[Salir]

Friends,

Unfortunately my lovely half, had no time to finish a new update and she promises 

to do it tomorrow,

I'm curious and eagerly awaiting what happens next, too!

Have a great time,

Salir

[Salir]

Meena Narrates: To be a good girl… (3) 

"So, this is how it's going to be? Me with him alone as long as he wants to stay, and then 

after he left, I call you, do I understand right?" Meena asked, her voice trembling. "Hopefully 

You're not going to let this, to mess around with him, harm our love and drive our marriage 

into the ground?"

Nadir shrugged, "No.  I am sure about you and him; this is only the game and not more.  But 

whatever, you've if you made up your mind, there will be no problem, not from my side, as 

long as this situation is so stable, I mean no emotional dependence such as like Jalal 

story…", “Sexual contact with another man, should be considered just as a physical contact 

between you and another one, man or woman, I mean you must consider that just physical, 

then you have no, moral restraint if you want to do this and your body wants it, then you have 

no sense of shame or conscience towards me, our love is above that, and above 

everything...”, “This contact may include kissing any form, touching, fondling, being naked 

together, hugging, genital touching and penetration with fingers or otherwise, giving and 

receiving oral sex vaginal penetration, without condoms, Off limits during sex,”. 

After this long explanation, Meena was relieved.  Many of the things he said were already 

clear and had been talked about many times, but a new emphasis and repetition would not 

have done any harm; on the contrary, it would have brought her, even more clarity to the 

matter. 

Then Nadir, looked at her and said, "You look so beautiful as always," and added, that He 

has a surprise for her, for what she is planning, for her bravery in doing this, he gives her a 

gift as a thank you and wants to always have it with her. Then he gave her, his small present. 

Meena smiled and kissed his lips. "What now, baby? You are spoiling me," she said, but 

couldn't wait to open the present.

"Oh my god, it's lovely," she sighed when she saw the small Hotwife ankle bracelet where 

the letters H & W hung from a thin silver chain.

"I thought it would be appropriate for you to wear this tomorrow, and I think it would 

go well with your new lingerie and heels, honey," Nadir said as he put in around her 

ankle.

She stood up and twirled around, letting him see her anklet…

***

On the way driving to Meena, Tahir stopped at a coffeehouse.  He was too early. While

 sipping his espresso, he was thinking about the last episodes of his meeting with Meena. 

Tahir was not yet aware of what the problem was between the two of them. She wanted it 

and then she didn't want it! He couldn't understand this back and forth, this doubt. He noticed 

at their first and second meetings that she wanted a more active, slightly dominant and 

leading partner for sex. Could it be that his assumption was wrong? Should he change the 

rules of the game? In any case, he didn't want to just give up like he usually did and leave it 

and walk away, but this time and with this Faru, he didn't want to! 

He was ready to try anything to win her back. He knew that deep down her mind and body 

she wanted him. 

From her behaviour one could only read one thing: What she showed was not absolute 

refusal but only temporary reticence.

For her current reluctance, he could imagine just two possibilities. Either her husband was 

the difficulty and the cause of her conscience problems, or his, Tahir ‘s behaviour was too 

harsh and too aggressive towards her. He decided to go, at least first, soft, gentle and 

careful. Maybe he could find out what the problem is. In a normal situation he would have 

ended the relationship immediately, but here, firstly, her behaviour was strange to him and 
secondly, she was something special and he might have later regret leaving the field too 

early.

***

Meena was about two o’clock at home. She had at least one hour to prepare herself before 

Tahir arrives. 

She took a glass of red wine and went upstairs to the bedroom to prepare.
 
She was longer naked in front of her desk, doing her makeup. Meena looked at reflection of 

her body in the mirror, the curves, her ass that looked so inviting, knowing that she was 

about to give herself to another man while Nadir was not around, for first time after her times 

with Mansour. 

"Are you sure, Meena? Do you want to be his girl? ", she said loud to herself when her eyes 

met with their reflection through the mirror and sensed that her heart began to beat a little 

faster.

She just smiled at her and put on her lipstick. She put on her thongs and bra, from her new 

lingerie set. Then she wore a romantic elegant, knee length red, gorgeous and luxurious silk 

robe with floral lace detailing at the sleeves and wrap silhouette that when moving, showed 

her thighs, with silk belt at the waist.

She could see in the mirror that there was a new element of lustfulness that radiated from 

her. 

Her outfit showed everything and nothing. The silk robe made her look elegant, and the bra 

and things under it made her look naughty.

Then at last, she put on, her Hotwife ankle bracelet…

***

Shortly after 3pm. the doorbell finally announced that Tahir had arrived. 

Meena went to the garden door and greeted Tahir like an old friend, or soon to be reinstated 

lover. They greeted each other with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

"How are you?" he said.

"Good, thanks, and welcome. We go in the living room," Meena said when they were in, she 

took his coat and hung it on the closet.

"I must ask, are you today absolutely okay with this?" He gave her a questioning look.

"Yes, I am," she started, knowing that it wasn't the whole truth, since inside she was in 

conflict once again.

Tahir watched her from top to bottom, smiled at her and said,” You look incredible, lady!” 

He sat on the sofa, and she stayed standing and asked him about a drink, he said, “Can I 

have a glass of your good red wine?”.

Meena said, “Yes, of course,” and left for Kitchen.

As she came back, she poured him and herself a glass of wine. 

Tahir sipped his wine and spoke, "I heard that you taught the brainless, arrogant Cyrus 

a lesson, good... He needs something like that sometimes..." Tahir said and laughed.

"Did he informed you about, himself?"; Meena asked incredulously.

"Yes, he actually asked me a few weeks ago if I had any idea about the close relationship 

between his father and you. I replied, firstly, you both were good friends, secondly, it should 

be like that, I don't know about it, thirdly, if so, then it's your and Jalal's business and nobody 

else's. And last but not least, I said that what interests me or him? What does it have to do 

with him anyway?". "Apparently, Jalal's servants were talking nonsense. And last night we 

talked about you and when I said that I was meeting with you, he himself admitted that you

 had punished him but didn't say exactly how.  But no matter how, well done!”, then he 

laughed.

"Thank you. But I wanted to show him that he is still too young and needs to learn how to

 deal with women and not treat everyone like hookers!".

"He's really a poor boy; he doesn’t t know to behave. He has no friends. I hope he can gather 

some friends at university now. He needs female acquaintances, and I'm afraid he'll have 

problems. "

"That's what happens when you lose your mother as a child, father can't play mother 

either. ", Meena stated.

