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Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 1 (I)
Nadir’s Narration:
On Tuesday I had a long day at work.
Despite work, my thoughts were often on the last days of our lives, those grey days, those cold,
icy days.
The past days were terrible, humiliating things happened to me. But I thought because of my fault,
more to Meena, my beloved angel. But fortunately, through her vigilance, selflessness and
love, it did not end in the downfall of our marriage and in a catastrophe for our lives.
I thought I would talk to Shahin on Thursday and apologize in person for not coming out.
He would have come to see me in the hospital, because of his mother who was planned
to be operated by me, on Thursday.
Meena had a date with Mitra after work and they met up outside to go shopping and then
went to her place. When I got home, it was quite late, but she wasn't there yet. When I was
at the door she called and said she was on her way.
I knew that they had probably talked for a long time about our last days.
We were both tired and went to sleep.
* *
On Wednesday, at lunchtime, Mitra called and spoke to me very enthusiastically.
I could clearly hear and feel how relieved she was, that we, Meena and I, had found each
other again and that our lives is normalized.
After this phone call from Mitra, until I was back home, I was thinking about our lives and especially
our emotional journeys, forwards and backwards, ups and downs.
Even while driving home, my thoughts have receded further back, before the appearance of Jalal,
or rather the time between the death of Mansour and Jalal’ appearance. For a period of time
following Mansour’s departure, my wife Meena and I couldn't keep our hands off each other.
It was a mixture of what I can only describe as loving and animalistic lust, a leftover from what
we did and, I believe, a sort of coping mechanism. There was lots of talk during sex and otherwise
about our experiences, especially hers, which made me very horny and Meena too.
Then, about one or two months later, the excitement sort of wore off. The sex, while a bit less
frequent, was more loving and about us, with less and less about others and mention of fantasy
talk. And finally, there had been a day or two times sex in the week. Otherwise, we stayed close
but somehow left each other alone.
Increasing and progressing break time for body and mind.
I could say we kept our heads for us, Just, for a few days, even if we didn't completely leave each
other alone. It was not that we decided to do it, but it was something that we just did it. Meena
would stay late at her Job place here and there, working her scientific projects, or I would be in
hospital to work longer, even sometimes missing dinner at home. Sure, after we went to bed early
a night or so, we usually gave in and had a little fun, too. But in comparison to earlier, we had
increasingly far fewer fun sex evenings.
* * *
Tuesday early afternoon, we were both at home. We spent a long time outside watching,
celebrating, and enjoying the sunset with a glass of wine in our hands. after the dinner that we
had right by the pond, Meena told me that she wanted to feel me today and that we should go to
bed straight after coffee.
I was in the bathroom, downstairs, and then as I went upstairs and walked into the bedroom, I saw
my angel lying already on the bed. Meena is stunning in person I thought.
She was lying naked with a thin blanket covering nothing more than her middle, exposing her
naked sweet body to the moonlight. Her eyes were closed.
"Hi beautiful," I said. Meena opened her eyes briefly, smiled at me and then closed them again.
I moved to the end of the bed. I stand there a moment watching her breathing.
Meena’s eyes were still closed, first I thought she is sleeping or is trying to sleep.
Her chest gently rising and falling as the moonlight highlighted her curves.
She looked so peaceful, so innocent, so beautiful, her perfectly sized breasts, her dark
hair spread against the pillow.
Hesitantly, I reached out a hand and softly caressed her dark red lacquered big toe with my
fingertips.
Lost in her dreams or thoughts, she didn't even notice. I caressed tenderly and slowly, upper,
from her well-formed ankle, her shapely leg to knee and then up to her midthigh.
A soft sigh with a slight movement escaped from her, and I froze, afraid that I woke her up, holding
my breath as I watched her.
A moment later and she opened her beautiful one time more, smiled at me and said softly,
“Please baby, please continue…”, and closed her eyes, again.
