[Salir]

Dear friends, 


after a somewhat longer conversation with my life diamond, we agreed that from time to time, 
when the course of the story requires it and I and my feelings could not necessarily be 
described by the author, I will add what I think is important, but only as far as me, Nadir, 
is concerned and perhaps Meena may have no idea about it, whether my actions or my thoughts.

That means you won't get rid of me completely! 

I read her writing anyway before she upload it, and if it is necessary and the story needs adjustment, 
I will get back to you here, but as I said just to complete the narrate and not to change the course…

Enjoy,
Salir/Nadir

P.S.: I hope she had the first new update for you, today or tomorrow, I am curious, I think you too  

[Salir]

Meena Narrates: To be a good girl… (1) 

As Meena woke up, she didn’t see Nadir but a paper on her nightstand, written on it: ‘I'm 

leaving for hospital at 7:15, there are some accident injuries. I'll probably be late, love you, 

kiss,’.

Meena looked at the clock, it was 9:30 o'clock. Too late, she said quietly and stood up. 

She thought she had no time and should make breakfast for the two guests. But when she 

was in the living room in the basement, she saw no sign of life from either of them. They 

weren't in the guest house either. Then in the kitchen she found a note.

'We're leaving, we noticed that Nadir is lgoing away, and we assume that you're sleeping, I have 

to meet someone and Tahir also has plans to do and must drive away. Thanks for everything, we'll stay in 

touch, PS: you're great! Kisses, Farzan,'

Meena told herself, ‘It’s a beautiful day today, nobody wants anything from me and everyone 

is talking to me per mail!’

She took first her breakfast, then tidied up the guest house and kitchen, and finally did her 

gymnastics and fitness program.


After showering, when she wanted to eat an apple as lunch in the living room, she noticed 

that there is a message on her phone. Obviously, it was sent when she was in bathroom. It 

was from Tahir: ‘'Hello lady, I'm not so ungrateful and rude, I'll stop by for a coffee at 3 o'clock 

before I leave, I have to do something in town, say hello to your husband, Tahir'

Meena was a little worried. She didn't know what to do. Should she write back that she is not 

at home? But then she thought that Tahir should know that Nadir could be at home or could come 

back at any moment.


Meena was busy with thoughts when Nadir called and asked if everything was okay. She 

knew that Nadir would be worried about what would happen next between her and the 

two old men. She told him about the two guests, that they had left before she woke up, but 

she had a SMS from Tahir recently that said he wants to come for s coffee later. Then she 

asked him what should she do?

Nadir replied, "You don't have to do anything. You wait until he comes, then you see what 

takes place and behave as you always do. He's only coming to drink a coffee, but if 

something happens, it's no problem for me and you can behave as you wish. And Tahir is a 

friend and not a violent person, especially not an asshole like Saleh! back then!" and he laughed.

Meena was now reassured. On the one hand, Tahir didn't know when Nadir would be back, 

and on the other hand, her husband was informed. She just told Nadir that, to calm her, 

he should please call at around 3:30 p.m. to say that he would be there soon. She wants to 

be sure.


Meena deliberately changed her shorts for a long pants and put on a shirt from Nadir that 

was big and loose.


At 3:30 pm Tahir was there. He came in and first kissed her on the cheeks. Apparently, he 

wanted to kiss Meena on the lips but she pulled her face away. 

Meena obviously appeared kind of uncomfortable while led him to living room.

Tahir sat down on a chair and spoke, “I wanted just to come and ask if I or we did something 

wrong, something that you didn’t agree with,”.

Meena was surprised, “No… No, why I was…why do you ask?”.

Tahir said calmly, “Because you didn’t come downstairs to me in the morning, although you 

had promised, I was there and waited for you.”

Meena looked a bit confused and then she said, “Oh… Sorry, I was very tired, and overslept, 

I am so sorry,”

"Oh. Did we exaggerate? Sorry, but I thought you wanted it, to be honest we both thought, 

you showed that you were having a lot of fun.”

“Oh, no, I mean yes it was … It was…”, Meena was obviously muddled. 

Then Tahir got up and move to the couch on, where she sat.

“I must say baby, I was very disappointed here waiting and waiting…”,

"So, you still haven't told me when Nadir is back, have we got enough time for us?" he asked, 

smirking. 

Meena had an incredulous expression on her face and Tahir saw this. She replied, "I must 

say I don’t know exactly, but every minute he can arrive,"

“I know what you like Meena, such a beautiful girl like you…”

Meena blushed and looked at his eyes and said nothing. One could tell she was repulsed by 

his speech.

