Tar Ă©is dĂł an ollscoil a bhuachan agus teacht go IostanbĂșl, ba Ă© an chĂ©ad phost a bhĂ le dĂ©anamh nĂĄ fanacht. Tar Ă©is malartĂș tuairimĂ le m ‘ athair, tar Ă©is fanacht i suanlios an stĂĄit ar feadh tamaill, tar Ă©is cĂșpla cara ceann a fhĂĄil, rinne an smaoineamh bogadh go teach ciall dĂșinn. Faoi dheireadh, shocraigh muid dul amach chuig teach Le Cem agus Ertan, ar fĂ©idir liom glaoch go lĂĄidir air i gceann cĂșpla mĂ. Tar Ă©is an chinnidh seo, thĂĄinig m ‘ athair an bealach ar fad go IostanbĂșl chun obair chuardaigh agus DĂthĂłgĂĄla tĂ a sholĂĄthar. Tar Ă©is iarrachtaĂ fada, bhĂ teach aimsithe againn ar shrĂĄid a d ‘ fhĂ©adfaĂ a mheas ciĂșin, dĂĄ bhforĂĄiltear anois. I mbeagĂĄn ama, thosaĂomar ag maireachtĂĄil trĂd an teach a shocrĂș agus a sholĂĄthar.
BhĂ Cem sa rang cĂ©anna liomsa, agus Ertan ag staidĂ©ar i ndĂĄmh eile sa roinn chĂ©anna. Tar Ă©is dom a shĂĄrĂș ar dtĂșs, thosaigh mo mhuinĂn iontu ag fĂĄs nĂos mĂł fĂłs. B ‘ Ă©igean dĂł a bheith rud beag mar sin toisc go raibh an triĂșr againn ann inĂĄr stĂĄt is tanaĂ, ba easaorĂĄnaigh muid.
Ba as ankara Cem. Buachaill dathĂșil a bhĂ ann ar airde meĂĄnach, bolg Ă©adrom, brunette beag. BhĂ a lĂĄn cailĂnĂ ag crochadh thart, ach bhĂ sĂ© ag glacadh na dtairiscintĂ seo go mall. BhĂ an fhĂric go raibh sĂ© chomh diabhal-bealtaine-cĂșram beagĂĄinĂn mall, ag bogadh rud beag mistĂ©ireach, ach den chuid is mĂł bhĂ sĂ© mar gheall go raibh smig bĂĄĂșil agus deaslĂĄmhach aige. DĂșirt sĂ© go raibh sĂ© le cĂșpla bean ina chuid ama, agus luaigh sĂ© freisin go raibh bean phĂłsta ina measc. Nollaig Ar dtĂșs shĂl mĂ© gur atmaisfĂ©ar a bhĂ ann. DĂ©anta na fĂrinne, is ar Ă©igean a bheifĂ ag sĂșil go nglacfadh duine nach raibh gnĂ©as aige riamh ina shaol na lĂomhaintĂ seo dĂĄirĂre ach an oiread.
BhĂ Ertan Ăłn gcathair chĂ©anna liomsa, Ă KırĆehir. Ba Ă An Fear Ba chiĂșine inĂĄr measc. BhĂ sĂ© ina bhuachaill ard, burly. Mar a deir siad, ceann maith do na daoine craiceĂĄilte seo go lĂ©ir, sin An cineĂĄl Ertan a bhĂ tĂș. BhĂ sĂ© rĂ©idh ar a lĂĄmha agus a chosa, ach nĂor chuir gnĂłthaĂ bean chĂ©ile agus inĂon an oiread sin spĂ©ise dĂł. CineĂĄl a bhĂ ann a dĂșirt, ” athrĂłidh IostanbĂșl mĂ© ar ndĂłigh, caithfidh mĂ© obair go dtĂ sin.”Sin An fĂĄth A mbĂodh Cem ag crochadh amach Le Ertan Ăł am go ham, ag rĂĄ, “Damn, NĂ athrĂłidh ach bean chĂ©ile tĂș.”BhĂ Ertan ag dĂ©anamh gĂĄire dĂșinn lena scĂ©alta grinn soladacha cĂ© go ndearna sĂ© Iad Go RĂ©asĂșnta Ăł am go ham. ag na chuimhneachĂĄin sin, d ‘ fhĂ©adfainn tuiscint nĂos fearr a fhĂĄil ar an gcĂșis go raibh an leanbh seo ag roinnt an tĂ chĂ©anna linn.
