gay gnĂ©as fĂseĂĄin TsĂn Porn Dia duit, Is Ă Mo Ainm Funda. Is bean 44 bliain d ‘ aois mĂ© le 3 leanbh. Colscartha mĂ© m ‘ fhear cĂ©ile 2 bhliain Ăł shin. Toisc gur cheil sĂ© orm le mo chara is fearr. Thairis sin, bhĂ an obair seo dĂ©anta acu gan nĂĄire i mo leaba, agus chonaic mĂ© Ă© le mo shĂșile fĂ©in. D ‘ fhan mĂ© lĂ©i ar feadh 2 lĂĄ mar bhĂ mo mhĂĄthair tinn. ShĂl m ‘ fhear go mbeinn chun fanacht lĂĄ eile. DĂșirt mo mhĂĄthair, ĂĄfach, “tĂĄ mĂ© go maith, a chailĂn, tĂ©ann tĂș, nĂĄ dĂ©an faillĂ i d’ fhear cĂ©ile agus do leanaĂ!”BhĂ mĂ© ar ais sa bhaile nuair a dĂșirt sĂ©. Agus rug mĂ© Ar M ‘ fhear CĂ©ile Agus Mo chara Hale i mo sheomra leapa ag fucking i riocht breithe.
ShĂl mĂ© dĂĄ gcomhdĂłinn cĂĄs dlĂ, go rithfeadh m ‘ fhear i mo dhiaidh, ag impĂ orm agus ag impĂ orm gan colscaradh a dhĂ©anamh. Tar Ă©is an tsaoil, bhĂomar ag leagan ĂĄr gcinn ar an gcluasĂĄn cĂ©anna le 22 bliana, agus thug mĂ© buachaill 15 bliana d ‘aois dĂł le beirt chailĂnĂ, ceann acu 21 bliana d’ aois, an ceann eile 18. CĂ© mĂĄ rith sĂ© i mo dhiaidh agus impigh orm agus Ă© a dhĂł, nĂ raibh mĂ© chun maithiĂșnas a thabhairt dĂł.
Mar sin fĂ©in, nĂor thĂĄinig an fhĂrinne amach ar chor ar bith mar a bhĂ sĂșil agam. LĂ©im m ‘ fhear ag iascaireacht ar an gcĂĄs colscartha a chomhdaigh mĂ©. thĂĄinig deireadh lenĂĄr bpĂłsadh 22 bliain i gceann 15 nĂłimĂ©ad. BhĂ mo phĂĄistĂ ag iarraidh fanacht lena n-athair mar chonaic siad go raibh mĂ© freagrach as an gcolscaradh. Mar sin, ar bharr an cholscartha, cuireadh an brĂłn as a bheith scartha Ăł mo phĂĄistĂ.
Choinnigh mo mham orm gach rud a d ‘ fhĂ©adfadh sĂ a insint dom mar fuair mĂ© colscartha. DĂșirt sĂ© go ndearna m ‘ athair caimilĂ©ireacht air ag an am, ach nach cĂșis Ă© sin le colscaradh a fhĂĄil. Mar sin fĂ©in, gortaĂodh mo bhrĂłd baininscneach. NĂ raibh mĂ© in ann colscartha a fhĂĄil agus glacadh leis seo. FiĂș nuair a rinne mĂ© Ă© seo le mo chara is fearr. NĂor leor an cĂșiteamh agus an ailiĂșnas a fuair mĂ© Ăł m ‘ fhear as a leithĂ©id. NĂ raibh aon ioncam ag mo mhĂĄthair seachas an pinsean a d ‘fhĂĄg m’ athair, agus ba ghearr gur rith an cĂșiteamh colscartha a fuair mĂ© as uisce. Anois nĂ raibh muid ag maireachtĂĄil ach ar ailiĂșnas agus ar phinsean mo mhĂĄthar. Ach choinnigh mo mham orm ag brĂș orm post a fhĂĄil. BhĂ sĂ ina cĂłnaĂ lĂ©i fĂ©in le fada, agus le mo theacht, theith a suaimhneas intinne freisin.