"Come on, you've known me for long now. I am straight, you know. It's just the way I was 

raised to be very blunt in such conditions. You should take it as a compliment.",

", but if you tell me to leave, I leave, do you want me to go away? You know it, we had so much 

fun yesterday and in ranch... I know what you want girl... now I know your hot body and its 

desires, exactly,".

Meena didn’t look at him but looked the other way as if she was afraid he can read her 

thoughts, while Tahir's eyes roamed her body.

Tahir awkwardly stood there while scratching his head, "Didn't mean no harm. Seeing such a 

beautiful woman like yourself, and thinking about last evening… Wow... I can’t keep 

back…"

Meena didn’t answer yet, she was in her thoughts.

Standing right next to her, Tahir edged closer before rubbing his back hand on the side of her 

nearby shoulder and arm, "Your beauty is perfect for a woman, you didn’t answer my 

question, should I go away and never come back? You don’t want me to stay?"

Maybe due to the nonthreatening gesture of using his back hand, Meena didn't flinch away 

and said in an annoyed voice, "Thank you Tahir for your compliment but I … I…”

“You don’t like me? Should I leave?” He insisted provocatively,

Meena said, “It is just because of my husband. I enjoyed our time together, really, I can’t 

deny it but … No…. I don’t want you go away…"

"Okay, but do you like me a bit? Just a small bit?", Tahir continued and smiled.

"Ye...Yes…" Meena awkwardly answered.

She was feeling many emotions; one could see it on her face.

Tahir surprisingly was smooth. He sat down on the couch next to her and gently grabbed 

Meena’s hand and brought it down to his thigh. 

Meena looked into his eyes to see if she was dreaming, she was thinking of the time in the 

farm and the last evening. In fact, she was already in an arousing state, if she wanted to be 

honest.

"I bet this look would turn on any man. Especially an old love hungry man like me,”. he 

pressed her hand on his thigh.

Meena started to feel flustered and wasn't sure how to stop him. She was not at all sure if 

she wanted to stop him.

Tahir continued rubbing his hand on hers. Slowly he took his hand and put it on her  

thigh. He was feeling her luscious legs through the thin pants fabric.

He whispers, " I don't want to hurt you but if you allow me to be honest, I have to say 

something. When I saw you for the first time, in Jalal’s villa, I sensed that you are a hot girl 

waiting to be unleashed. And you showed me in the best way, that I was right…"

He started kissing her neck.

That snapped Meena back to reality. Whimpering in her unwillingness she tried pushing him
 
away, "No! we shouldn't be doing this, not now...".

Tahir was surprised, “What do you mean girl, not now? We had had more than this, much
 
more… Why not now?”.

At this moment, her cell phone rang. She picked it up quickly. 'Hi, yes baby, okay I am 

waiting,'

Then she turned to Tahir and said, "Nadir is coming back, he will be here soon,"

Tahir smiled and said, " is OK, I'm wait for him too, can I have a coffee."

Meena pondered for a few moments, then told him, “Okay, I make a coffee,” And left for 

Kitchen.

She knew that it could take hours till Nadir is there. She didn’t know how to manage the 

Situation until then. 

What to do... Yes, Meena knew into her subconscious that she was already horny for this 

man; some hours ago, they had an incredible and for her a highly filling and satisfying sex. 

She knew herself; she knew since Mansour that she has a weakness that she had not known 

about before when it comes to men who are older, who do not necessarily look pretty and 

modern, who are tall and even misshapen, and, above all, who exude a certain dominance, 

who take what they want and see a woman as "female" and prefer the women who are really 

feminine, especially in bed. And she knew that Tahir was such one. Perhaps more than 

Mansour and certainly more than Jalal, who was more romantic and wanted her as a life 

partner or his wife.

Now she has an inner conflict. She was sexually excited; she remembered that Nadir had 

already, in their last discussions, given her permission to meet any male person her choice, 

but only under one condition: he had to be informed and know about that meeting and later 

she should tell him everything about what happened and how the meeting went, in all detail. 

Now, before that, when he was on the phone, he had no objections to getting closer and 

being more intimate with the old farmer.

Nadir was sure that no love affair would develop between Meena and the old man, only 

perhaps a wild sexual relationship at most. So, there was no danger to his love and life, and 

on the other hand, this could also be a new, more interesting chapter or variation of his 

exciting sex games.

But now, here without Nadir for first time…  She has been pounded by Tahir and even by his
 
friend, Farzan, but then Nadir was there, and she believed that she was only doing this for 

his satisfaction. but was that really so? Or she didn’t want to give in and admit that she, 

personally wanted to have sex with this old man. 

Paradoxically, the more she thought about her conscious problem, it added to her arousal.

Meena sensed, the more she thought about how wrong this all felt, the more wet she 

became.