"But he's enthusiastic about you, and even though you punished him a bit, he speaks very 

positively about you as a woman. ",” He admitted that even you were harsh to him, he 

desires to be around you and feel your kindness, I feel he liks you very much, be careful!”, 

then he giggled and added,” He hast no idea about us, and I think he doesn’t believe that 

such a beauty like you can be interested in his ugly, old, fat farmer uncle!” And laughed 

further.

"I'm still sorry, I scolded him tough, I know he is young and very inexperienced and 

misinformed. I see that as a mistake on Jalals part, he wanted to play the role of father and 

mother at the same time and didn't have time for him either,", Meena said.

Tahir stood up and approached Meena, who was still standing, and took her hand, saying,

 "Too much talk. I'm not here for him. He has to take care of his own business. We two are 

important, and we don't have forever," he murmured.

Then, first, he brought her palm to his lips and kissed, then slowly kissed her arm and neck, 

then attempted to kiss her lips. Meena was initially a little shocked by his sudden movement 

but didn’t move back. 

Tahir held then the married Meena close in his arms. He sensed her initial reluctance, to be 

frank he didn’t understand her uncertainty and doubt after their two times intimacy. 

Suddenly feeling guilty about her husband? Or afraid of him? Why? He did, however, 

appreciate the full warm curves of her body as he held her close.

With one hand around her waist he held her close, while his other gently stroked her good 

smelling dark hair, comforting her. At 187 cm he towered over the pretty married woman who

already two times, willingly used by him before.

He had some short or long affairs in his long life, but to seduce this very special and 

exceptionally attractive young woman was another story. There were so many women, 

disaffected with their life and looking for relief from the endless boring, tiring days of life, had

 been happy to join him for some time. Some of them were married women, whom their 

husbands were happy to be left to drink beer in one of the many exclusive hotel bars rather 

than join their wives in bedroom.

Many of these husbands later had to realize how foolish their negligence was when their 

loving, eventually faithful wives experienced much better sexual satisfaction, and afterwards 

could not be satisfied with their boring, mediocre men.

Meena stayed in his strong arms. At the same time Tahir thought that, today he has to begin 

a new start with her, no matter what the reason for her sudden hesitation and doubt was. 

He had to be cautious first. Nevertheless, he had no doubts how this evening was going to 

end.

He was careful that his burgeoning erection did not disillusion her. His hand rose slowly to 

gently stroke her back. Her natural reaction was to move closer to him and her full firm 

breasts pushed against him.

Meena was lucky to have full firm mounds that did not sag. Tahir appreciated his luck in 

having those mounds pressed firmly to him. 

In his youth after highcollege, he began to study, psychology and just before to finish, he 

changed to Biology and chose Behavioural biology of animals, as sub-discipline of his study. 

 The combination of these two branches of science, had served him well with animals and 

Also people. 

it was clear to him that he could use the knowledge gained to easily twist and manipulate the 

minds of people. Enhancing their concerns, preying on their fears, offering them security, 

pampering them, while at the same time scaring them and preparing them to accept the need 

to please him. But he had never tried it with someone specially not those who he liked and In 

fact, he did not have much contact with other people except his closest friends. 

„Are you often, alone, girly?“ he asked Meena, while hugging.

"Sometimes because of his job, but I am used to it,“ Meena answered quietly.

Tahir grinned as he stroked her hair and looked down at the pretty face buried on his chest.

Meena suddenly was aware that her nipples had unaccountable become erect as she 

pressed against this big old man.

To be continied...

[Salir]

Next update: Today or tomorrow!

Enjoy,
M.

[Salir]

Meena Narrates: To be a good girl… (4) 

Tahir's soul was intoxicated as he took in, the sweet freshness of Meena in his arms.

 
Washed, scented, and clean, he thought, so typical of the well brought up educted women.
 
He didn’t want to break her to submission, not really and fundamentally. No, that wasn't his
 
goal. He rather wanted to join in with her favorite game. He wanted to encourage her to do
 
that; to undergo her deep-seated tendencies over and over again, which she consciously
 
experienced with him without a bad conscience earlier. Teaching this woman her true role in
 
the playing, but not by force. He didn’t dismiss her acceptance in last episondes of their
 
being together. He regarded it as evidence of her will, and the failure of her listlessness or
 
indifference, quite the opposite…
 
"I understand you baby, no matter what you say, I want to understand you and will not do or
 
demand anything against it." he murmured into her soft dark hair. He was reacting and
 
explaining his own thoughts! Meena looked at him questioningly for a while but said nothing.
 
His hand rose from her back to gently stroke the softness of her slim white neck.
 
Meena was relieved not to be held quite so tight, though his strong masculine presence was
 
comforting. His fingers on her neck were soothing, calming, mesmerising as they drew soft
 
circles on her neck.

She was acutely aware of the stiffness of her nipples as they strained against the material of
 
her soft lacy bra. Meena was wearing lingerie she rarely wore for her husband anymore.
 
Tahir’s strong hands, had a power over her that she sought to suppress, even as tingles
 
shivered the soft skin of her neck.
 
He let her go and sat down on the sofa and asked her if he can have a glas of water. Meena
 
rushed to the kitchen and fetched water. After Meena came back, she sipped her own wine,
 
while thinking, the wine be calming, will help her regain her relaxed state.
 
Tahir drank his water and nodded her to sit on the sofa and offered her with his hand the
 
place next to him. Meena gratefully accepted and sat demurely.
 
He turned to her and noted her nibbling her lip. He would bruise those soft lips with passion
 
at one, he thougt.
 
He talked somehow seriously, while sipping his wine again, "Meena, as I told, my aim ist to
 
have some beautiful hours with you, the hours that create joy and fun for us, you and me, not
 
more. I have often said if you don't like it then tell me, and I'll leave it and forget everything.
 
If my behavior isn't right then I should know that too. Everything should be done according to
 
 your taste, I have to say quite frankly, I understand you, no matter what you wish, I’ll do it."
 
Meena looked up at him grateful for his support, as she sat close beside him on the sofa.

Tahir turned halfway to her and took her left hand in both his hands, and spoke quietly,"I have
 
 to speak to you, girly, For once, for the first and last time, a serious language. Meena, you
 
are a woman of my desire. I am so lucky and blessed to have enjoyed the taste, smell, and
 
touch of your body and skin against my own, the electricity of your lips pressed to mine when
 
you kiss me or let me kiss you and our tongues dance against each other, to feel the want
 
and urge of a unique woman like you wanting me. The times we were together, were the
 
source of my energy, after the first time, I was hoping one day you will return to me.
 