Emboldened, I ran a finger along her pussy, feeling the soft folds of skin, the knot of her clit, the
roughness of trimmed hair after the bareness of the rest of it. I did it again, this time pressing more
firmly, my finger sliding between the folds to her entrance, feeling the warmth of it, naturally moist,
but not yet wet. I softly caressed and teased her pussy lips and clit with my fingers, fascinated as
the movements constantly change the way the moonlight and shadows play across the folds.
Legs spread, but not too wide, the smooth curves of her stomach rising into the larger curves of
her breasts, topped by still-soft nipples, the moonlight highlighting half of her face, so peaceful and
serene.
I silently moved to the side of the bed. Reaching out, I gently caressed her soft yet firm breasts.
Fingertips teasing her nipples like a feather, feeling them rise at my touch. Boldly I leaned down
and softly licked across one, tasting the sweet saltiness of her skin. Carefully and gently I
continued, fingers on one, mouth and tongue on the other, cajoling them to new levels of
hardness. Meena sighed again but I didn't pause.
A short time more on her breasts before I finally did pause, then I moved back to the foot of the
bed, pressing a finger gently between her pussy lips, this time found wetness which I brought up
and rub around her clit.
Her legs spreaded wider at the touch. I leaned forwards and repeated the action with my tongue,
smelling her arousal as I drew close and then tasting it as I reached her. So sweet.
Running my tongue up and down, around her clit, sliding it inside, I heard her breathing deepened.
Meena’s mouth opened as she gasped ready to cry out.
I couldn't wait to see the look of pure bliss and pleasure in her eyes. I smiled slightly.
I noticed her whole body shiver and she looked deeply into my eyes. I looked intently into her
eyes,"Want to tell me what you dreamed about baby, before I continue?", I said calmly.
Meena showed me with a hand gesture that I should lie down next to her.
When I laid down next to her, I had the impression that she was searching for something in her
memories. Then I thought no, not in her memories but she was probably thinking about how we,
or perhaps how she, would or should deal with the new situation, my physical problem. That look
of both intensity and a litte nervousness about how future nights will unfold, or this was perhaps
just my imagination with roots in my unsecurity?
I asked if everything was okay. Meena said yes, but she was wondering why I had this problem
and if it was her fault. I smiled and said it's our fault and more mine than hers. Just like it's our
problem, as she formulated it, previously.
I looked at her as she bit her lip, and said, "I'm still having anxiety. I'm worried about not being
what you need, Meena, with this problem…"
Meena looked directly into my eyes and told me not to worry and I'm everything that she needed.
Then she turned to me. I looked at her eyes and then her lips and at the end those hard, fully
erect nipples peeking out.
I leaned in to kiss her soft, luscious lips. She leaned into the kiss, and I ran my fingers through
her hair as I kissed intensely and passionately.
Then I leaned back again, looked at the ceiling and spoke about my thoughts today regarding the
last few months after Mansour's death. I mentioned that although it was a turbulent time for me
and certainly, and more for her too, in terms of our emotions and feelings, with frequent
disappointments in each other and above all feelings of hatred towards him.
Mansour had unconsciously through his appalling behavior, caused an incredible movement with a
very positive effect on our sex life. We both discovered new things about ourselves through his
adventurous and incorrect approach to his beloved niece.
Our unknown feelings, as well as physical desires and inclinations, which were already concealed
There, in our subconscious, came to the surface and into our consciousness and thus gave us
unbelievable, exciting moments.
Meena, while stroking my forearm with her fingertips, said quietly, "You're right, but he, my uncle
Mansi, or anyone else were just instruments that gave impulses and nothing more.
They helped us to experience our inner selves consciously. Later, at least for me, when my inner
hidden tendencies finally fully came to the surface of my consciousness, and I accepted them as
they were and still are, as mine, it was like that no matter where and with whom, in the end, it was
only you, only for you, and I was always thinking how you would feel, how what I do or what
someone other does to me and with me, will excite you and that took me to higher limits, these
thoughts and feelings and the idea of your mental and physical reactions."
