practiced stretching with a dildo my husband got me. It was smaller than his penis but it stretched me enough so I only bled a little when it was time for the real thing.

It took a year and a half of trying but I finally got pregnant and gave birth when I was 14. My husband was overjoyed when I gave him a son. That is usual in Pakistan. What was unusual was he was also very happy when I gave him a daughter a year later. Since then we have had three more children for a total of 5. But then a year after the fifth child was born and 16 years after we got married, my husband died of cancer. His nephew, who did not have a wife yet, offered to marry me. He is nice and good looking and almost as gentle and affectionate as his uncle. I said yes and we got married. Then we moved to the UK where he is an engineer. Instead of wanting me to be a traditional Muslim wife he wants me to be modern. The first thing he did when we got to London was he gave me his credit card and told me to go shopping for me and our children for clothes and that we should all go to the salon to get makeovers. Now I am a modern woman. I like being a modern woman but sometimes I miss being a little girl and having my husband lick me all over until I fall asleep.