Now, in spite of all this, I am not jealous, this is really so, I don’t feel any jealousy,
 
you can go with any one you like. You, decide, Jalal, Farzan, Cyrus or anyone else whom I
 
don’t know. If you do, that is then your need, your body and soul need it, then I say, go and
 
have your fun and your Joy. I don’t possess you, nobody have the rigth to do that. ", “I don't
 
like it and I don't think it's natural to own or lock up a gazelle that I see on my property or in
 
 my forest. I'm glad that I see it and enjoy it for a short time. That's me and for me you are the
 
 pretty, unique, free gazelle in nature and I'm glad to have met you and to have spent the
 
moments with you. But tomorrow could be different, that means tomorrow you could be over
 
the mountain, but I will be happy about memories with you and of you, “.
 
There was a long silence.  Meena was thinking. Then he edged closer, looking at his eyes,
 
she also took his hands in both her hands and then brought his hands to her lips and kissed
 
them and said, "Thank you, Tahir... I am very happy that you are there, you are a real friend
 
of my, of us,"
 
She found tears moving to the surface of her eyes.  He was so different to most of the men
 
through her life.
 
His big hand rose and lightly stroked Meena's soft white arms. He cradled her into his
 
shoulder. His hand rose to cup the soft curve of her cheek. His finger lightly stroked aside the
 
salty tears. Meena snuggled closer, unresisting as his hand lifted her face.
 
Tahir was not a handsome man, more a homely unattractive one, though he was
 
unmistakeably a powerful, dominant male. At 57 years old he was 24 years older than her,
 
but the years seemed meaningless. His size and powerful appearance, his ruling behaviour,
 
his craggy looks, and casual confidence all combined to make her feel secure in his
 
presence. In many ways he reminded her of her stocky, strong-willed uncle, mansour.
 
"Oh," she gasped.
 
His lips had descended and were kissing away her tears. She smiled at this touch. His hand
 
on her cheek held her head firmly in place, as lips lightly caressed her eyes. She closed her
 
own and lay still as his lips closed over her eyes.
 
Her heart leapt. Her eyes flitted open, as he kissed her forehead, then dropped to her nose,
 
and she laughed. he grinned at her.
 
Then his lips dipped and met hers. It seemed To Meena so, if that was which was their first
 
 physical contact. Whether all of the last wild memories were just a dream.
 
Meena’s heartbeat quickened as old farmer gently kissed her lips. As the kiss became more
 
demanding, Tahir held her head effortlessly, as if he was afraid that she would try to pull
 
away.
 
But it wasn't in her heart to break herself free.
 
Meena melted into the kiss, her sweet lips responding. She had kissed other men other than
 
Nadir, many times, but now her lips were seeking out this special man’s hungrily and much
 
more passionate.
 
Tahir enjoyed the soft lips of the young married woman. He kissed Meena today, completely
 
different from previous times, now lightly, now passionately; alternating in his pattern, he held
 
her close. Then his tongue slipped out and licked along the line of those delightfully parted
 
lips.
 
At that moment Meena was a little scared, where would this lead? He was too affectionate,

she didn't want love from him, no affection that would lead to emotional bonds. There should
 
be no love or sentimental attachment, just a physical closeness and pleasure from a real
 
ruling man. Just pleasure and desire, whatever her feminine body demanded.
 
"Oh... please," Meena wanted to push him away and recover her senses. But it was like
 
pushing against solid rock. For a 57-year-old man he seemed remarkably strong. She
 
sensed the remarkable strength of him. She thought this is from years doing farm work.
 
With one hand holding her firm and still, while a second explored her soft skin, but still
 
friendly and lovingly.
 
Tahir tilted her chin, his mouth descended. With a fierce passion his tongue darted into her
 
mouth. One part of her, a strong part, suppressed feelings deep in her body now began to
 
wake up, flutter to the surface and take over the control. Her senses departed and she kissed
 
him back.
 
Meena’s eyes flashed open and looked up at Tahir as he kissed her. His eyes were locked on
 
hers. His eyes were deep, mesmerising, and powerful. She was losing herself in those eyes,
 
when she again sought to pull herself together.
 
Then one of his strong hands closed on her breast. It cupped her breast, and caressed and
 
fondled. Then his hand at her neck grasped her dark hair, and puuled down.
 
"Arghh... oh," Meena gasped as her pretty face was pulled sharply up and presented to Tahir.
 
For a moment the shock of this abrupt movement ran through her body. Meena was shocked
 
how her body reacted in this way.
 
Then his big heavy body seemed to bear down on her and her lips seemed to open
 
 automatically to receive his kiss.
 
Then his tongue met hers and her mind seemed to swirl and fly.
 
Tahir’s hand had risen and clasped her full and firm breast. He enjoyed its fullness. He loved
 
this body. Tahir’s hand had risen and clasped her full and firm breast. He enjoyed its fullness.
 
He loved this body. He thought that Meena looks after herself so well and takes care over her
 
body. His hand seemed to weigh the full breast in his hand he estimated that Meena
 
possessed firm and upright breasts, no sagging, and he delighted in it.
 
He cupped it, squeezed it, stroked it, and fondled it. His fingers found a stiffened nipple
 
through the cloth of her robe, and bra. Meena squealed into his kiss, but he did not release
 
 her mouth, or his grip on her nipple.
 
Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain. Tahir knew that very few women fully understand the
 
nature of pain, and its relationship to pleasure.
 
 
He released his grip, and she sighed into his demanding passionate kiss. He would delight in
 
teaching Meena.
 
Oh yes, he would teach her all about the pleasure of pain and pleasing a real man.
 
Even as she relaxed, he ran the palm of his hand over her nipple and felt her body tremble.
 
 He fondled her that full mound and then lightly stroked his thumb over the over-excited
 
nipple, enjoying her squirm in his arms.
 
Tahir looked at lovely panting Meena, as she lay half beneath him. Her eyes were wide as
 
she looked up at him. Those delightful now bruised lips quivering. Her chest rose and fell, her
 
breathing deep and irregular.
 
She was a delightful flower in her prime. Tahir’s hand began opening her rob. Her hands
 
reached for his. He ignored them. Her efforts were light and ineffective. Lacking the strength
 
to keep his eager hands from those firm orbs increasingly coming into view.
 
His hand pushed inside. He delighted in the sight of her lacy bra that did little to hide the
 
rounded, full mounds within. His hand swept the material aside and he took the warm firm
 
flesh into his hand.
 
Meena gasped and thrust her breast into his hand. It was as though she had no control of
 
her own body. Hot sensations radiated from that strong hand. This was not some weak man
 
struggling for a quick grope. This was a strong masterful man taking what he wanted, and
 
she struggled against the sudden urge to spread her legs.
 