When she came back and put the coffee cups on the table, she sat down next to him again, 

in her previous place. Tahir took that positive and as an invitation and began to kiss her 

neck again while she tried twisting and pushing him away. But after fighting with him for a few 

minutes, she finally relented. 

This was what her body wanted her to do, to let him kiss her.

Meena decided at that moment to do the most she could do, without to be regretful then, 

just let him to flirt a bit and maybe even make out with this non-giving old man and not more, 

until he gives up or Nadir appears.

She slowly relaxed her arms giving Tahir easier access to kiss her neck and chest. 

All the while his hand felt up her soft thighs just over her pants. 

Meena reluctantly leaned against him, looking down at his hand on her leg while letting him 

licking and sucking her neck making her whole body shiver. 

This old man was having his way with her and her body started to enjoy it even though she 

didn't, she thought and trembled.

She thought about Nadir, he would certainly have enjoyed that, if he were there. In their 

marriage over the years, Nadir was never as aroused as during such encounters. 

In the situation when someone else needed her, took her and wanted to possess her, he 

reached an incredibly satisfying climax. Unsure of how far Meena would let it go, he was
 
already content for what she had done. And she did everything he wanted and wished, for
 
him. At first it was extremely naughty and unlike her which drove her Nadir’s lust through the 

roof. 

Then she thought about herself and her own discovered full enjoyment to play along with his
 
crazy, morally and socially not so accepted games. At first, she was shocked how delightful 

and exciting and pleasant she found them, even if she didn’t admit that and tried not to show 

how she was delighted by those games and enjoyed them. Now, she didn't want to hurt Tahir. 

She knew that she would really like to meet him again. 

Some years ago, she couldn't imagine that someone like Tahir would seduce her like this.

At that moment the phone rang again, but this time it was a landline phone. Meena quickly 

got up and went to the phone, which was on a table next to the stairs.

Her mother was on the phone and Meena talked to her for a long time. Her mother was not 

feeling well with her heart and needed Meena's advice and perhaps wanted to talk to Nadir 

as well. When their conversation lasted a little longer, probably intentionally on Meena's part, 

Tahir got up and went to the bathroom and when he came back, he took his coat. Meena 

paused briefly while on the phone and looked at him questioningly but before she said 

anything, Tahir said, "Unfortunately I have to leave, I want to be in the ranch before dark. 

say hello to your husband, we'll talk later." And moved to door. 

Meena said to her mother to wait a minute and stopped speaking on the phone. She accompanied Tahir 

to the front door of garden and apologized that it had taken so long to make the phone call 

and told him about the sickness of her mother. 

Meena added that she will contact him to arrange some meeting. She then demonstratively 

hugged him tightly for a longer time and kissed him briefly on the cheeks. It was not her intention 

to hurt Tahir. She knew that she would really like to meet him again.

To be continued

[Salir]

The second part of chapter, -To be a good girl...(2)-  is already written and will be presented in some hours 

Enjoy,
M.
 

[Salir]

...................One thing that I do not know how I feel is deviation from reality...why is it necessary? All this while we have read true events and how it changed the course of life of the couple but reality mixed with fantasy could muddle waters. The guessing game will begin on whether if really Meena did this or did not do that...and would distract us from the true happenings so I am not sure how to feel about this one aspect.

~RCF

Thank you RCF,

Why do I say that I give no "guarantee" that what is written here corresponds 100% to reality? 

Very simple! Because there are PREJUDICES that I want to avoid, I don't have the nerves for it and no patience, and I don't want to experience certain things again that we were confronted with by reading (more often via private email!) at the past, then I say that it is a fictional story, then everyone accepts it! It's crazy, right? Yes, it is a crazy world...

As a loyal, very intelligent reader who has been watching me and my movements the whole time in the course of the true narrate, you almost certainly know how I act, how I think and how I talk. If you think and you can imagine that Meena could have done this special activity, or thoughts or speaking or..., or that it suits her, then it is so, that means she did it, thought it, said it... I can't say more than that!


Have a nice time,
Meena

[Salir]

 

Meena Narrates: To be a good girl… (2) 

Later, when Nadir tired arrived home from job, his first question was about Tahir’s visit and if
 
something special had happened.
 
Meena told him briefly what was going on. Nadir didn't say much but again stressed that he
 
wouldn't be disappointed or angry if she had wanted to start something with Tahir, no matter
 
how far and intense. Nadir told her that for him, Tahir as her lover for her, is okay and
 
stressed that only she has to describe to him exactly how it was between the two of them
 
afterwards.
 
 
The next day was Monday and Meena as always had much to do. Her new responsibility
 
required her complete and full commitment especially the first days. And the next week was a
 
very busy week.
 