I knew part of Meena’s thought was now basking in the same sort of afterglow we both were in the
days immediately after each erotic game we had especially with others. I asked her if she meant
one special time or part, which was more excitig.
Nothing in particular, she said. Just a feeling, and she wondered if I felt it also, if I felt her
excitement because of my reactions. She emphasized further. “Nor does it have anything to do
with anyone other, except you for sure," she said, looking at me.
"Hmm," I pondered. "Meena, I think I know what you mean." I took her by the arm. "Maybe
because we've just plain done more. We had another experience, with someone else. Someone
very different. Other types than me... This sounds terrible but, some actions were not under our
control, and this made it maybe, interesting, some new experiences, we were sometimes at the
mercy of…" I spoke.
Meena interrupted me, “You too?”
I responded, “Yes of course, I couldn't interfere, at least not necessarily, sometimes I had the
feeling that I am powerless, and I have to let it happen, maybe I wanted to, sorry for saying that,
but maybe inside me I felt joy and stimulation of a special kind, I felt that makes me, hot and hotter
and horny and hornier if things happen and I can not interfere,", “, experiencing someone taking
full control of you and use your body in whatever way he pleased, especially during…”.
While I was telling all this, I felt a stirring in my groin, as if something, a blockade came loose.
Meean asked curiously, even excited, “Especially with Mansi?”
I admitted, “Yes, especially with Mansour, was it wrong? Should I be ashamed for it?”.
"No, not baby… I know, I understand what you mean," Meena said quickly. The she raised her
head and kissed my lips briefly and said, "I love you,"...
"Mm, I love it when we are so open and honest and in tune with each other," I said, meeting
Meena in an instinctive and quick kiss, "we're feeling more comfortable with ourselves is all.
Sooner than before. And I don't think in an ignorant way, intentionally or otherwise.
Meena, I feel as good about you and us as I did the day I accepted my inner feelings and desires
about sharing...".
Meena interrrupted me, “You mean Bernstein is right when he said that if you share what you love,
then that is real love…”.
"Yes, there could be some truth in what he said... In any case, it also has to do with happiness
and we know that happiness is not a state, not a stable state, but like a flash, an enormous feeling
that is there for a moment and then could disappear or no longer be consciously felt, even if it is
there..."
"Hmmm, yes, absolutely…" Meena smiled. Then she moved in on me and whispered "I was gonna
you just beat me to it." And then we made out, passionately. When our kiss ended Meena looked
relieved to hear what I was saying and placed a hand over mine. I could see, she'd innocently and
unwittingly sparked it. All of a sudden, I was hit with a wave of images of her, with Mansour and
Murad and even Jalal, and I felt my heartbeat increase and I felt a stirring in my groin again.
Meena tilted her head and stared at me, blinking."You got that look on your face, Nadir... Are
you…?"
"Imagining you? Yes."
"With..." She asked calmly.
"With all of them." I responded.
Meena's shoulders rose as she took in a sudden but small breath through her nose and exhaled it
just as quickly.
"You and your lovers…" I said. She relaxed and gave me a smirk. I kept a straight face as I met
her gaze. "But...mostly...you and your filthy uncle..." Meena looked longingly at me once more.
"You with young Murad and with jalal, " I added. "I'm thinking of them, all of us, taking turns with
you..."
"Us'? You mean, you too?" she asked, snuggling closer to me. I nodded. "Nadir, baby, I like when
you include yourself in our fantasies. I love when you show me that you are there, and you are
paticipating…"
"Really? Do you want it that much and that intensely? Do you mean my being there, just observe
or participate? " I asked softly.
Meena nodded, "Both…"
"Really?"
She nodded. And we kissed, then gazed into each other's eyes for a moment.
"But I love mostly..." I spoke.
Meena grinned at me. "Mostly? yes...let's hear it…"
I chuckled and continued. "But mostly, I love them having you, as they want and me watching
you… In ways they have."
