My pussy is appetizing
– it puckers when it smells testosterone from a thousand miles, it’s so wet but
tight enough, thanks to Kegel exercises, and it throbs like the beating of my
heart. I have Googled what appetizing vaginas have over the others, and I made
a startling discovery: it is for the 72 virgins, houri, who would be given to terrorists in heaven.
I have
big, wide and beautiful/lovely/lustrous eyes, like pearls, just the way the
Quran says in Surat Al-Wāqi`ah 56:22 – 23. I am tall, baby-faced (what the Hadith calls eternally young), fair
complexion, voluptuous and full-breasted. My boobs are large, round and not
inclined to hang. I am everything that the Quran and Hadith promises terrorists would get when they die for Allah except
I am not a houri, chaste, pure, and
non-menstruating.
The
terrorists claim that each time they sleep with a houri they find her virgin, it exists in their fucked up
radicalized minds? Besides, the penis of the terrorist never goes limp. The
erection is eternal; the sensation that they feel each time they screw us their
dark-eyed virgins is utterly delicious and out of this world and were anyone to
experience it in this world they would faint. Each terrorist will marry
seventy-two (sic) houris, besides the women he married on
earth, and all will have appetizing vaginas. That’s according to one very old
sex-maniacal geezer who is said to have died sometime in the Middle Ages,
around 1500 CE. So, heaven is a bordello of sorts?
Armed
with this truth, which is, sadly, known to very few, I have decided to join the
terrorists wherever they are holed up and give it to them. It is a taste of
heaven before they go to janna,
right? and an honour for me to have had the privilege.
I have
done my homework, I want to be fucked by the most notorious, unmerciful
terrorists around. Al-Shabaab want to go to Alaska, perhaps they will get some
American harlots there and have to deal with human rights and whatnot American
sluts campaign for or against, so they are out of my to-do-list. Al-Qaeda, ever
since Osama Bin Laden was killed by his brother, Obama, has gone soft; I can’t
have terrorists going all soft on me when they are supposed to fuck me hard and
rough before going out to kill more kafirs.
Boko Haram in Nigeria all they know is to kidnap young innocent girls and gang-rape
them. I can’t be part of a people that’s so cruel. Now I’m left with ISIS. The
Islamic State in Iraq and Syria Islamists are focused, merciless and ruthless, and
strategic. Now they are in the Levant. Soon they will be ISIW, Islamic State in
Iraq and the World.
The media
call me a jihad bride, ever since I joined ISIS. Well, I am a jihad whore.
Whenever the brave mujahedeen go out
to massacre the kafirs, they come
back to our haven and find me waiting for them. In this life, I don’t get tired
of being screwed by the terrorists because most of them have erectile
dysfunction, or ejaculate on my thighs even before they can feel the puckering
of my vulva, and when they go to heaven I will be just a by-the way. Can you
imagine waiting in the line for 72 minutes, 72 hours, 72 days, 72 weeks, 72
months, or 72 years to have your share of the terrorist’s dick? That’s
ludicrous. Before they go to janna
and have their 72 houri for eternity
and ignore me, I am their houri on
earth. Those stupid bitches up there who think that they would be the first to
be fucked by the mujahedeen are mistaken. I have already tasted them.
72
terrorists fuck me every day. Isn’t that janna,
my janna? I am having my share now
before I suicide-bomb myself because: a). I don’t believe in heaven and hell,
b). the 72 houri story is a hoax, c).
there are no virgins, there never was, and d). I can’t escape my destiny.
Well, I
am the 73rd Virgin, the one who is not talked about, and perhaps
will never be talked about.
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