Sin mar a chuaigh an saol ar aghaidh, sin mar a chuaigh sĂ© ar aghaidh. Ar mo bhealach abhaile trĂĄthnĂłna amhĂĄin ag tĂșs an earraigh, stad mĂ© ag an siopa grĂłsaera comharsanachta chun rud Ă©igin a cheannach. DĂreach ag tĂșs na srĂĄide, thĂĄinig mĂ© ar eachtra a chas mo cheann beagnach. Tubaiste a bhĂ ann a chonaic mĂ© ag doras an tsiopa grĂłsaera le gruaig chatach auburn ag cuimilt sa ghaoith Ă©adrom. Ă mhĂ©id an chailĂn seo a bhfuil Ă©ide ardscoile uirthi, nĂor chreid mĂ© riamh go bhfĂ©adfadh sĂ a bheith ina mac lĂ©inn ardscoile i ndĂĄirĂre. Nuair a chuaigh mĂ©, ghlaoigh an tubaiste seo devran amach “come on, good evening, daddy, feicfidh mĂ© tĂș anocht” i dtreo an siopa grĂłsaera. Nuair a thĂĄinig mĂ© isteach sa siopa, thuig mĂ© gurbh Ă© athair an chailĂn Ăr siopa grĂłsaera Recep abi. BuĂochas Le DearthĂĄir Recep, chabhraigh sĂ© go mĂłr leis na cĂ©imeanna chun an teach a choinneĂĄil agus an taobh istigh a threalmhĂș. BhĂ a shiopa ceart faoin bhfoirgneamh ĂĄrasĂĄn ina raibh a theach. BhĂ comhrĂĄ an-mhaith againn Leis An DearthĂĄir Recep, ar As Denizli Ăł dhĂșchas Ă©, mar seo, ach nĂ raibh a fhios agam fiĂș cĂ© hiad a thuismitheoirĂ, thairis sin, go raibh a leithĂ©id d ‘ inĂon aige.
“NĂl, A DhearthĂĄir Recep, an Ă sin d’ inĂon? nuair a d ‘ fhiafraigh SĂ©, DĂșirt Recep abi le sĂșile lonracha, “sea, sin Ă m’ inĂon a chonaic tĂș.”Nuair a fuair mĂ© amach go raibh An cailĂn seo, A d’ fhoghlaim MĂ© Dimple, dĂreach 16 bliana d ‘ aois, bhĂ ionadh mĂłr orm.
Nuair a thĂĄinig mĂ© abhaile, chaith mĂ© an lĂĄ ar fad ag smaoineamh Ar Dimple. Go deimhin, mhair na smaointe seo an tseachtain ar fad. MĂĄ tĂĄ a hinĂon mar seo, n ‘ fheadar cĂ© chomh fiĂș is atĂĄ a mĂĄthair. DĂșirt mĂ© liom fĂ©in, “Damn, Is Ă© seo ĂĄr dearthĂĄir Recep, a phioc sicĂn amma.”
Thug mĂ© suas Ă© chuig ĂĄr bpĂĄistĂ an trĂĄthnĂłna sin. “Ba chĂłir go bhfaca tĂș cad a chick,” a dĂșirt mĂ©.
Cem: is leor gaoth ĂĄirithe chun tĂș a bhualadh sĂos. Agus mĂĄ chuireann tĂș faoi, cĂ© a fhios cad a tharlĂłdh duit?
Ertan: is lĂ©ir go dtarlĂłidh sĂ©, Ăł chroĂ kĂŒĂŒĂŒtâŠ
Thosaigh gach duine ag gĂĄire.
De rĂ©ir mar a chuaigh an t-am ar aghaidh, thuig mĂ© nĂĄrbh Ă© ĂĄilleacht Agus gnĂ©asacht Dimple an t-aon rud a chuir isteach orm, rud a d ‘ fhĂĄg nach raibh mĂ© tarraingteach. CailĂn beag a bhĂ sa chailĂn seo tar Ă©is an tsaoil, ach a mĂĄthair, cĂ©n bhean a bhĂ inti. An raibh sĂ go hĂĄlainn, an raibh sĂ grĂĄnna, an raibh sĂ chomh sexy lena hinĂon? An raibh sĂ in ann sĂĄsamh a bhaint amach faoina fear cĂ©ile? CĂ©rbh Ă an bhean seo, bhĂ mearbhall orm. Uaireanta shĂl mĂ© go raibh na smaointe seo ĂĄifĂ©iseach, agus mhothaigh mĂ© amhail is go raibh clĂșmhilleadh dĂ©anta agam ar sheanbhean, agus b ‘ fhĂ©idir bean chaste nach raibh aithne agam uirthi fiĂș.