To be continued…
Nadir’s Narration:
On Tuesday I had a long day at work.
Despite work, my thoughts were often on the last days of our lives, those grey days, those cold,
icy days.
The past days were terrible, humiliating things happened to me. But I thought because of my fault,
more to Meena, my beloved angel. But fortunately, through her vigilance, selflessness and
love, it did not end in the downfall of our marriage and in a catastrophe for our lives.
I thought I would talk to Shahin on Thursday and apologize in person for not coming out.
He would have come to see me in the hospital, because of his mother who was planned
to be operated by me, on Thursday.
Meena had a date with Mitra after work and they met up outside to go shopping and then
went to her place. When I got home, it was quite late, but she wasn't there yet. When I was
at the door she called and said she was on her way.
I knew that they had probably talked for a long time about our last days.
We were both tired and went to sleep.
* *
On Wednesday, at lunchtime, Mitra called and spoke to me very enthusiastically.
I could clearly hear and feel how relieved she was, that we, Meena and I, had found each
other again and that our lives is normalized.
After this phone call from Mitra, until I was back home, I was thinking about our lives and especially
our emotional journeys, forwards and backwards, ups and downs.
Even while driving home, my thoughts have receded further back, before the appearance of Jalal,
or rather the time between the death of Mansour and Jalal’ appearance. For a period of time
following Mansour’s departure, my wife Meena and I couldn't keep our hands off each other.
It was a mixture of what I can only describe as loving and animalistic lust, a leftover from what
we did and, I believe, a sort of coping mechanism. There was lots of talk during sex and otherwise
about our experiences, especially hers, which made me very horny and Meena too.
Then, about one or two months later, the excitement sort of wore off. The sex, while a bit less
frequent, was more loving and about us, with less and less about others and mention of fantasy
talk. And finally, there had been a day or two times sex in the week. Otherwise, we stayed close
but somehow left each other alone.
Increasing and progressing break time for body and mind.
I could say we kept our heads for us, Just, for a few days, even if we didn't completely leave each
other alone. It was not that we decided to do it, but it was something that we just did it. Meena
would stay late at her Job place here and there, working her scientific projects, or I would be in
hospital to work longer, even sometimes missing dinner at home. Sure, after we went to bed early
a night or so, we usually gave in and had a little fun, too. But in comparison to earlier, we had
increasingly far fewer fun sex evenings.
* * *
Tuesday early afternoon, we were both at home. We spent a long time outside watching,
celebrating, and enjoying the sunset with a glass of wine in our hands. after the dinner that we
had right by the pond, Meena told me that she wanted to feel me today and that we should go to
bed straight after coffee.
I was in the bathroom, downstairs, and then as I went upstairs and walked into the bedroom, I saw
my angel lying already on the bed. Meena is stunning in person I thought.
She was lying naked with a thin blanket covering nothing more than her middle, exposing her
naked sweet body to the moonlight. Her eyes were closed.
"Hi beautiful," I said. Meena opened her eyes briefly, smiled at me and then closed them again.
I moved to the end of the bed. I stand there a moment watching her breathing.
Meena’s eyes were still closed, first I thought she is sleeping or is trying to sleep.
Her chest gently rising and falling as the moonlight highlighted her curves.
She looked so peaceful, so innocent, so beautiful, her perfectly sized breasts, her dark
hair spread against the pillow.
Hesitantly, I reached out a hand and softly caressed her dark red lacquered big toe with my
fingertips.
Lost in her dreams or thoughts, she didn't even notice. I caressed tenderly and slowly, upper,
from her well-formed ankle, her shapely leg to knee and then up to her midthigh.
A soft sigh with a slight movement escaped from her, and I froze, afraid that I woke her up, holding
my breath as I watched her.
A moment later and she opened her beautiful one time more, smiled at me and said softly,
“Please baby, please continue…”, and closed her eyes, again.