Tahir stared with delight at the slightly darkened nipple that still held a touch of pinkness. He
 
delighted in the sight, and the feel of that surprisingly firm orb, which as he had guessed did
 
not sag. His head dropped, and Meena jerked beneath him as his greedy lips took that nipple
 
into his mouth, then widened further to gorge on round young woman flesh.
 
Meena jerked as his hot mouth enclosed her nipple. His lips suckled, and then he pulled her
 
nipple deeper into his mouth and she felt his teeth nibbling on the sensitive tip. Her toes
 
stretched as pleasurable sensations overwhelmed her breasts, radiating across her chest
 
and sending tingling sensations down to her curling toes.
 
"Oooooh!"
 
Tahir grinned and worked his teeth hard. He could feel her shiver and shake in response to
 
his attention to her aroused bud. His tongue curled around the erect nipple, and he was
 
delighted when her back arched, and she inadvertently pushed her breast into his mouth.
 
While his hands roamed unhindered, her supple tongue seemed to take on a life of its own
 
as it met Tahir's, darting and challenging, her eyes closed and she welcomed his demanding,
passionate kiss.
 
Her hands were automatically trying to push him away and he allowed her to push his
 
shoulders back. He released the nipple. He looked down at her. Her eyes were bright. Her
 
 neglected left breast was in clear contrast to the overexcited right breast.
 
Meena looked at him if pleading. Her hands on his shoulders seemed to be holding him at
 
bay, but she made no attempt to cover over her breasts. He grinned and lowered his head to
 
her left breast.
 
Her slim hands strained to keep him away. Meena had trouble understanding how easily he
 
ignored her straining hands as his mouth descended to her left nipple and hot wet sensations
 
wracked her nipple.
 
God! He was so strong! Meena thought and gasped as his teeth chewed on her nipple, then
 
his tongue tried to calm the excited knot. Her back arched, and she consciously tried to free
 
her breast. Her efforts were distracted by the feeling of one of his hands sliding under her rob
 
and stroking up her shapely thigh.
 
His heavy body, holding her down while his teeth, lips and tongue doing indescribably things
 
 to her excited aroused nipples, and now his hand was under her robe.
 
Meena felt it reach and find the soft bare skin of upper thigh. His hand was hot and softly
 
circling. His hand under her robe, stroking gently the soft silky skin of her thigh.
 
Tahir's hand reached higher, and she allowed' him to push her legs apart. She tensed as his
 
hand found and covered her silk clad vulva, and she jerked as they lightly stroked.
 
His hands, lips, teeth were making free with her body, despite her initial light reluctance. She
 
could not stop him, even if she wanted to.
 
To be continued…

[Salir]

I do not think anything that Nadir is requesting is beyond something that has not happened already so ... Reading this story thinking as Meena and Nadir as any other couple after reading so much of their story would be an insult, infact read them as they are and understand them as they are wishing us to understand them, I know you mean well and care for them but they are in this together so there is nothing to lose.

~RCF

What excellent and profoundly enlightening words... incredibly sharply seen , 
very precise, yet at the same time gentle and understanding... I'm overwhelmed... 

Thank you, my friend, you understood us, and that is worth a lot and deserves respect...

Salir/Nadir

[Salir]

Meena Narrates: To be a good girl… (5) 

 
A little nervous flash of thought went through her. Very rarely in her life had she ever not
 
been in control. Here on the sofa, in her own house, she knew she was not in control
 
completely. This was one of those rare situations and of all people with this old, not
 
particularly handsome man.
 
Sensations were wracking through her body. Pleasurable sensations. She gave up the last
 
reluctance, when she thought about Nadir. He wanted this, she was not betraying her
 
husband. A finger pushed aside the gusset of her panties and slipped into her wet
 
feminine centre.
 
She flushed in embarrassment as she realised just how wet she had become.
 
That Tahir should be able to discover the level of her excitement was deeply embarrassing.
 
Her hand dropped to exploring hand seeking to hold it. Tahir caught her hand by the wrist
 
and guided her hand between his own legs, and her fingers brushed the hot, hard length of
 
his exposed manhood. Her hand jerked away, she was startled by the heat and hardness of
 
his member. She had been unaware of him releasing his cock from his trousers.
 
Tahir however, retained his grip on in her hand brought it back to his aroused and excited
 
dick and big cock. At the second contact as his hand seemed to push her slim hand along its

length. Meena found her hand had grasped its thickness.
 
She was amazed at his girth every time she touched him. Today she had more time to touch
 
and feel it. The thick pulsing veins seemed to throb in her soft hand. She struggled to grasp
 
its thickness and her hands squeezed it. She realised with a sense of a certain dread that her
 
fingers could not meet when they closed around it, at least not at the base of the rod. It was
 
too thick, and astonished that she had that thickness in her body.
 
Tahir's hand was back on her wrist, and he guided her hand up and down hard length of his
 
Member.
 
His dick had a special form. It was longer than Nadir’s, for sure but even thicker than a
 
normal penis, but it was much thicker in the base.
 
She tried to look down at it but the pressure of his heavy body in hers prevented her from
 
doing so.
 
At that point Tahir pushed a thick finger into her body.
 
"Let me up!" She demanded. Tahir ignored her. His lips busy nibbling on the soft white skin of
 
her slender neck. His finger pushed deeper.
 
Tahir remembered that the delightful curvy body of this younger woman, seeking to wriggle from
 
 beneath him, belonged to another man, but it calmed him at the same time, that no matter
 
 how unique and amazing this body was, he never wanted to possess it, at least not forever.
 
He circled his finger in the hot, wet, tightness of her married pussy and thrust his finger in a
 
bit further.
 
As his finger slid deeper Meena found her hand gripping his cock tightly in response. She
 
tried again to playfully surround it but found again that was her fingers could hardly connect
 
around it. The cock throbbed in her hand. She could feel knotting veins throb and pulse with
 
blood and eager sperm.
 
Tahir withdrew his finger and shifted in position. His weight lifted from her, and she was able
 
to look down at his cock. Her eyes admired the piece her hands had explored.
 
Tahir grinned. Meena was staring at his cock with fascination and Tahir noticed this.
 
He was enjoying the conflicting her emotions.
 
Meena looked at his face and if reading his desire for her, his plan to occupy her, she
 
flushed. The pink glow penetrated her cheeks and descended to her breasts.
 
As Tahir shifted in position and both his hands went up under her loose robe. Her breathing
 
had become heavy. There was a tension in her throat, and a heat in her loins. As his body
 
shifted more of his cock slid out of his trousers, and she stared at it as its full length became
 
 apparent. "Oh… My ..." her words came out in gasps.
 
Tahir pulled at her panties; her hips rose slightly allowing him to ease her panties down.
 
She was his, for now at least, they both knew that and each of them knew that the other
 
knows it too!...
 
