18-01-2025, 02:43 PM
Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 3 (II)
Nadir’s Narration:
I spoke. "But I’ll be never get angry or injured from you or what you do or say or how you do what,
Meena, because of this security, this unity, ","Okay?"
She didn't answer, I reared back to look her in the eye. "'Okay?"
"'Okay...", she said slowly.
I leaned over and kissed her; she kissed me back.
"That says," I added "I like how, brought up or not, we speak about or not, we both see eye to eye
about not needing anything or anyone but each other. We come first. always. If, in the end the
fantasy or activity, which has also the root in fantasy, something occurs or is spoken, never the
love, the unity of us, suffers in quality and quantity, because of that, whatever and however and
with whoever it is…”
"Yes.", Meena affirmed.
"My focus is on you Meena, always…" I admited.
"And mine on you...", she spoke. ", yes...“, then she hugged me tight as she spoked against my
chest. "I like hearing that Nadir."
"I feel this way in my own private thoughts too," I added. "Well...they're not so private now but, you
know what I mean." I said.
"Oh Nadir me too. It means so much to me you telling me that, us talking about it. You say things
in a way I feel but can't put into words...at least not so well."
She looked up at me and I kissed her. While we were doing it, I was thinking of the fantasy I was
about to get into with Tahir, and in light of what we'd just discussed I had the sudden urge to say
something to Meena, but I didn't want to ruin the mood. I wanted now directly to address it with
her. My thoughts must have been obvious because her eye contact sharpened, and she tilted her
head.
"Tell me, Nadir, come, tell me…" she said softly.
"Meena, after what we just said to each other, I find there's something I need to add, to make
clear. Nothing new. Well, not completely. And doesn't change what we just said, but..."
"Is it about me?" She asked,
"'Of course," I nodded.
"About something happening. For real?", she asked curiously.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Sort of...and not... Just, after what we said. It is about something
needn't happen ever at all. In light of those emotions and sentiments of us. I feel there's something
I have to... admit. I don't know why. Maybe it feels to me to be in spite of what we just discussed...
in some way. In spite of my having no need in that regard, there's something I still like to occur.
Or, just at our imagination, but at the same time I prefer… Real... I don’t know. It's weird."
Meena could tell I was thinking hard. She took both my hands in hers.
"It's okay," she said softly. "Don't constrict yourself, like you said, tell me, what you wish..."
I took in a breath. Meena just smiled warmly up at me.
I spoke slowly, "Meena I'm aroused right now, and I wish I wasn't, so that the point I'm trying to
make would take centre stage all by itself."
"Nadir..." she said softly. "It does. Okay? What you said just now? I'm right there with you on that. I
understand. Okay?"
"Okay," I nodded.
"Okay," she whispered. "So, tell me what you like to happen, what you wish.... I'm listening baby."
"Thank you... This is not telling you anything new, Meena. I said something similar when I first told
you my fantasy of you. But that stuff is still fresh in my mind in the same way it was then. I'm only
bringing it up again because I somehow need to make my point, to...to get across what I think I'm
admitting. Okay?"
"Okay..." Meena replied as she looked up at me., and then abruptly said, “Let me guess…”.
"Yes, okay, but first let me to open this, aside from fantasy talk, and although we said what we just
did and I meant all that, there are pictures, some images that pop into my mind sometimes...and
just like then I like considering them for real. Not in order to make them happen or to say you to let
them happen; that's not in any way like it. But I like considering them...as real. I like it. Can I just
tell you some? Not to talk dirty to you. I mean...this isn't to be sexual here. It's gonna sound it, but
it isn't meant to be. I don't mean for it to affect you, okay?"
Meena came up to hug me and stayed like that, stroking my hair. "Okay..."
I took a deep breath.
"There are some flashes...of images..." I was hesitating.
"Tell me, nadir…" Meena whispered.
I paused a moment longer, then continued. "Flashing images..." I took another deep breath.
"Images... of your eyes squinting and rolling. Of your mouth hanging open. Of a pair of tight denim
shorts pulled over your ass. Of a hand running over it and down...
Of a hand cupping your breast and tweaking a nipple. Of a big cock thrusting back and
forth between your spread pussy lips... and of one of the many times he stayed inside you and
tensed with a spurt of seed..."
I sensed and heard Meena swallow as I tried to get this out.
"...I see you; your arms are dangling in front of you, probably because you are bent over and being
held by either your shoulders or your... your hair... and being fucked from behind. Images of jets of
cum being shot across your face and body... Images of hands grabbing your bare hips. Of fingers
rubbing your groomed pussy."