Emboldened, I ran a finger along her pussy, feeling the soft folds of skin, the knot of her clit, the
roughness of trimmed hair after the bareness of the rest of it. I did it again, this time pressing more
firmly, my finger sliding between the folds to her entrance, feeling the warmth of it, naturally moist,
but not yet wet. I softly caressed and teased her pussy lips and clit with my fingers, fascinated as
the movements constantly change the way the moonlight and shadows play across the folds.
Legs spread, but not too wide, the smooth curves of her stomach rising into the larger curves of
her breasts, topped by still-soft nipples, the moonlight highlighting half of her face, so peaceful and
serene.
I silently moved to the side of the bed. Reaching out, I gently caressed her soft yet firm breasts.
Fingertips teasing her nipples like a feather, feeling them rise at my touch. Boldly I leaned down
and softly licked across one, tasting the sweet saltiness of her skin. Carefully and gently I
continued, fingers on one, mouth and tongue on the other, cajoling them to new levels of
hardness. Meena sighed again but I didn't pause.
A short time more on her breasts before I finally did pause, then I moved back to the foot of the
bed, pressing a finger gently between her pussy lips, this time found wetness which I brought up
and rub around her clit.
Her legs spreaded wider at the touch. I leaned forwards and repeated the action with my tongue,
smelling her arousal as I drew close and then tasting it as I reached her. So sweet.
Running my tongue up and down, around her clit, sliding it inside, I heard her breathing deepened.
Meena’s mouth opened as she gasped ready to cry out.
I couldn't wait to see the look of pure bliss and pleasure in her eyes. I smiled slightly.
I noticed her whole body shiver and she looked deeply into my eyes. I looked intently into her
eyes,"Want to tell me what you dreamed about baby, before I continue?", I said calmly.
Meena showed me with a hand gesture that I should lie down next to her.
When I laid down next to her, I had the impression that she was searching for something in her
memories. Then I thought no, not in her memories but she was probably thinking about how we,
or perhaps how she, would or should deal with the new situation, my physical problem. That look
of both intensity and a litte nervousness about how future nights will unfold, or this was perhaps
just my imagination with roots in my unsecurity?
I asked if everything was okay. Meena said yes, but she was wondering why I had this problem
and if it was her fault. I smiled and said it's our fault and more mine than hers. Just like it's our
problem, as she formulated it, previously.
I looked at her as she bit her lip, and said, "I'm still having anxiety. I'm worried about not being
what you need, Meena, with this problem…"
Meena looked directly into my eyes and told me not to worry and I'm everything that she needed.
Then she turned to me. I looked at her eyes and then her lips and at the end those hard, fully
erect nipples peeking out.
I leaned in to kiss her soft, luscious lips. She leaned into the kiss, and I ran my fingers through
her hair as I kissed intensely and passionately.
Then I leaned back again, looked at the ceiling and spoke about my thoughts today regarding the
last few months after Mansour's death. I mentioned that although it was a turbulent time for me
and certainly, and more for her too, in terms of our emotions and feelings, with frequent
disappointments in each other and above all feelings of hatred towards him.
Mansour had unconsciously through his appalling behavior, caused an incredible movement with a
very positive effect on our sex life. We both discovered new things about ourselves through his
adventurous and incorrect approach to his beloved niece.
Our unknown feelings, as well as physical desires and inclinations, which were already concealed
There, in our subconscious, came to the surface and into our consciousness and thus gave us
unbelievable, exciting moments.
Meena, while stroking my forearm with her fingertips, said quietly, "You're right, but he, my uncle
Mansi, or anyone else were just instruments that gave impulses and nothing more.
They helped us to experience our inner selves consciously. Later, at least for me, when my inner
hidden tendencies finally fully came to the surface of my consciousness, and I accepted them as
they were and still are, as mine, it was like that no matter where and with whom, in the end, it was
only you, only for you, and I was always thinking how you would feel, how what I do or what
someone other does to me and with me, will excite you and that took me to higher limits, these
thoughts and feelings and the idea of your mental and physical reactions."