NĂ fada Ăł shin nach raibh mĂ© in ann na smaointe seo a choinneĂĄil istigh ionam. bhĂ mothĂș an chiontachta ag magadh fĂșm mar francach. Chinn mĂ© Ă© seo a oscailt Do Cem, An t-aon duine a bhfuil aithne agam air is gaire, a chreidim atĂĄ in ann mĂ© a fhreagairt. TrĂĄthnĂłna nuair nach raibh aon mhoill ann, thĂłg mĂ© a lĂĄmh agus dĂșirt mĂ©, “A Mhic, tar, tĂĄ rud Ă©igin agam le dul i gcomhairle leat faoi.â
– Cad Ă© an fuck atĂĄ ar siĂșl, Mehmet? An bhfuil tĂș tinn?
– NĂl, a mhic, tĂĄ roinnt ceisteanna agam ar m ‘ intinn freisin.
– Cad a tharla ionas go mbeadh iontas air?
– Agus seo bean chĂ©ile dearthĂĄir RecepâŠ
– Mar sin?.
-NĂ fhaca mĂ© an bhean seo, nĂl a fhios agam fiĂș cĂ©n chuma atĂĄ uirthi, ach tar Ă©is dom a hinĂon a fheiceĂĄil..
– Is dĂłigh liom go bhfuilim ag tosĂș ag iarraidh Ă©!
Sin an ĂĄit Ar thosaigh Cem ag gĂĄire.
– A mhic, nĂĄ bĂ ciontach, nĂl aon rud aisteach faoi bheith ag iarraidh bean. Is Ă© an rud aisteach nach bhfaca tĂș Ă fĂłs.
– Bhuel, Cem, cad mura bhfuil an bhean ar a bealach
– B ‘ fhĂ©idir mar sin, ach an ndearna tĂș fuck an bhean chĂ©ile?
– nĂl!
– Ansin fanfaimid agus fĂ©ach cad a tharlĂłidh, fĂ©ach cad a tharlĂłidh âŠ
– conas mar sin?
– B ‘ fhĂ©idir go dtiocfaidh an sicĂn suas le rud Ă©igin strainsĂ©ir nĂĄ mar a bhĂ sĂșil agat.
Ritheadh na laethanta mar seo, mar seo. TrĂĄthnĂłna amhĂĄin shocraigh muid tae a bheith againn sa bhaile. Chinn Cem agus mĂ© dul go dtĂ an siopa grĂłsaera DearthĂĄir Recep os ĂĄr gcomhair le chĂ©ile. Mar sin fĂ©in, toisc go raibh sĂ© dĂ©anach, dhĂșn Recep abi an siopa. DĂreach nuair a bhĂomar ag smaoineamh ar cad ba Cheart a dhĂ©anamh, Cem ;
– TĂ©imid chuig dearthĂĄireacha Recep, dĂ©anaimis candy a iarraidh orthu, a dĂșirt sĂ©.
-Nuair a dĂșirt mo mhac nach miste liom, gheobhaidh muid Ă©, Cem;
– Agus Is Ă An T-Aon Duine a bhfuil aithne againn Air NĂĄ DearthĂĄir Recep, ceart ansin. DĂșirt sĂ©, tar isteach, tabharfaidh sĂ© roinnt siĂșcra dĂșinn.
CĂ© go ndĂșirt mĂ©, “tĂĄ sĂ© dĂ©anach, nĂĄ cuirimis isteach,” tharraing Cem mĂ© leis an lĂĄmh agus lig dom isteach san ĂĄrasĂĄn. Cad brĂ©ag nuair a bhuail muid ar dhoras dearthĂĄir Recep, bhĂ sceitimĂnĂ orm. Agus muid ag fanacht le dearthĂĄir Recep an doras a oscailt, d ‘ oscail an bhean a shamhlaigh mĂ© an doras. I;
– Bhuel, is mic lĂ©inn muid a bhfuil cĂłnaĂ orthu san ĂĄrasĂĄn os coinne, nach raibh dearthĂĄir Recep ann? Seo iontach-aghaidh, bean glas-eyed shining cosĂșil le ghrian i headscarf magenta;
– NĂl, chuaigh sĂ© le haghaidh caife. Cad a bhĂ uait? dĂșirt.