 
On Wednesday, afternoon as she had a cup of coffee in her room, her new secretary
 
reported a young visitor for her via the office pager. Meena asked for his name and the
 
secretary replied that he had identified himself as Mr. Cyrus Noori.
 
Meena was very surprised and told the secretary to send him in.
 
Cyrus was very respectful this time. He apologized again for the recent incident in her home

and said that he understood her and that she wanted to punish him. But now he came to
 
personally congratulate her on her career advancement and also brought his father's
 
congratulations.
 
Then he smiled and added, "He was a bit hurt that that he was not informed directly by you
 
but by me."
 
Meena spoke, "It's not really important thing, it is just a new job with more responsibility, but if
 
you talk to him, excuse me. And how did you find out?".
 
Cyrus replied, "Just yesterday evening Uncle Tahir told me."
 
Meena was a little surprised, "Was he with you? Because he was with us yesterday
 
afternoon and then wanted to go home... Is he okay?".
 
"Yes, he is okay, actually it was planned that he would only go home on Wednesday. He still
 
has a lot to do here, he said, especially with the Asian family. And he's been with me since
 
yesterday evening. He didn't want to stay with Farzan."
 
That was kind of strange for Meena. Is Tahir hurt or insulted by me because of yesterday?
 
Otherwise, why would he have lied and said he was going home? Why didn't he want to stay
 
with Farzan? What was going on between the two of them? Is she to blame for everything?
 
She said, "Cyrus, can you tell him to call me, he has my number, and we need to discuss his
 
invitation this weekend." She didn't want Cyrus becomes sceptical about what is going on
 
that she wants to talk to Tahir.
 
He said, “Is okay I tell him, but promise me that you visit me too, when you are in his farm,”.
 
While he was talking, a message came from outside, 'Professor, Dr. Kharraz is here.'
 
Meena replied, 'He should come in, please.' Then she turned to cyrus, smiled and said, “I
 
Promise to visit you in your farm hause, now I have to go on, I'm sorry,".
 
Cyrus answered, "Sure, see you then, but like I said, if you need anything or you need  
 
somebody to do something for you, anything, just call me," and then he said goodbye.
 
Meanwhile, Hamed was already inside and was watching Cyrus curiously from top to bottom.
 
When Cyrus left, he smiled and said, "Meena, what do I see? You have such attractive young
 
men visitors, I became jealous! “ and winked.
 
Meena blushed a little and said, "Oh... He… He's unfortunately only the son of a friend!",
 
then laughed and continued, "What can I do for you, dear Hamed? What is on your mind?".
 
Hamed replied, "I have a lot in my heart, but when I see you, I forget everything!", and
 
laughed and added, "But you will make me happy if you come to dinner to me on Friday.
 
We are going to celebrate with some friends and colleagues my return and also my new
 
position as vice director of faculty."
 
Meena smiled and replied, "I do it with pleasure for my deputy!"

***
 
Later, when she and Nadir were both home, she immediately told about Cyrus and her
 
conversation with him.

Nadir said, "Oh, I think you hurt someone. You must now try to get it out of his heart”, then he
 
smiled and winked, “, “you have to win his heart back, you know you can do that very well, I
 
assume, I'm with you no matter how you do it,", he taunted, again with a wink and laughed.
 
 Meena laughed, slapped his shoulder lightly with the back of her hand and said, "Stop it, you
 
nasty mister, I just hope he calls."
 
Nadir became serious and said, "If you want, but only if you want and believe, then you can
 
invite him to dinner tomorrow evening."
 
"You mean in a restaurant together?" Meena asked.
 
Nadir answered bored and shaking his head, "No, you silly, you cook for him at home. I'll be
 
in the operating room until late tomorrow evening anyway.".
 
Meena looked thoughtful for a moment but then said, "Okay, if you think so..."
 
yes, I mean. Please, he is disappointed now and doesn't know what is going on. He probably
 
doesn't understand what you want from him, pulling with one hand and pushing away with
 
your foot..."
 
Meena said, "Yes, you are right. He doesn't understand the world anymore, of course. I know
 
 and I understand that, but I couldn't do it without your presence...".
 
"Look, my baby, either you have to tell him how our game went, with me behind the door and
 
 cameras. That means that you admit that what you did was only because of me. Then he will
 
surely be insulted and break off his contact, as I know him. He is not Jalal... Or apologize in
 
another way and in the way you know best, you make up for it compensate your mistake and
 
win his heart. It is your choice and decision, I can only say I am with you and you do not have
 
to wait for my presence, do what you have to do and what you think is right and above all
 
what you want and what you feel about him.
 
I trust you and I do not want to lose his friendship either. Now I am very tired and hungry and
 
need to eat and sleep, I am sure you too, baby.”
 
 
After dinner, before going to bed, Nadir went to his study. While she was tidying up the
 
kitchen, Meena was wondering what she should do.
 