"Oh God...", Meena moaned.
 
Tahir grinned and his mouth dropped to close her pleas with another kiss. His tongue licked
 
her lips as his hands worked under her dress, enjoying the feel of the shapely full thighs of
 
young woman.
 
He could feel her breasts surge and push against him in response to the sensations she
 
could not avoid as his tongue excited her. His hands pushed her shapely white thighs apart,
 
her dress opened sideways around her waist.
 
He positioned himself between her legs.
 
The teasing of his tongue was merciless, and exciting. He really knew how to excite her! She
 
jerked her head free of his tongue and looked up into his eyes. Eyes that were full of passion
 
and desire. Desire for her...
 
Her heart raced and her senses seemed to pulse, but when his mouth dropped to hers again,
 
 she did not resist.
 
She humped her hips and flushed with shame at her action. Her mouth opened in response
 
to the passionate demand of his kiss.
 
When his tongue slid between her lips, her own tongue darted to meet his and locked with
 
his in a passionate wrestling match.
 
Then his cock pushed the gate of her feminine centre. Meena stared up into the powerful
 
passion filled eyes of the older man above her.
 
Tahir met her gaze. He loved that gaze, the gaze of the moment of the waiting in a woman's
 
eyes as she realises a male rod is about to enter her. He thrust his hips and broke free of her
 
eagerly kissing lips.
 
"Oooooooohhh!... Tahir!"
 
Tahir thrust again and he passed through the portals to Meena’s womanhood.
 
He paused. It was so surprising for him, how tight she still was, just like a virgin.
 
Her pussy clasped his cock tight. He enjoyed the hot tight grip on his cock, leaned forward
 
and thrust deeper. Another part of his thick manhood slid into her, and her legs flew wide in
 
reaction. He grasped the hot warm curves of her hips and lifted, as he thrust. His cock was
 
motre than half into her, and past the restricting grasping portal. He thrust again, sliding a
 
further few centimeters into her.
 
"Ooooooh... too much…!", Meena moaned.
 
He thrust again. Her hips started jerking spasmodically beneath him, her legs grasped him
 
then released him.
 
Tahir held himself in position, while she wriggled and struggled. He enjoyed the feel of his
 
 cock as is it slithered deeper in her well-lubricated canal.
 
He was too well embedded inside her how.
 
Meena realized that she was his now. Tahir was going to have his way with her. And she
 
admitted to herself that she was going to let him to do that.
 
A warm tingling overcame her at the thought she was helpless to prevent this old lumberjack
 
taking his pleasure between her legs.
 
Exciting sensations swept from her loins as she became accustomed to his thickness. Her
 
abused pussy seemed to be clinging to his cock, but already it was relaxing and adapting to
 
its size. She realised that he had stopped thrusting into her. She looked up at his face and
 
realised he was enjoying the pleasure of being inside her. Without conscious thought her
 
pussy squeezed on his cock sending further excitement shooting through her. To her
 
pleasure the muscles in her sheath seemed to caress his cock.
 
Then she looked back up at him. He was gazing down at her. Meena flushed under his gaze.
 
"You are deep inside me… My…", Meena looked at him and whispered.
 
Tahir grinned and said "No, not yet… Not really…"
 
Then he ran his hands up from his grip on her Curvy butt, sliding them along the soft skin so
 
that he could secure a firm grip on her shoulders.
 
"No, that is not all so deep," he laughed and thrust again.
 
Tahir enjoyed the pleading look on her face as he thrust and thrust again. This time firmly
 
holding her shoulders to keep her in position as he pushed deeper. He was enjoying the grip
 
on his cock.  It seemed finally he reached deeper and pushed against her uterus barriers.
 
"Ooooooh... Oh God... Oooooh."
 
Meena thought that she was never so full. The length and thickness of Tahir’s cock was just
 
the perfect suitable
 
filling in this position for her womanhood. More than anybody she knew.
 
Tahir freed one of his hands and reached up to grasp her dark hair in his grip. He jerked
 
softly her head back.
 
Meena felt a little uncomfortable, but the just sensing of his strength seemed to send further
 
powerful Overvoltages down her loins. She grasped his cock with her vaginal sheath
 
instinctively. She felt the slap of his balls against her bottom. It was all in, she realised! If his
 
balls were slapping against her bottom; he must be all the way in!
 
Tahir looked down at her pretty face. He enjoyed the sight of her pale slender neck. He noted
 
the dilated eyes, her gasping breath. Her unfocussed eyes, he gave her time to recover.
 
When her deep eyes finally focussed on him again, he grinned down at her. She smiled
 
faintly back at him.
 
"Now," he said, "I am going to fuck you!"
 
Meena expressed her agreement by nodding her head. Then he felt her legs wrap around
 
him.
 
Tahir grinned; she smiled nervously back at him.
 
Then he started to fuck.
 
She moaned and wailed as he withdrew then thrust.
 
He was enjoying the silky softness as the inner thighs of Meena clasped him to her.
 
Tahir was delighted to feel that she is lost in passion beneath him. Was there any greater
 
pleasure? He asked himself.
 
Yes, of course, there was, he answered, the pleasure of his seed spurting up inside this
 
young wife’s clinging tightness.
 
He gripped her shoulders and took his pleasure, thrusting and driving his manhood deep
 
inside. Enjoying the exquisite pleasure of her tight womanhood.
 
Her excited cry betrayed her orgasm beneath him as she shook and shivered beneath him.
 
Tahir paused briefly. Then resumed his efforts.
 
"Please Tahir, I… I… need..."
 
Tahir smiled and pausedagain for short moments, then said, “Enough… Girl,”, then renewed
 
his urgent thrusting.
 
Meena wriggled and squirmed. It was too intense, too powerful, the feelings too strong.
 
Then to her shock a second orgasm overtook her, she jerked and throbbed in spasms
 
beneath him. Shocked, disbelieving, this could not be happening she had never had two
 
orgasms before, immediately one after the other!
 
She collapsed in his arms defeated and subdued. There was no point resisting. Tahir above
 
her continued his thrusting and commanding between her legs which still eagerly clasped
 
around him.
 
Now, to her astonishment, a rolling wave of orgasms seemed to overcome her as she
 
abandoned the struggle and devoted to him, and let the old big farmer use her as he wished.
 
Tahir was a strong man who took what he wanted and with a thrill of excitement, Meena
 
realised that she was glad he wanted her...
 
increasing heat rose in her loins and she suddenly felt he is ejaculation in an eruption inside
 
her. The feeling and thought about it, seemed to trigger another even more heated orgasm. It
 
was as though her body was eagerly searching and trying to receive his seed!
 