– Cem, bhĂomar chun babhla siĂșcra a iarraidh le haghaidh tae nuair a rith ĂĄr siĂșcra amach. NĂl aon airgead fĂĄgtha againn, nĂl aon duine ar eolas againn ach DearthĂĄir Recep… dĂșirt sĂ©.
An bhean ag mionghĂĄire;
-TĂĄ sĂ© ceart go leor, a meala, mĂĄs focal Ă©, a dĂșirt sĂ©, gheobhaidh mĂ© duit Ă©, fanann tĂș anseo.
Ag an nĂłimĂ©ad sin, thuig mĂ© go raibh corp ag an gcailĂn seo a bhĂ nĂos iomlĂĄine nĂĄ a hinĂon, cosĂșil le dealbh De Aphrodite. NĂ fheadar an raibh sĂ© ar rud ar bith, bhĂ an bhean seo nĂos ĂĄille nĂĄ a hinĂon. Thug an bhean Ă© i bpacĂĄiste beag fillte i scragall alĂșmanaim le siĂșcra grĂĄinnithe i mbabhla.
-Rinne mĂ© taosrĂĄn, tĂłg Ă© seo freisin, le do thoil. DĂșirt sĂ© freisin gur fĂ©idir leat an coimeĂĄdĂĄn a thabhairt leat aon uair is mian leat.
BhĂ mĂ© cineĂĄl aisteach nuair a d ‘ imigh muid ansin ag gabhĂĄil buĂochais lena chĂ©ile. BhĂ fiĂș guth na mnĂĄ seo chomh ceo agus chomh milis gur shĂl mĂ© go raibh mĂ© ar neamh ag nĂłimĂ©ad amhĂĄin. Chas Cem chugam;
– Mo mhac, tĂĄ an sicĂn seo nĂos crazier nĂĄ mar a cheapfĂĄ. CĂ© chomh sexy a bhĂ sĂ, a dĂșirt sĂ. Ansin leanĂșint ar aghaidh;
– BhĂ an ceart agat, Mehmet! B ‘ fhĂ©idir go bhfuil an bhean seo dĂșnta, ach nĂl a fhios agam go ndeachaigh bean ar bith i mo shaol i bhfeidhm go mĂłr orm, a dĂșirt sĂ.
An lĂĄ dar gcionn chuaigh mĂ© go gĂșna trĂĄthnĂłna Recep chun an coimeĂĄdĂĄn a thabhairt. DearthĂĄir recep ;
– Mehmet, tar ar. DĂșirt sĂ© gur thĂĄinig tĂș trĂĄthnĂłna, Jasmine, a dĂșirt do dheirfiĂșr leis.
Mar Sin Jasmine an t-ainm a bhĂ ar an mbean iontach sin. BhĂ a hainm an-oiriĂșnach don bhean seo freisin. BhĂ sĂ stylish, ĂĄlainn, agus, lig dom brĂ©ag, bhĂ sĂ an-sexy.
– DearthĂĄir Recep, a bhuĂochas sin duit, thug do aintĂn candy dĂșinn freisin, agus nuair a dĂșirt sĂ an coimeĂĄdĂĄn seo, rinne DearthĂĄir Recep gĂĄire;
-NĂ aintĂn Ă, nĂl mo mhac ach 37 bliana d ‘ aois. B ‘fhĂ©idir go bhfuil tĂș ag rĂĄ trĂ fhĂ©achaint ar m’ aois, agus dĂșirt sĂ© go bhfuil mĂ© 55 bliana d ‘ aois. SĂlim go mbeadh sĂ© nĂos cruinne dĂĄ gcuirfeĂĄ deirfiĂșr mhĂłr Ar Jasmine, a dĂșirt sĂ.
-Mar sin ar phĂłs tĂș go dĂ©anach? i bhfocail
– CibĂ© an raibh mĂ© trĂ phĂłsadh eile roimhe seo, bhris muid suas, agus ansin d ‘ Ă©irigh an sicĂn seo, atĂĄ ina dlĂșthchara le mo dheirfiĂșr is Ăłige, os mo chomhair agus phĂłsamar. dĂșirt sĂ©. Chuir sĂ© iontas orm, conas a d ‘ fhĂ©adfadh an bhean ĂĄlainn seo an fear seo a phĂłsadh beagnach 20 bliain nĂos sine nĂĄ Ă.