How should she react when Tahir calls? Now it wasn't Nadir and his reaction that was her
 
problem, but her behaviour towards this old lumberjack. She likes him as a man and he
 
seemed very interested in her, but how far should she let him go and give herself to him?
 
He was a rather dominant type and as she knew him, now if she asked him for forgiveness,
 
he would want the whole thing, she thought... Her problem was that she wasn't sure if she
 
wanted that and could do that far...
 
She was still busy with thoughts when she sat down briefly in the living room, then the phone
 
rang.

Tahir: Hi, Meena, everything okay?
 
Meena: Hi Tahir, for us yes, but for you too? I was worried, you said you are leaving for
 
ranch, but then…
 
Tahir: Yes, that was my intention, then I thought about it... everything else is fine. Cyrus said
 
you're coming to farm at the weekend? Have I invited you yet?
 
Meena: No…No, I wanted to speak to you but so that he doesn't get suspicious, what could it
 
Be and why, then I said something like that about farm...
 
Tahir: Okay, but you can come to me at weekend. Now I do officially invite you. I mean
 
certainly, if you like.
 
Meena: Okay, we speak about it… Now, I wanted to apologize about yesterday. I… I... was
 
afraid that my husband can arrive any moment…
 
Tahir: Look, Meena, listen... I don't want to push you... I admit, I was disappointed... After we
 
 got so close and the happenings of the night before yesterday... I was completely gone and
 
didn't know what was wrong with you. You don't need to apologize; I respect your decision
 
and I won't contact you spontaneously or expect anything... I'm not a pusher, if you don't
 
want to, then we let it be. And about your husband, I have to say, after the first time in ranch,
 
in bad weather day, when Farzan and I made an approach, your husband was there too and
 
he didn't react and was not upset, so that's not an argument for me, sorry...
 
Meena: Tahir, let me explain. That day in ranch if it had progressed further, he would have
 
definitely come forward and said something. Apart from that, I want to make it up to you... I... I...
 
Tahir: You want to meet me! Right?
 
Meena laughed and didn’t know how to answer. She was surprised by Tahir's directness.
 
Tahir: Lady, Mrs. Director, Professor, You must know what you want, without wandering
 
around, be honest with yourself and therefore with me too. Talk to me and reply.
 
Meena (quietly): Right!
 
Tahir: What?
 
Meena: I want…

Tahir: What? Do you want to see me?
 
Meena (quietly): Yes…
 
Tahir: Say it.
 
Meena: Yes, I want to see you...

 
Tahir: Then I accept you apologize.
 
Meena: Thank you, Tahir,… Do you like to come here, tomorrow? I am alone…
 
Tahir: Does it make you happy?
 
Meena: Yes, it does… It makes me happy if you come…
 
Tahir: Okay… I accept our invitation. at what time?
 
Meena: after 3 pm I am home.
 
Tahir: Just one thing, please no pants, I like you in skirt.
 
Meena: Okay, I promise…

To be continued

[Salir]

A person is like a fruit -metaphorically understood-, composed of outer skin and the core , Soft shell, but hard core or vice vicera: hard shell and soft core,

I know Tahir now for years (about 12 or 13 years).

I understand your disappointment about his character and behaviour in relation to Meena, but he is one of few people that I trust! He has aan inner, deep-seated quality that no one can change, according to what I know about him, a quality that is very, very rare to come across these days: HE IS 100% TRUSTWORTHY as a friend, on top of that he has a very soft heart and he is very loyal to his surrounding people and friends... He is sociable and friendly to others; even understanding,
He seems stubborn and dismissive; but is very sensitive and generally can be compassionate.
Yes, he is not prepared to change his high principles, convictions and (rarely pre-) judgments by even a millimetre. But deep in his psyche, he is insecure and tries to cover up his inner insecurity with intolerance and so-called know-it-all attitudes. That’s why people find him unpleasant…

Of the people we have met over the years - not only in relation to the subject of this narrate here, but in general - he is the most trustworthy and generous of all. For me personally, he is several classes above Mansour and the like. 
His greatest advantage over others is that he is honest and is one inside and out. 
He has a hard shell, but soft core…
 
Regarding the matter of his expectation in the last chapter, as to why Meena did not go to him in the morning, it must be said (Meena confirms this, perhaps it was also written about in the chapter briefly), Meena had promised to go to him, and he is one of those who takes promises seriously and if someone does not keep his promises, then he or she has to pay for it, quite simply and (for him) logically.

His behaviour and what he says and demands (even if he seems dominating and arrogant) is rather ironic and acting, in relation to and under the influence of circumstances and the topic at hand at the moment, here an old, big, strong farmer against a delicate, pretty and vulnerable young woman! Even after the second meeting with him (Jalal's farewell party) Meena saw him like that and her assessment was correct!