Tahir broke free from her pussy and look at his conquest kneeling before him. His cock still
 
very hard and slick with her juices glided out of her and she looked admired at it. and.
 
Meena caught her breath while she struggled to pull her robe over her breasts.
 
She pushed it back down from her waist. Meena still a little out of breath, nodded her head
 
with an embarrassed expression then looked up still lazily at Tahir and said, " I have to take a
 
shower,“, she looked still embarrassed at him whether she asks for permission.
 
Tahir replied, smiling, “"Yes, of course, me too. Can I use the downstairs bathroom?"
 
Meena said, "Yes, of course," and headed for the stairs.
 
Tahir asked, "Do you want to come with me?"
 
Meena replied, "No, better not! We have to be quick..." and went up the stairs.
 
She saw her panties lying discarded on floor and snatched them up.
 
***
To be continued...

[Salir]

Meena Narrates: To be a good girl… (6) 

 

After the shower, they both went back to the living room to drink juice. Meena wore a short
 
fluffy pink bathrobe with drawstring belt.
 
Tahir sat down on the couch again, while Meena continued standing and drinking her juice.
 
Tahir sipped his juice, looked at his watch and said," I hope you can visit me this
 
weekend."
 
Meena said, "I hope too, it is certainly a beautiful beginning of spring at the ranch. To observe
 
the growth of the plants. But we'll wait and see what Nadir says."
 
Tahir didn't want to stay until Nadir arrived. He spoke, "Now I have to go. Thank you for
 
everything, my girl. It was lovely, as always and you were a goofd girl for your old daddy…"
 
Meena blushed and smiled, "Yes, thank you, Tahir...".
 
Tahir just smiles at her, "What's on your mind baby? You seem to be in deep thought."
 
"Well, I feel somehow a bit guilty what I have done…”, she replied and after s short pause
 
added, “,but to be honest, I definitely didn't hate it as much as I thought earlier, I
 
would." Meena said truthfully. She meant actually, what she has done without Nadir being
 
there or around.
 
“I'm glad, we and our bodies understand each other so well, then there's nothing against it if
 
we meet again,", Tahir spoke.
 
Meena blushed again and smiled just looking down, but did not reply.
 
“We're a good match, right? I mean sexually and physically. I know your desires and how to
 
satisfy you, right?"
 
Meena blushed more and nodded.
 
“Can we do this again, girly? Do you want to meet your old daddy again?" Tahir's voice was
 
hopeful.
 
"Probably," Meena answered shortly and quietly.
 
"I mean I like to…“, then it seemed if she didn’t want to admit, added,“ Just keep it between
 
us please…", after a short thinking, ”Yes, I like to, just you and me…“, Meena pleaded.
 
"You don’t like to have somenody else? Farzan? ", Tahir asked curiously.
 
"I like him, but..." Meena answered, blushed again.
 
"Okay… I understand, it is too much. Of course I keep it between us, but one thing before I
 
 Leave…",
Tahir said and smiled, "Here, sit down on my knee and give me a kiss like you would give
 
 your husband. If I don't feel the passion I won't hold my promise, game?"
 
Meena got up quietly and sat on his lap. She grabbed his face with her hands and gave him
 
a deep kiss.
 
He pulled her closer to his body and grabbed two handfuls of her butts that got a whimper
 
from her until she was straddling him. They continued to kiss for a few minutes slowly
 
becoming more passionate. Tahir raises his hand and smacked Meena's perfect ass. Meena
 
let out a deep moan and started grinding her body even harder against him.
 
It seemed she would stop him immediately! Earlier she stopped even Nadir just from
 
grabbing her ass too hard, she thought. She was but surprised that she didn't react now and
 
on the contrary continued to kiss and grind on him more. Her ass literally became red while it
 
jiggled on his lap.
 
She admitted that Tahir has taken more liberties with her in a short time, than everybody
 
else!
 
Tahir opened her belt, while kissing and reached for her red thong, then he moved her thong
 
to the side and started fingering her. Meena who was from deep kissing already slightly wet,
 
literally started moaning in his mouth while he stuffed his fat fingers in her pussy. Every so
 
often, he gave her a spank while he kissed her all the while.
 
Meena couldn't believe the way she was acting. She has never been more sexually charged
 
in a short time after at least two orgasms, her whole life. She was grinding her body on top of
 
this old large farmer, while her husband was not around and couldn’t watch and control! She
 
was starting to become too worked up. She felt one of his hands massage and spank each of
 
her hot ass cheeks. While the other hand slid its fingers out of her pussy making her gush
 
fluids all over his pants.
 
Meena's body was starting to heat up. She knew what was coming as much as she didn't
 
want it to, again. She started to slowly grind her pussy even harder on Tahir's hand and
 
moan louder when he spanked her. She didn't realize how much she was enjoying getting
 
spanked, something she never let her husband do. She stopped kissing him and breaths into
 
his face while she moaned and grinded into him.
 
"Ohhh my godd… Tahir … You're going to… I‘ll cum again… Don't stop...please don't stop!"
 
Meena said deliriously while almost out of breath.
 
"Yeah? You want to cum for me? Cum Meena, cum for me my girl … Cum for Tahir,".
 
"Ohhh… God… I'm your little girl!! What are you doing to me!? I'm Cumming! I'm
 
 Cu...Ohhhh… My God..."
 
Meena started to move wildly and then he saw that young wife actually cumming in his
 
hands…
 
 Her body shook uncontrollably for a minute before finally calming down. He gave her a few
 
 more kisses and a couple more spanks, Meena couldn't believe how good Tahir was making
 
her feel.
 
immediately afterwards, Meena knew it was time, she slid herself off him and got her robe in
 
order. She looks quickly back at Tahir still not believing what she just did.
 
She didn't know why but she wanted to show him gratitude there and said in a shy voice,
 
"Thanks Tahir..." Then stood up.
 
Tahir had a big grin on his face watching Meena. He knew that she is not his property, but
 
she belonged to him, every time they were alone, just the two of them…
 
While at the door, Meena asked, "Are you leaving to farm? “.
 
Tahir answered, „Not, today but tomorrow morning, if you like and want I can stay here, in
 
your guestroom, “.
 
Meena said quietly, „No, I mean I don't mind, but not today. My husband is working, and
 
maybe Cyrus will think of something if you don ‘t go to him, next time for sure…".

***
To be continued...

[Salir]

A playful thing between a couple who have no barriers between them.....
Everything should be free, as long as the type of dialogue and statements of one of them, is acceptable to the other. In my opinion, that's fine, no matter how intense, negative, or provocative. I think it's barrier-free between two who love each other, and I have to say, no censorship, no matter what it is is, between them, is allowed and legitimate!