Bhain Ben cĂ©im amach Ăł Ghairmscoil Na GcailĂnĂ leis an gcĂ©ad ĂĄit, ach ansin nĂor oibrigh mĂ© riamh. CĂĄ raibh mĂ© chun post a fhĂĄil agus obair a dhĂ©anamh tar Ă©is dom a bheith an aois seo? Mar sin fĂ©in, rinne mĂ© mo luck agus chuir mĂ© isteach ar roinnt ĂĄiteanna. Ba phoist iad seo mar chĂłcaireacht, glanadh. Ach d ‘ Ă©irigh gach ceann acu amach go diĂșltach. Mar gheall ar m ‘ aois agus ar an bhfĂric nĂĄr oibrigh mĂ© riamh roimhe seo, nĂ raibh aon duine ag iarraidh mĂ© a fhostĂș. Ar bharr na diĂșltachta seo go lĂ©ir, bhĂ mĂ© nĂos millte fĂłs nuair a chuala mĂ© gur phĂłs M ‘ fhear Hale. ThĂłg Hale m ‘ fhear cĂ©ile agus mo phĂĄistĂ uaim.
Fuair mĂ© dĂșlagar. ThĂĄinig fearg orm fĂ©in mar fuair mĂ© colscartha. Ar a laghad ba ghnĂĄch liom pĂłsadh a bheith agam a d ‘ Ă©irigh go maith agus go dona, agus nĂ raibh a fhios agam cĂ©n fhadhb slĂ bheatha a bhĂ ann. Ba ghnĂĄch le m ‘ fhear obair agus Ă© a thabhairt, agus ba ghnĂĄch liom ithe. Ach anois bhĂ na cĂĄsanna daingean. Bhuail mĂ© leis an saol fĂor ag aois 42.
LĂĄ amhĂĄin thug mo chara Ăłige mĂŒge cuairt Ăłn gcomharsanacht, agus Ăłn nĂłimĂ©ad sin d ‘ athraigh mo shaol. DĂșirt SĂ© Le MĂŒge, ” Faigh post dom!”nuair a dĂșirt mĂ©,” OK, feicfidh mĂ©!”dĂșirt. BhĂ timpeallacht MĂŒge leathan. Ar a laghad ba mhaith liom mo luck a thriail. CĂ© nach brĂłg soladach a bhĂ i mo chara MĂŒge. BhĂ sĂ© pĂłsta, ach colscartha. Toisc gur cheil sĂ ar a fear cĂ©ile. Tar Ă©is di colscaradh Ăłna fear cĂ©ile, bhĂ caidreamh aici le go leor fear freisin. D ‘ oibrigh sĂ i siopa Ă©adaĂ. Ba lĂ©ir lĂĄithreach gurbh Ă© an chav ba mhĂł le rĂĄ Ă© lena chuid Ă©adaĂ, feisteas, staid agus gluaiseachtaĂ. D ‘iarr mĂ© ar bhean den sĂłrt sin post a fhĂĄil dom, ach nĂ raibh aon rud eile a d’ fhĂ©adfainn a dhĂ©anamh.
CĂșpla lĂĄ ina dhiaidh sin, ghlaoigh Muge, “fuair mĂ© post duit, scrĂobh sĂos an seoladh seo a leanas, TĂĄ An Tuasal Haldun ann, tĂ©igh ag caint leis amĂĄrach, abair leis go bhfuair tĂș a sheoladh, a ainm nĂł rud Ă©igin uaimse!”thug sĂ© seoladh, ag rĂĄ. Ansin dĂșirt sĂ©, ” Ha, fĂ©ach orm, nĂĄ glĂ©asadh cosĂșil le tuathĂĄnach, glĂ©asadh suas go deas, tĂĄ an t-arĂĄn i mbĂ©al an leoin, a chailĂn, maisigh beagĂĄn!”dĂșirt sĂ© le gĂĄire.
Bean a bhĂ ag caitheamh hijab a bhĂ ionam agus nĂ raibh aon nĂłsanna agam riamh mar a bheith maisithe agus tattered, ag caitheamh Ă©adaĂ a lĂ©irigh comhrianta mo choirp. Ach bhĂ an mĂ©id A dĂșirt MĂŒge fĂor freisin. BhĂ daoine ag fĂ©achaint orthu seo beagĂĄn agus iad ag fruiliĂș. An lĂĄ dar gcionn chaith mĂ© mo blĂșs fada muinchille daite burgĂșin le sciorta fada dubh. Chaith mĂ© smideadh Ă©adrom freisin agus mĂ© ag ceangal mo chinn le turban mĂłr le patrĂșn dubh agus bĂĄn. Chuir mĂ© orm mo bhrĂłga dubha, sĂĄla.