"My groomed…" Meena blurted out softly, briefly pausing her caresses, "Uh!... ...My God," she
said so quietly that I could only hear with difficulty.
"Rubbing your pussy so fast... so fast it brings you to your knees... images of your small hand
wrapped around a large penis shaft... of your mouth stuffed so incredibly full, a hand on the back
of your head..."
Meena's was breathing heavily; I noticed that she wasn't trying to press herself against me with
her embrace. She was gentle as if trying not ot disturb me as I voiced my thoughts. Then she
kissed the back of my neck, then leaned her head against me, stroking my hair and listening.
"All of these images have their origin in the imagination of men... the men who we know…
I'm there, just watching you and what they're doing to you and how you react... And you're looking
at me, instinctively and dutifully, wondering if you're doing right... if you're giving these men relief
in a right way. And you know that just looking at you arouses me. but there is no one in them that
you pay more attention to or that excites you more... There is no particular man in them that you
like better or that you are more interested in or you have a feeling for... And it is not about it being
a particular person, Meena. Or that you are with a particular man. Someone beside me or in my
place. You behave if you like all of them, not them but what they are doing, and you watch and
love how I feel, what I will. They are just there to serve you and help you to where we, or maybe
just I, want you to be... I don't know if I ever made that clear."
"You never had to," she said softly, briefly turning her head up to kiss my neck as she scrunched
up a fist full of my hair.
"For me it is not and has never been a fantasy of wife sharing thoughts. Or even a... a fantasy of
cuckolding. Just... a ‘Meena fantasy’. Just the simple, standalone fact of something being done to
you, as in the pictures I see you, and in particular and always, most important your... Your initial
and individual mind and body reactions. I don't know, it's hard to explain better, this simple
fact that I'm mentioning here, because I know we use some general and blanket term for
everything… But here when I am talking about you, this is just for a Meena Fantasy.., and it
belongs to me."
"Oh, my Nadir, I understand you, I really do... Oh baby," she whispered, pressing a kiss to my
chest as she continued caressing me.
"And... There's no reason to it Meena. No reason if they, these images and pictures are coming or
going, at leat not consciously reason for why or how these images come or happen or whatever.
And the images themselves do not instigate a plan or a want or need for something to happen
about them or about us. Again, they're a stand alone type thing. They're fleeting and gone. You
know I like them, because you are in them".
"Do you consider them… I mean how real…” Meena asked.
"Considering them for real? I like them Meena. Even if...we both don't need anyone or thing...or
even to talk fantasy...I like to consider them for real anyway, for me…" I took a deep breath. "What
I see in these images Meena... I can't deny that I like it. I don't understand why I do. I just do. I like
it a lot."
Meena reared back to look up at me. With a very slow and affectionate "Ohhh baby…" she
took my face in both her hands and hugged me again. "I know," she said soft and soothingly
as she resumed stroking my hair. "I know you do..."
"Meena I would kill and die for you... What we discussed a moment ago about doesn’t need
something or somebody or some fantasy ever, this doesn't change, but neither does the other for
me, that what I just told you. I like it, and I enjoy it.”
"I know you do," she repeated softly.
"I could also stop if you wanted me to, to talk about..."
"You know I don't want that and probably wouldn't ask you to if I did Nadir."
"I'd want you to if you did Meena. And then I'd naturally try to stop them. Do you believe me?"
She turned her head up for a kiss, then went back to hugging me and stroking my hair.
"Nadir that's the truth."
"Meena I have the feeling that you don't think about my fantasies when we're not talking about it.
A least not so often..." I said.
She looked up at me, speaking softly, "Nadir...I don't. I honestly don't. It's just...the way it is. Is that
okay?"
I just gave a smile at her.
"Is it?" she asked again, looking unsure of whether she should have told me that.
"Of course it is okay, Meena." I spoke.
"I guess because I don't want anyone else except you," she said, ", this is why I just don't think of it
on my own.", she thought for a moment. Then, looking up at me added, "Nadir if I do something
like buy a certain pair of panties I think of you, or I'm by myself and become aroused over
something, it's with you and only you in my mind. That's what...does it for me. You. It's automatic
and natural. As far as your fantasy or those images goes,”,” and me acting or thinking on
them…on my own or when I'm alone...I just...don't. I mean, I might in as far as trying to do
something for you. Or…if I think you might want to talk about it, which usually happens when I'm
with you."