And because of these all, we have still a "close and friendly" contact to him. I like him very much, Meena too!!!



Have a nice time,
Salir/Nadir

[Salir]

you are right my friend, 100 percent... In the narrative, Tahir's personality is only revealed in relation to the current course and the story, and nothing else is possible or necessary for the story course, that was over 13 years ago and we only knew him for a few weeks, a few months at most... We should write it the way we saw and felt back then, how everything went on the surface, and we did it so...Meanwhile I saw other qualities, independent of this narrative and story about sex and the like...

He sacrificed his existence and even his life at least once for us, me and Meena... Which not even my brother would have done for me... It was about finding a document that had been lost and we, from here, from a foreign country, couldn't achieve anything... He personally drove overnight to a very far city in the country, 1200 kilometers away, dealt with government security officer, and system representatives, spent a lot of money and finally got out the document that was very important to us... and all that even though nobody, not me or Meena asked him and expected him to do it, he just heard that we had a problem,... To sacrifice time, energy, money and more important, putting himself in danger is something that even the people closest to you don't dare to approach... That could be Tahir and he did it, not for anything in return but only because, as he simply afterwards said, "that was not important... that's what friends are for..."... these were his words at the time and never mentioned it again...
Tha’s why I am a bit emotional and try to defend him… Apart from that, I appreciate your opinion regarding the current state and course of the story and honestly I find it very nice and I am proud, as I mentioned earlier, that the narration evokes emotions, that speaks for us, the authors, and it shows that we are not bad at what we do...

Liebe Grüße,
Salir

[Salir]

A few thoughts I would like to get off my chest include that with each new chapter I have developed a certain 
dislike for the character of Tahir, he is degenerating into a manipulative, pushy con man in my eyes.

I do not think he is a conman but he is definitely pushy and thinks he deserves her time in abundance and Meena should be his beckon call. Its good that Meena set him right the very first time that she is not comfortable but yet we see she gave in last min that she will make up to him...so we have to see in future how Meena will handle his requests.

Tahir uses them very well .....

Yes his blunt nature and his immaturity is shown in latest episode. Maybe he never could get a chance with fine woman like Meena before and this fact that he can now spend time with some one who is miles out of his league could be forcing him to be aggressive and making him frustrated.


~RCF

For me personally, if I were to look at the story from the outside, and in retrospect, Tahir is the most interesting of the male characters
 described here... Why? It seems that Tahir is slowly changing over time and showing himself to be different, a rather disgusting type... 

The simplest and most logical explanation would be that he differentiates between times of pure friendship and the moments when he is considered as a male sexual partner for a woman ... 

He will adapt to his role like an actor... He is incredibly clever, he recognized Meena's inclinations and erotic/sensual desires very quickly and soon ("I know what you like girl...", "I know what you want girl... now I know your hot body and its desires, exactly," 

He is the only one who understood the game straight away and adapted... hard shell, soft inside... 

It seems that I, as the narrator, have failed to convey this reality so far in the course of the story, but since I am in the phase of the events where we are, we, I and Meena, have not yet understood and noticed it (in this phase, yet), so I could not go out of course and explain it... But now, after reading comments, I don't want to develop too many negative feelings and emotions towards him, because I personally like him a lot and find him suitable. Perhaps there comes still a time for our new author to bring this to maturity and surface...

Enjoy,
Salir/Nadir

[Salir]

Wow, fantastic!!!
By the way, Tahir doesn’t seem like someone who is easily satiated.
let’s see if meena truly quenches his hunger or just fuels his appetite even more.

 We'll see...

[Salir]

I understood that hence my criticism was limited, ......   hence maybe Lollo was also against him as well. I felt he got little too comfortable with Meena than necessary when he was kissing and licking her neck..She was clearly trying to avoid the touch and situation. 

Maybe he is still in that insatiable state when it comes to Meena as he just had his best times with her and its still frsh in his memory so he couldn't resist her. I some how feel next encounter is going to be too spicy...hope he gets alone time with her with out Farzan in it.

~RCF

Our old friend, Lolo (old not by his age but in relation to the time that we know each other!) has a special grace and mercy about us... 
I understand his position... 
Especially every time when he feels some aggressiveness, verbal or perhaps more, towards my Meena, then he reacts and I find this very nice from him, and I thank him and then I try to explain the matter as explainable as possible... 

For us, all of this is a part of the past, and when I (or Meena) speak and narrate here about this past, it's always with a certain distance, but for Lolo (and also for you or anyone who is carefully interested in us and our story), it's new, it occurs now and it's clear that emotions are coming up...