I knew part of Meena’s thought was now basking in the same sort of afterglow we both were in the
days immediately after each erotic game we had especially with others. I asked her if she meant
one special time or part, which was more excitig.
Nothing in particular, she said. Just a feeling, and she wondered if I felt it also, if I felt her
excitement because of my reactions. She emphasized further. “Nor does it have anything to do
with anyone other, except you for sure," she said, looking at me.
"Hmm," I pondered. "Meena, I think I know what you mean." I took her by the arm. "Maybe
because we've just plain done more. We had another experience, with someone else. Someone
very different. Other types than me... This sounds terrible but, some actions were not under our
control, and this made it maybe, interesting, some new experiences, we were sometimes at the
mercy of…" I spoke.
Meena interrupted me, “You too?”
I responded, “Yes of course, I couldn't interfere, at least not necessarily, sometimes I had the
feeling that I am powerless, and I have to let it happen, maybe I wanted to, sorry for saying that,
but maybe inside me I felt joy and stimulation of a special kind, I felt that makes me, hot and hotter
and horny and hornier if things happen and I can not interfere,", “, experiencing someone taking
full control of you and use your body in whatever way he pleased, especially during…”.
While I was telling all this, I felt a stirring in my groin, as if something, a blockade came loose.
Meean asked curiously, even excited, “Especially with Mansi?”
I admitted, “Yes, especially with Mansour, was it wrong? Should I be ashamed for it?”.
"No, not baby… I know, I understand what you mean," Meena said quickly. The she raised her
head and kissed my lips briefly and said, "I love you,"...
"Mm, I love it when we are so open and honest and in tune with each other," I said, meeting
Meena in an instinctive and quick kiss, "we're feeling more comfortable with ourselves is all.
Sooner than before. And I don't think in an ignorant way, intentionally or otherwise.
Meena, I feel as good about you and us as I did the day I accepted my inner feelings and desires
about sharing...".
Meena interrrupted me, “You mean Bernstein is right when he said that if you share what you love,
then that is real love…”.
"Yes, there could be some truth in what he said... In any case, it also has to do with happiness
and we know that happiness is not a state, not a stable state, but like a flash, an enormous feeling
that is there for a moment and then could disappear or no longer be consciously felt, even if it is
there..."
"Hmmm, yes, absolutely…" Meena smiled. Then she moved in on me and whispered "I was gonna
you just beat me to it." And then we made out, passionately. When our kiss ended Meena looked
relieved to hear what I was saying and placed a hand over mine. I could see, she'd innocently and
unwittingly sparked it. All of a sudden, I was hit with a wave of images of her, with Mansour and
Murad and even Jalal, and I felt my heartbeat increase and I felt a stirring in my groin again.
Meena tilted her head and stared at me, blinking."You got that look on your face, Nadir... Are
you…?"
"Imagining you? Yes."
"With..." She asked calmly.
"With all of them." I responded.
Meena's shoulders rose as she took in a sudden but small breath through her nose and exhaled it
just as quickly.
"You and your lovers…" I said. She relaxed and gave me a smirk. I kept a straight face as I met
her gaze. "But...mostly...you and your filthy uncle..." Meena looked longingly at me once more.
"You with young Murad and with jalal, " I added. "I'm thinking of them, all of us, taking turns with
you..."
"Us'? You mean, you too?" she asked, snuggling closer to me. I nodded. "Nadir, baby, I like when
you include yourself in our fantasies. I love when you show me that you are there, and you are
paticipating…"
"Really? Do you want it that much and that intensely? Do you mean my being there, just observe
or participate? " I asked softly.
Meena nodded, "Both…"
"Really?"
She nodded. And we kissed, then gazed into each other's eyes for a moment.
"But I love mostly..." I spoke.
Meena grinned at me. "Mostly? yes...let's hear it…"
I chuckled and continued. "But mostly, I love them having you, as they want and me watching
you… In ways they have."
To be continued…
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