-Chuir mĂ© aithne uirthi nuair a bhĂ mo dheirfiĂșr ar scoil ard. Agus ansin cĂșpla bliain ina dhiaidh sin, dĂșirt sĂ© gur ghlac sĂ© le mo thogra pĂłsta. TĂĄ mĂ© ag gĂĄire;
-NĂl tĂș beag ach an Oiread, nuair A deir TĂș DearthĂĄir Recep, tĂĄ sĂ© freisin
– An bhfuil mĂ© an-ghrĂĄnna mar sin? Thairis sin, a dĂșirt sĂ©, bhĂ oibleagĂĄid bheag air dom.
MĂĄ bhĂ mĂ© beagĂĄinĂn greamaithe den fhocal deireanach seo, ach nĂ raibh mĂłrĂĄn cĂșraim orm, d ‘ Ă©irigh mĂ© as sin. Chuaigh an comhrĂĄ jasmine lady seo go mĂłr I bhfeidhm orm fĂ©in agus Ar Cem. Agus BhĂ Ertan ag dĂ©anamh spraoi dĂnn.
Shocraigh muid fĂ©achaint ar porn le chĂ©ile trĂĄthnĂłna deireadh seachtaine amhĂĄin. Sa scannĂĄn, bhĂ blonde darb Ainm Hannah Hilton, rĂ©alta porn, ag gearĂĄn agus ag fucking idir beirt bhuachaillĂ cosĂșil le BandaĂ Deic. An Ertan a dtugaimid taciturn air
– tĂĄ bĂ©al do bhean chĂ©ile fucking folamh agus theastaigh uaithi dom Ă© a shuaitheadh isteach inti. Cem;
-Nuair a deir tĂș go bhfanann tĂș leis na uncailĂ seo chomh fada le coileach eitilte, Ertan;
– Gach ceart, a ligean ar oscailt suas agus a fheiceĂĄil ar ĂĄr dicks. An bhfuil rĂșin againn Ăłna chĂ©ile? dĂșirt.
BhĂ a gcuid dicks ag gach duine. DĂ©anta na fĂrinne, nĂ raibh dick Ertan nĂos lĂș nĂĄ dick Na bhfear sa scannĂĄn. BhĂ a cheann chomh tiubh le cairĂ©ad tiubh, agus chomh tiubh le ceann corcra. BhĂ Cem tanaĂ ach cĂșpla orlach nĂos airde nĂĄ Ă©. Ba Ă© Mine an gnĂĄthmhĂ©id. Ach nĂ raibh ceann mo dick a bhĂ beagĂĄn crosta nĂos lĂș nĂĄ iad ach an oiread. BhĂ gach duine ag scrĂșdĂș dicks a chĂ©ile le sĂșile taobh. Ertan ArĂs;
– Agus tĂĄ gach duine againn go breĂĄ. DĂșirt sĂ© dĂĄ mbeadh bean mar an bhean seo aige, go ndĂ©anfadh an triĂșr againn grĂșpa, go lĂonfadh sĂ a pussy, a asal agus a bĂ©al. Rinneamar go lĂ©ir gĂĄire. Ag filleadh ar Cemvertan;
– CĂ© ar mhaith leat a bheith agat ar an dick sin anois? d ‘ iarr sĂ©.
– TĂĄ cailĂn sa rang Darb Ainm Diamond, sin Ă. An soith sin, tĂĄ a fhios agat, casann sĂ orm trĂna asal mĂłr a chroitheadh, scoilteachta a thabhairt agus gĂĄire a dhĂ©anamh anois, ach thĂłgfainn a cac go lĂ©ir anseo, a dĂșirt sĂ.
D ‘ fhill Cem chugam ina dhiaidh sin
– Agus tusa? dĂșirt.
– TĂĄ A fhios agat, Miss Jasmine. Ba mhaith liom a chur air faoi dom agus a fuck dĂł go dtĂ go raibh muid araon traochta. NĂos dĂ©anaĂ, d ‘ fhill mĂ© Ar Cem
– Cad a tharlĂłdh dĂĄ ndĂ©arfainn leat cĂ© ba mhaith leat, agus is tusa an t-aon duine a bhainfidh ĂșsĂĄid as an mbean chĂ©ile. DĂșirt SĂ© gur dĂłcha nach bhfuair Jasmine girlhood an asshole, agus ba mhaith liom a sĂ©ala a bhriseadh.
TĂĄimid beirt Le Ertan
– DĂșirt muid wow asshole wow. BhĂomar ag gĂĄire agus ag spraoi. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, trĂ dhul isteach Sa Decalogue;
– Mac, tĂĄ tĂș araon dĂșsachtach. Cad Ă© atĂĄ i gceist leis an seanbhean seo, a dĂșirt sĂ©. Cem;