As always thank you for your precise comment...


Best wishes,
Nadir/Salir

[Salir]

Meena speaking:

My dears, 
I'm travelling until next Wednesday, I'm visiting my sister and family in Switzerland, 
so the continuation will have to wait, maybe I can update the weekend after next, I hope...
But then a longer one, agreed?

Kiss you all,
 M.

[Salir]

Hi Lolo,

Unfortunately, Meena's trip is a surprise trip to Zurich where her younger sister works as a neuroscientist at the university. 
Her mother, who has been living there for months, unfortunately experienced an acute outbreak of her chronic illness. 
Now Meena is accompanied by our son, who has been living in the USA for three years and is a doctor. 
He happened to be visiting us and could accompany Meena. 
Unfortunately, due to my responsibilities, I was unable to do that, and I'm glad he was there because Meena needs emotional 
support at this moment. 

I hope that the mother will soon be well again and then Meena can fly back with peace of mind.

Best wishes,
Salir

[Salir]

OMG, that's unfortunate. Praying for your family and hoping Meena's mother recovers well soon.

~RCF

Thank you my friend.

[Salir]

Dear Friend,

my prayers are with Meena's mum, your mother-in-law. I wish her a speedy recovery...


That your son has managed to come here to Europe from overseas and join Meena on this special 
- Women's Day - must be a joy and relief for her at this difficult time.

I take this as an opportunity to congratulate Meena and all the women of the Blue Planet on their
‘Women's Day’...


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

Thank you my friend,

I spoke to Meena on the phone today, mom is doing better but is still in intensive care.

Our son is flying home today to New Haven, USA. He is 28 and is an assistant doctor in vascular surgery. 
So my specialty too! (Just for your information, he is not our biological son, as you know Meena can't have children. 
He is the son of Meena's uncle Mansour, who you know. His name, Ali (not his real name!), also comes up a few times in the story.
We, actually Meena adopted him back then since he moved in with us at 17, we consider him and feel like our son).

I wish you and all our reader a beautiful beginning of spring

Salir

[Salir]

for her who has traveled...

 
Today is Tuesday, March 11, 2025: Meena is not here, I am here, but all alone, she is a few hundred or a thousand? kilometers away, tomorrow she will come back, I hope, but even a day is too late… I miss her and I desire her… And I dream of her:
 
It's dark in the bedroom. The window is slightly open, mostly because we're panting and racked by our foreplay, which has us both sweating with the joyful effort.

Our lips have already touched over 100,000 times, but today, probably only 100 seconds from the moment we woke up together,
my lips were on your neck, seconds after I realized it wasn't a dream, that you were here and I could have you. You laugh, that deep, throaty laugh with a husky voice that tells me you're aroused and it's only a matter of time before I can put my hands on your body again.

We get up, get dressed for the day, me in jeans and a polo shirt, you in a small, thin summer dress with spaghetti straps, we make coffee and breakfast, your head on my neck and chest while we feed each other.

We clear the table together, my hands grabbing, pulling, massaging, and sometimes being very cheeky, exploring and caressing your sensual places, the places where I'm still learning how much you like my hands.

Your deep, husky laughter connects with my smile and your playful smacks; my determination to have you back before you leave my sight is a clear and present feeling.

The dishes are in the sink, and my hands wrap around your body, grabbing you and pulling you closer to me.

My desire for you is palpable as I lift you onto the counter, step between your legs, and pull your body so close and tight to mine that I can feel your warmth emanating from your very being.

Not long after, our tongues are tangled and dancing, exchanging caresses, your perfume on my skin, the scent of my musk in your nose.
Your clothes lie in a heap on the floor, your sundress and then your thin black thong slipping from your body as my hands and fingers clawed at the source of my desire.

My clothes lie in a long line down the hall and across the room, the bed on the other side of the door, a testament to all the places along the way where we paused as you ripped another piece of clothing from me.

My hands are rough and weathered, so capable, and now on your naked body.

Your body is beautiful and soft, firm and supple, the object of my intense attention and interest.

No detail escapes me, from your freckles to your tattoos to your elongated labia and the way they drip your juices in anticipation of my touch and attention.
Your skin is white, your hair brunette, and my hands are tanned and browned from the sun and work, contrasting beautifully with your skin in the morning light. Your tattoos stand out against your skin, as do your nipples and labia. Your nipple studs add a third contrast, your dark areolas and pert nipples glistening in the glitter of the diamond studs.

My hands glide over your skin, my fingertips gently pressing and pulling along your neck, chest, breasts, stomach, arms, hands, thighs, calves, feet and ass, all succumbing to my touch.

My body is rigid, firm, yearning, yours is supple, soft, yearning.I need you, I need to feel you, I need to taste you. I need you to know how much I need you, I must show you how much I want you.