Meena thought a moment and then sighed. "Oh man...I'm not sure I know how to explain that,
Nadir,"
“But when I talk about, or you see my looks…” I said, to interrupt her to keep her calm about that.
"Yessss. Exactly. My God I was wondering how I was gonna explain what I meant I'm so glad you
said that. In exactly that way Nadir."
I smiled and Meena jabbed me playfully.
"But," she continued, "...on my own? As in, for me? I... I just don't. I think of you. But sometime
when I am excited and aroused, no matter what the reason, a movie, a scene, a book, or I wear a
sexy underwear. I think of you and if or how it can drive you crazy… Then yes… it makes me hot
and hotter… only because of how something or some happening makes you look at me," Meena
smiled at her play on words with pop up onto her toes. "It's for you!"
I smiled back.
"You know what's in my heart Nadir."
"Of course, but tell me more..."
"What I did with others? Did I on its own and without you in mind? I didn't, doesn't and just
couldn't do anything for me or someone, without you. And even you being away? Yes, it make me
feel sexy and aroused and do things and get into it… but even then, when I was into it...there's a
part of me, the main part of me which is busy with… with that act… that was...tuned in to you. Or
in tune with you. No matter what you saw or heard, part of my enjoyment was centered around
you. My physical and mental enjoyment. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, Meena but, it's important to me that you let go and you enjoy..., this makes me aroused to
feel it…To see it…" I said.
"I did, I let go. Just...I don't think like you think I did. I can't explain it. It's like...When I did it was
through you, not on my own. I never felt like you were ever only just...there... or just watching me,
like I was off on some adventure, and you were viewing it. Whenever something happened, there
was something going on between you and me in spite of anything or anyone else," Meena said,
waving her index finger back and forth between us. "And that goes for every time, when I was into
it, or letting go as you say. In a way...I could see what you did, in my head. Or I was seeing it.
I really could. I saw what you did and somehow felt what you did and heard it the way you
did and... and... And then my God it would all be confirmed when I'd see that look on your face. Do
you understand?"
"I'm starting to."
"And I like it that way. Because it means it's...mm..."
"Always us," I said.
"Yesss...that is it, exactly...", she said.
"Okay."
"I let go baby... Okay?"
"Okay Meena."
To be continued…
Nadir’s Narration:
I spoke. "But I’ll be never get angry or injured from you or what you do or say or how you do what,
Meena, because of this security, this unity, ","Okay?"
She didn't answer, I reared back to look her in the eye. "'Okay?"
"'Okay...", she said slowly.
I leaned over and kissed her; she kissed me back.
"That says," I added "I like how, brought up or not, we speak about or not, we both see eye to eye
about not needing anything or anyone but each other. We come first. always. If, in the end the
fantasy or activity, which has also the root in fantasy, something occurs or is spoken, never the
love, the unity of us, suffers in quality and quantity, because of that, whatever and however and
with whoever it is…”
"Yes.", Meena affirmed.
"My focus is on you Meena, always…" I admited.
"And mine on you...", she spoke. ", yes...“, then she hugged me tight as she spoked against my
chest. "I like hearing that Nadir."
"I feel this way in my own private thoughts too," I added. "Well...they're not so private now but, you
know what I mean." I said.
"Oh Nadir me too. It means so much to me you telling me that, us talking about it. You say things
in a way I feel but can't put into words...at least not so well."
She looked up at me and I kissed her. While we were doing it, I was thinking of the fantasy I was
about to get into with Tahir, and in light of what we'd just discussed I had the sudden urge to say
something to Meena, but I didn't want to ruin the mood. I wanted now directly to address it with
her. My thoughts must have been obvious because her eye contact sharpened, and she tilted her
head.
"Tell me, Nadir, come, tell me…" she said softly.
"Meena, after what we just said to each other, I find there's something I need to add, to make
clear. Nothing new. Well, not completely. And doesn't change what we just said, but..."
"Is it about me?" She asked,
"'Of course," I nodded.
"About something happening. For real?", she asked curiously.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Sort of...and not... Just, after what we said. It is about something
needn't happen ever at all. In light of those emotions and sentiments of us. I feel there's something
I have to... admit. I don't know why. Maybe it feels to me to be in spite of what we just discussed...
in some way. In spite of my having no need in that regard, there's something I still like to occur.
Or, just at our imagination, but at the same time I prefer… Real... I don’t know. It's weird."
Meena could tell I was thinking hard. She took both my hands in hers.