I would say that morality and social courtesy in the world of two lovers, truly loving ones, have nothing to lose as long as they accept each other in their own world...

This world has its own morals and its own boundaries of respect, and these, are set by both of them. And that is not and must not be determined by society. 

General social morality has no place in this world!

If something is wrong, and one person doesn't agree with the other, or with what they say or do, then they will definitely receive punishment, if necessary!

Don't forget, I'm talking about love and the unity of lovers, not a partnership in society, which doesn't necessarily involve love as a component! 

This partnership has its own socially necessary laws! This isn't the world of love, so I'm not talking about it...

Cheers,
Salir,

[Salir]

1. Mansour wanted Meena, but not as his wife or partner; he took a completely reserved stance in that regard. Perhaps because he knew he was incapable (socially and societally, not least because of Meena's attitude toward him), that he couldn't even dream of having her as his partner. It was all just a physical and somewhat psychological dominance, because of his nature and personality. 


Mansour considers Meena, his niece, still as a young, inexperienced girl who can be easily exploited.

2. Jalal wanted Meena for himself, physically and as a life partner. Not enough, he wanted to take her and cut off all contact with her home, her homeland! He wasn't a dominant type, but an insidious, even cunning type. This goal of his was a much greater irritant, even a real rage factor, for Nadir. Especially the fact that he took advantage of Nadir's absence to achieve his goals caused Nadir to feel very angry, which we observed.

Jalal considers Meena, a young, beautiful woman who is suitable to be at his side as a partner for the rest of his life.


3. Tahir is what he is! He wants Meena, but only in the way Meena gives herself to him, no more and no less. His behaviour changes depending on Meena's reaction, and he does so honestly! He doesn't want to possess her, and he emphasize it too. When he says, 'I speak once and for all and not repeat myself...', this statement is neither didactic nor dominating, but means, 'I won't bother you with this topic anymore!', or when he says girly or girl, he knows that she likes this way of speaking and she enjoys calling her so (not in , his impression is that she loves his daddy figure! (not only in relation to his physique or age).

Tahir considers Meena, a young, pretty playmate and nothing more, who wants to freely participate in his erotic games, and if one of them no longer wants to, the game ends. He takes into account her will and her inclinations, much more than the other two!

Cheers,
Salir

[Salir]

Sad

[Salir]

Sad 

[Salir]

Have fun...
Meena

[Salir]

Alright you win guys!

I wish all the best for Nadir and Meena! Thanks for the story so far and we enjoyed it thoroughly.

Take care!

~RCF

Dear RCF and other friends!

A very delicate phase has entered our narration here, strangely enough not directly in the Story but next to it!


She, my Meena, no longer wants to be next to me here, and in my opinion she is right! One shouldn’t verbally attack the 
protagonist directly at a true story, it is just not legitimate!

As she writes, it is not a fiction with thought -out people but people with flesh and blood!

As far as time is concerned, she is also right. We are not other than years ago and I don't see that as an excuse either!
 
Everyone can go into this, imagine himself as Nadir or Meena (Lollo included!), and judge whether this is pleasant ... 
We saw you readers as friends and spoke with you about over lives, the paths we've taken, our friends and companions, 
our feelings, our joyful moments, our differences and sad moments, our inclinations, our passions, joys and pleasures, 
and our ecstasies...
 
If we expect criticism, it's not directed at us or to them who were there, next to us, personally, but at the way we tell it and 
how the story is presented...
 
Who gives one the right to judge? The right to play the role of the educator here? And ultimately condemn, and do so with 
such self-righteousness and such labels?
 
I do not know if I’ll continue the narration, this is what I told “her” too… Whether I will have the desire and time to continue, I do not know at all if I stay here in this portal…
 
I’ll decide in next days…
 
thank you for the accompaniment,
 
Cheers,
Nadir

[Salir]

My honest opinion is criticism and negative comments are a given when you write a story in any portal. When you get more emotional comments it means readers connected more with your story than usual and it shows their connection to Nadir and Meena. If they connected well to Nadir, they might comment something in harsh looking at the circumstances in the story, same applies to the readers who connected to Meena character in the story.
What we comment sometimes are not about the true people, we forget to remember that we are reading about actual people..Tell me how many stories in this portal belong to a couple who are writing about themselves? none, I can tell you right now, its 0. So you see its hard to remember that story that we are reading is about real people and an autobiography. At least sometimes I forget about it and I feel like I am reading any other story fictional. 

I agree some of the choice of words could be better but at the same time, its not right to abandon all other readers too. I am sure Lollo's intentions are definitely not to offend you guys but to give his honest opinion. If that opinion is not given in right chosen words then Nadir and Meena can point it out, but this concept of abandoning the story at every turn and twist is disheartening to see and its insulting for readers like me who is very interested in this story. I would like to say one thing, I really liked the point of view of Meena's writing and very much interested to read it further if its continued, else I would be leaving as well. Nothing on you Nadir but the story after reading 3 chapters I feel this phase as you have decided before belongs to Meena and her writing it would justify it well. If that is not happening please let me know so I can understand that and stop visiting this story.

~RCF

What happed here made us both very sad and me much more that I started this narrate, at all...

I am so sorry for the last days sad moments, the short life is not worth... 

After so many years I saw her tears... it is a very bad, painful actually,  feeling when you cause somebody who you love more than life itself is sad and ... you see her tears because of your fault... I am so sorry I began to take this path and tell the story of our life...


She let me know and instructed me to emphasize here that she is sorry to react so dramatically and she apologizes for everything...

Nadir

[Salir]

Thank you my friend.

Good bye

[Salir]

Dear Friends of Meena and Nadir,

Somewhere, sometime, in another realm, not far in the future,

this Narrate will appear again in full and will continue... 

I'll be in touch here soon... eyes and ears open...

Best regards,
Nadir

[Salir]

so, should I take it that the story isn’t gonna continue anymore (kinda sad if that’s the case)...and this is where it all ends? or is there still a chance it might continue sometime soon...though no guarantee if it'll be here or somewhere else or maybe once everything falls into place...

My friend,
Somtime the sun is not more shining, the wind ist not more blowing, the cloud, which forgot that it is only a cloud, stays and makes the hearts ache…
 
But, one day, soon,  the sun will shine, the wind will blow gently and cloud goes away and the hearts will not more rain but… laugh…

Then comes the continuation, that means soon, just here…

 eyes and ears open...

Nadir

[Salir]

This instalment is the continuation of the last part, It was written by Meena before she decided 
that she no longer wanted to appear and write here... She shows it to me and allowed me to finish that part...


Enjoy,
Salir

Meena Narrates: To be a good girl… (7)  

"Hi..." Meena said nervously with a hint of excitement. 