My lips chase my fingers, tracing your erogenous zones, like your neck, your ears, your breasts and nipples, the inner sides of your thighs, the intersection of your thighs and torso, the fullness of your ass, your lower back, but I never touch or taste your being. My goal is for you to feel my rod as your first touch, for you to come only over my manhood.

I lean over you, my phallus stiff and throbbing with my arousal. You can feel my heat and fullness pressing against you, and your body automatically twists and turns to absorb my form into your own.

My arms and chest tense, the tendons and muscles rippling and dancing as I lift you up, pulling us together, trying to hold back, afraid of the desire I feel for you as our bodies automatically begin to join.

Standing upright with your body in my arms, I turn your body toward mine, and you wrap your legs around my torso, presenting your plump pussy to my rock-hard cock, moaning as I slide into you with ease, your wetness and precum mixing into the perfect lubricant.
 
Your mouth forms a perfect "O" and your eyes roll back as you shudder with pleasure as my girth exceeds your limits and you orgasm before I enter you completely.
 
I'm too close, I won't last long, energized by our time just moments before, the taste of your body on my tongue and lips, and our combined love sounds a melody of ecstasy, the feeling of your being gripping my cock as I thrust into you, it's too much for me to hold back.
You clench your tunnel as I near the end of my thrust, making me roar loudly as I empty myself inside you, and you begin to twitch again as your body reacts to the pulsing and the feeling of me gushing my cum into you.

You scream as I pull you tighter, my shoulders burning from holding you tight, my chest coated in sweat as I begin to pump your body back and forth on me.

Your walls milk my cum from inside me, giving me everything as I pump full thrusts in and out of you. Every time I push into you, little stars of pleasure blur your vision, and my pelvic floor muscles clench again, expelling another spurt of my cum into your soaking wet pussy.
Your moans subside as the sound of my cock sliding in and out of your pussy, saturated with the evidence of our lovemaking, consumes us.
Before I soften, I pull back, feeling your body twitch, and hearing you whimper softly as the breath of my helmet brushes your G-spot as I slide out of your tunnel.

Exhausted and satisfied, I collapse beside you, tenderly kissing your lips and face, running my hands through your hair, watching and listening to you fall asleep, your face relaxed and content, my hands gliding over your body, my hands brown and weathered, your body white and beautiful, as I think about what we'll do when you wake up from your nap...
 
Come back soon, before tomorrow sun rises …

Nadir, 10:25 pm, 11.02.2025

[Salir]

Towards the end of the story: 

* The Count of Monte Cristo * 
Edmond Dantes says to his great love Mercedes: 

"Madam,’ said the Count, ’it is no longer in my power to bring you happiness, but I offer you consolation’"

Unlike Edmond and Mercedes, who were not rewarded by the Chick Number and found neither solace nor
happiness, the Chick Number brought you two together years ago to experience happiness together in
the long run and to find solace together in lonely times like these.

Therefore, my dear friend, the temporary physical boundaries and distances are of temporary duration,
they will never have the power to separate two loving hearts, ‘you’ from each other.

Reunion is closer than the next breath ...


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

Thank you my friend,

My angel appeared this afternoon and brought sunshine and light...

Have a wonderful time and best wishes,
Salir

[Salir]

I'd like to answer a question from an interested reader who emailed me. 

Perhaps this topic might interest other readers as well:

The question was, is my new avatar a picture of her, Meena?

The answer: Yes, that's Meena, photographed by me on a trip to Sicily (on the beach at Punta Secca)

 just before the coronavirus outbreak 

(September 2019). She was 39 at that time.

Salir/Nadir

[Salir]

Wonderful! How is Meena's mom doing now? Did she recover?

Story can wait, I do not think asking for update at this time is correct. So please take time and take care of your mother.

~RCF

Thanks for asking,
Mum is at home!
She gave us a fright!
She has a kind heart, but at the same time it seems strong! And she resisted the angel of death. 
We're all incredibly happy.

I missed Nadir while I was away, but now I can finally hold my little child, the poet, in my arms. 
It was not a long separation and I have to think about whether I'll do it again when he writes such 
passionate, exciting, and inspiring things for me...:) 

Meena  

[Salir]

Well, someone’s heart is finally at peace now that his sweetheart is back where she belongs!

Thank you Ricah,

Yes, I came back to where I belong, into his heart... 

but I think I wasn't away from his heart when I read his writings during my trip...

Have a nice time...

Meena

[Salir]

I had to work intensively in my jab the last two days. 

The reason was my spontaneous and unannounced vacation because of my mother.

Now, I plan to continue the narrate over the weekend and hope to update by Sunday.


Kiss you all,


Meena