"It's okay," she said softly. "Don't constrict yourself, like you said, tell me, what you wish..."
I took in a breath. Meena just smiled warmly up at me.
I spoke slowly, "Meena I'm aroused right now, and I wish I wasn't, so that the point I'm trying to
make would take centre stage all by itself."
"Nadir..." she said softly. "It does. Okay? What you said just now? I'm right there with you on that. I
understand. Okay?"
"Okay," I nodded.
"Okay," she whispered. "So, tell me what you like to happen, what you wish.... I'm listening baby."
"Thank you... This is not telling you anything new, Meena. I said something similar when I first told
you my fantasy of you. But that stuff is still fresh in my mind in the same way it was then. I'm only
bringing it up again because I somehow need to make my point, to...to get across what I think I'm
admitting. Okay?"
"Okay..." Meena replied as she looked up at me., and then abruptly said, “Let me guess…”.
"Yes, okay, but first let me to open this, aside from fantasy talk, and although we said what we just
did and I meant all that, there are pictures, some images that pop into my mind sometimes...and
just like then I like considering them for real. Not in order to make them happen or to say you to let
them happen; that's not in any way like it. But I like considering them...as real. I like it. Can I just
tell you some? Not to talk dirty to you. I mean...this isn't to be sexual here. It's gonna sound it, but
it isn't meant to be. I don't mean for it to affect you, okay?"
Meena came up to hug me and stayed like that, stroking my hair. "Okay..."
I took a deep breath.
"There are some flashes...of images..." I was hesitating.
"Tell me, nadir…" Meena whispered.
I paused a moment longer, then continued. "Flashing images..." I took another deep breath.
"Images... of your eyes squinting and rolling. Of your mouth hanging open. Of a pair of tight denim
shorts pulled over your ass. Of a hand running over it and down...
Of a hand cupping your breast and tweaking a nipple. Of a big cock thrusting back and
forth between your spread pussy lips... and of one of the many times he stayed inside you and
tensed with a spurt of seed..."
I sensed and heard Meena swallow as I tried to get this out.
"...I see you; your arms are dangling in front of you, probably because you are bent over and being
held by either your shoulders or your... your hair... and being fucked from behind. Images of jets of
cum being shot across your face and body... Images of hands grabbing your bare hips. Of fingers
rubbing your groomed pussy."
"My groomed…" Meena blurted out softly, briefly pausing her caresses, "Uh!... ...My God," she
said so quietly that I could only hear with difficulty.
"Rubbing your pussy so fast... so fast it brings you to your knees... images of your small hand
wrapped around a large penis shaft... of your mouth stuffed so incredibly full, a hand on the back
of your head..."
Meena's was breathing heavily; I noticed that she wasn't trying to press herself against me with
her embrace. She was gentle as if trying not ot disturb me as I voiced my thoughts. Then she
kissed the back of my neck, then leaned her head against me, stroking my hair and listening.
"All of these images have their origin in the imagination of men... the men who we know…
I'm there, just watching you and what they're doing to you and how you react... And you're looking
at me, instinctively and dutifully, wondering if you're doing right... if you're giving these men relief
in a right way. And you know that just looking at you arouses me. but there is no one in them that
you pay more attention to or that excites you more... There is no particular man in them that you
like better or that you are more interested in or you have a feeling for... And it is not about it being
a particular person, Meena. Or that you are with a particular man. Someone beside me or in my
place. You behave if you like all of them, not them but what they are doing, and you watch and
love how I feel, what I will. They are just there to serve you and help you to where we, or maybe
just I, want you to be... I don't know if I ever made that clear."
"You never had to," she said softly, briefly turning her head up to kiss my neck as she scrunched
up a fist full of my hair.
"For me it is not and has never been a fantasy of wife sharing thoughts. Or even a... a fantasy of
cuckolding. Just... a ‘Meena fantasy’. Just the simple, standalone fact of something being done to
you, as in the pictures I see you, and in particular and always, most important your... Your initial
and individual mind and body reactions. I don't know, it's hard to explain better, this simple
fact that I'm mentioning here, because I know we use some general and blanket term for
everything… But here when I am talking about you, this is just for a Meena Fantasy.., and it
belongs to me."
"Oh, my Nadir, I understand you, I really do... Oh baby," she whispered, pressing a kiss to my
chest as she continued caressing me.
"And... There's no reason to it Meena. No reason if they, these images and pictures are coming or
going, at leat not consciously reason for why or how these images come or happen or whatever.