Her face showed a shadow of fear and lust. Nadir noticed this at once.

"Hi" He replied smiling back.

He was very curious, but he didn't want to push her, and she didn't say anything either. 

She just said she was going to get some food and disappeared into the kitchen.

He understood this and realized that she didn't want to talk.

*************

Nadir stayed in his study for about an hour after dinner. When he returned, Meena was finished 

in the basement, and they went to the bedroom.


Nadir turned to her, kissed her as they lay in bed and said again, "We don't have to talk about 

today’s Incidents if you don't want to, but I want to feel you,".

Meena was somewhat reluctant to talk about what had happened. Despite everything and their  

agreement, she was embarrassed to speak and tell everything as took place and to talk as
 
openly as possible, how she promised to him, about her feelings and passion for Tahir at the moment.

On the other side even though she had orgasmed a few times with her older lover, she still felt 

excited and hot and she also thought she wanted to feel Nadir and thereby get rid of a slight bad 

conscience that from time to time, in the last hours, occupied her in the depth of her mind.


They had mind blowing sex while whispering how much they loved each other. Nadir even took 

her sideways doggy, a new position for them, her ass looked absolutely breathtaking slapping 

against his body. 

Then Meena to his astonishment, turned her back to him and wished the classic doggystyle 

position, and presented her backside and super sexy and hot buttocks. 

Nadir took his wife, her face down ass up like a true slut.

He couldn't imagine previously how she would look in that position, but now he was enjoying 

this eminently. He was sure that this was the result of his Meena's long, good sex with their 

farmer friend.


 They did it long in the positions in which she had her back turned to him, more than their whole 

years of their relationship. 

While he was pounding her from behind and she was moaning, he asked, "Were you a good girl 

for him, baby?“

Meena moaned, "Yesss, I was a good girl for that old lumberjack,"

"Did he said it? ", nadir insisted to hear more,

"Yes, he told me that,", Meena said softly.

"After he was finished?", he asked.

"No… While he used me, he said it, ", Meena said a little shyly.

"Did you… Did you oral…", Nadir asked, while he paused his movements.

"No… No, I didn’t …," Meena interrupted him, moaning, while she moved her hips slowly against 

him.

"Did you like to? ", Nadir asked.

"To make… To take him in my … mouth? ", she replied quietly.

"Yes…", He said.

"Do you want me to…", Meena paused too and asked curiously.

"If he wants…", Nadir spoke carefully.

“If he asks me, I’ll do it… If you agree… For sure… I like to have his beautiful wide cock in me, in 

my mouth too… If you agree…”, Meena moaned and added, “Please, baby, I’ll do everything… 

Please go on… Make me…”, she pleaded moaning. 


The teasing, the "cheating", and the mind-blowing sex.  After the sex they laid there talking about 

the events, her filling him in on her feelings and thoughts about her time with Tahir, and all what 

Nadir didn't see. 

Then Nadir asked her about the ‘doggy’ position and why did she repeatedly present herself 

to him in doggy style, something she hadn't done before at least not so demonstrative in all 

these years? 

Wanted she perhaps not to look into his eyes while they made love? Was she trying to hide 

something? Meena smiled and replied, "No, baby... Perhaps because it's a more animalistic 

form of sex? “, Then she laughed and added,“ No… This is not the reason but maybe because it 

symbolizes subordination, my submission to my husband who I love over anything in the world. I 

subconsciously decided to symbolically submit to you and show that you are my only one, I 

belong to you, no matter what happens and no matter who else I get physically close to."


To be continued…

[Salir]

I also request Lollo to come back and support the story further and see Nadir and Meena as any characters in any other stories in this forum so there is no emotion involved. I have tried to analyze his reactions and I feel he somewhere started to feel for them more at personal level considering them as friends and trying to analyze the events in the story at personal level.

Nothing wrong in considering them our friends but decision they take at every moment is their choice end of the day and consequences are also there's to bear and impact would also be on their life so we have no right to judge on it.If at all we do not like Meena to submit to some one other than Nadir then their story won't fit in this forum and we should not be on this forum to read it. The fact that we are here reading their story is to expect the adventures beyond them and their married life. So we should not be a hypocrites for judging them for their actions.

For some reason Lollo took Tahir a pure dislike from the beginning and in judging his actions made him cross a line in naming Nadir and Meena. We should refrain such criticisms for this story as this is very different from rest of the stories as this is more at biography level so offending the writers is a certain possibility.

Lets leave the bad incidents behind and regroup again to enjoy the life story of Nadir & Meena.

~RCF

Dear friend, I am as always very impressed with your analytical way of thinking and interpreting, and thank you.
I've persuaded my wife to read your words, and she will comment soon. She asked me to leave it to her, so I'll remain here for now without further comment. 

I just wanted to apologize to you and all our other loyal readers because of emotional reactions

Nadir

[Salir]

Exquisite writing this whole series. Expressions and emotions both were written subtly yet shown boldly giving great read for the readers. Hence I was insisting Meena write further to give us good insights into the new happenings. Hope fully we get the updates soon and we begin to enjoy it.

I request Nadir and Meena to forget the unfortunate incidents and move along into the story. We will be waiting to hear more about the possible continuation.

~RCF

Meena speaking:

There is no doubt in my mind that the reader should read the story, whether true or fictional, and express their own opinions about it and perhaps criticize it, not only the style and writing but also the process...


The events can be judged, but judging real people requires a different quality... A much higher level of understanding and knowledge about others than simply interpreting their stories.

The real problem arises when we, as readers and observers, place our own thoughts and imaginations about someone, above the presented reality by narrator. and it will be more problematic if our this, one sided, not necessarily fair judgment is displayed to a broad audience.

This sometimes one-sided and incorrect process can be corrected if we listen and accept when our only resource draws our attention to reality and truth and WE PERCEIVE IT, because as I said, he or she, the narrator, is our only witness and resource!

The big mistake and annoyance generator in this situation would be if we love our imaginary idea no matter what reason and do not want to accept the truth and stick to our opinion…

But more important, even if we allow ourselves to do so, it shouldn't cross the line of respect.
No matter who we're talking about.
 
I hope you understand me, because I couldn't explain my previous disappointment and possible anger, here more precisely.
 
No matter what, I'm sorry. I am sorry about Lollo too, and I'm sure he was very sad, but we had to talk about our emotions and show them, for me my border was and is not even me personally but Nadir and what someone thinks and talks about him... The border for my explosion!

Now, at this moment and from this moment, everything is forgiven and past, and we look forward...
Thank you for your kind words about my writing style, and I will appear here again for you and other friends.
 
Best regards
Meena