And the images themselves do not instigate a plan or a want or need for something to happen
about them or about us. Again, they're a stand alone type thing. They're fleeting and gone. You
know I like them, because you are in them".
"Do you consider them… I mean how real…” Meena asked.
"Considering them for real? I like them Meena. Even if...we both don't need anyone or thing...or
even to talk fantasy...I like to consider them for real anyway, for me…" I took a deep breath. "What
I see in these images Meena... I can't deny that I like it. I don't understand why I do. I just do. I like
it a lot."
Meena reared back to look up at me. With a very slow and affectionate "Ohhh baby…" she
took my face in both her hands and hugged me again. "I know," she said soft and soothingly
as she resumed stroking my hair. "I know you do..."
"Meena I would kill and die for you... What we discussed a moment ago about doesn’t need
something or somebody or some fantasy ever, this doesn't change, but neither does the other for
me, that what I just told you. I like it, and I enjoy it.”
"I know you do," she repeated softly.
"I could also stop if you wanted me to, to talk about..."
"You know I don't want that and probably wouldn't ask you to if I did Nadir."
"I'd want you to if you did Meena. And then I'd naturally try to stop them. Do you believe me?"
She turned her head up for a kiss, then went back to hugging me and stroking my hair.
"Nadir that's the truth."
"Meena I have the feeling that you don't think about my fantasies when we're not talking about it.
A least not so often..." I said.
She looked up at me, speaking softly, "Nadir...I don't. I honestly don't. It's just...the way it is. Is that
okay?"
I just gave a smile at her.
"Is it?" she asked again, looking unsure of whether she should have told me that.
"Of course it is okay, Meena." I spoke.
"I guess because I don't want anyone else except you," she said, ", this is why I just don't think of it
on my own.", she thought for a moment. Then, looking up at me added, "Nadir if I do something
like buy a certain pair of panties I think of you, or I'm by myself and become aroused over
something, it's with you and only you in my mind. That's what...does it for me. You. It's automatic
and natural. As far as your fantasy or those images goes,”,” and me acting or thinking on
them…on my own or when I'm alone...I just...don't. I mean, I might in as far as trying to do
something for you. Or…if I think you might want to talk about it, which usually happens when I'm
with you."
Meena thought a moment and then sighed. "Oh man...I'm not sure I know how to explain that,
Nadir,"
“But when I talk about, or you see my looks…” I said, to interrupt her to keep her calm about that.
"Yessss. Exactly. My God I was wondering how I was gonna explain what I meant I'm so glad you
said that. In exactly that way Nadir."
I smiled and Meena jabbed me playfully.
"But," she continued, "...on my own? As in, for me? I... I just don't. I think of you. But sometime
when I am excited and aroused, no matter what the reason, a movie, a scene, a book, or I wear a
sexy underwear. I think of you and if or how it can drive you crazy… Then yes… it makes me hot
and hotter… only because of how something or some happening makes you look at me," Meena
smiled at her play on words with pop up onto her toes. "It's for you!"
I smiled back.
"You know what's in my heart Nadir."
"Of course, but tell me more..."
"What I did with others? Did I on its own and without you in mind? I didn't, doesn't and just
couldn't do anything for me or someone, without you. And even you being away? Yes, it make me
feel sexy and aroused and do things and get into it… but even then, when I was into it...there's a
part of me, the main part of me which is busy with… with that act… that was...tuned in to you. Or
in tune with you. No matter what you saw or heard, part of my enjoyment was centered around
you. My physical and mental enjoyment. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, Meena but, it's important to me that you let go and you enjoy..., this makes me aroused to
feel it…To see it…" I said.
"I did, I let go. Just...I don't think like you think I did. I can't explain it. It's like...When I did it was
through you, not on my own. I never felt like you were ever only just...there... or just watching me,
like I was off on some adventure, and you were viewing it. Whenever something happened, there
was something going on between you and me in spite of anything or anyone else," Meena said,
waving her index finger back and forth between us. "And that goes for every time, when I was into
it, or letting go as you say. In a way...I could see what you did, in my head. Or I was seeing it.
I really could. I saw what you did and somehow felt what you did and heard it the way you
did and... and... And then my God it would all be confirmed when I'd see that look on your face. Do
you understand?"
"I'm starting to."
"And I like it that way. Because it means it's...mm..."
"Always us," I said.
"Yesss...that is it, exactly...", she said.
"Okay."
"I let go baby... Okay?"
"Okay Meena."
To be continued…
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