NĂor chabhraigh colscaradh liom. Nuair a bhĂ mĂ© pĂłsta, ba ghnĂĄch liom Dul Go RĂ©asĂșnta idir 60-65 cileagram, agus Ăłs rud Ă© go raibh mo airde 1.70, bhĂ cuma tanaĂ orm i gcĂłnaĂ. Ach mar gheall ar an strus a bhĂ orm tar Ă©is an cholscartha, thug mĂ© bia dom fĂ©in agus ghnĂłthaigh mĂ© 85 punt. NĂ raibh mĂ© in ann mo phunt breise a thabhairt ar shiĂșl. Sin an fĂĄth go raibh mo chuid Ă©adaĂ daingean anois. CĂ© go ndearna mo sciorta mo ghiota soilĂ©ir go leor, ba chosĂșil go gcloĂfeadh mo blĂșs orm freisin. BhĂ mo bhrollach ag taispeĂĄint go leor. BhĂ an ceart aige nuair a dĂșirt sĂ© go raibh an t-arĂĄn saibhir i mbĂ©al an leoin. BhĂ mĂ© chun Ă© a fhulaingt go Ă©adĂłchasach.
Chuaigh mĂ© amach gan mo chĂłta a thĂłgĂĄil orm. Bhraith mĂ© go raibh mĂ© ag nochtadh mĂ© fĂ©in ar an mbealach seo. Agus mĂ© ag siĂșl ar an mbus agus ar an mbĂłthar, rug mĂ© ar stares fir ĂĄirithe orm. BhĂ an-nĂĄire orm, ach nĂ raibh mĂ© in ann tada a rĂĄ, nĂ raibh mĂ© in ann Ă© a dhĂ©anamh. FiĂș mĂĄ bhĂ hijab ĂĄ chaitheamh agam, bhĂ siad ag fĂ©achaint orm mar bhĂ comhrianta mo choirp soilĂ©ir.
BhĂ an seoladh a thug MĂŒge ĂĄit Ă©igin in Aice Le TarlabaĆı. NĂ raibh mĂ© riamh anseo roimhe seo. Ba ghnĂĄch liom teacht Go Taksim le mo phĂĄistĂ agus m ‘ fhear cĂ©ile, bheimis ag siĂșl ar shrĂĄid istiklal le chĂ©ile, ag ithe, ag siopadĂłireacht. Ach ba ĂĄiteanna iad seo nach raibh aithne agam orthu riamh. Ba iad na daoine a chonaic mĂ© ar an tsrĂĄid nĂĄ daoine nĂĄr bhuail mĂ© riamh cheana, nach raibh an-mistĂ©ireach. Go hionraic, nĂ raibh eagla orm nuair a shiĂșil mĂ© ar na srĂĄideanna. Fuair mĂ© an foirgneamh sa deireadh trĂ fhiafraĂ.
DĂșirt MĂŒge gur gnĂomhaireacht RĂ©itigh an ĂĄit a mbeidh mĂ© ag dul, roghnaĂonn siad agus cuireann siad aisteoirĂ chuig scannĂĄin, sraitheanna TEILIFĂSE agus fĂłgraĂ. NĂ raibh aon chomhartha ag bealach isteach an fhoirgnimh, nĂ raibh aon ainm bainteach leis an gcuideachta. Ar aon chaoi, bhĂ an foirgneamh sean go leor agus bhĂ an chuma air nach raibh aon duine ina chĂłnaĂ ann Ăłn taobh amuigh.
GnĂomhaireacht 6. agus bhĂ sĂ© ar an urlĂĄr uachtarach. Ăs rud Ă© nach raibh aon ardaitheoir ann, shiĂșil mĂ© suas an staighre. BhĂ mo chroĂ ag puntĂĄil cosĂșil le craiceĂĄilte le sceitimĂnĂ. BhrĂșigh mĂ© an clog in aice leis an sean-doras adhmaid le dhĂĄ sciathĂĄn a d ‘ ardaigh suas go dtĂ an tsĂleĂĄil. BeagĂĄn nĂos dĂ©anaĂ, bhĂ fuaimeanna sĂĄla Ăłn taobh istigh. OsclaĂodh sciathĂĄn den doras, ar doirteadh a phĂ©inteanna in ĂĄiteanna, go creakingly. d ‘oscail cailĂn Ăłg a d’ fhĂ©ach le bheith 25-26 bliana d ‘ aois agus a raibh smideadh an-dian uirthi an doras. D ‘ fhĂ©ach sĂ© ar feadh 1-2 soicind agus dĂșirt sĂ©, “Sea?”dĂșirt sĂ© go dĂcheallach. “Shey, bhĂ mĂ© chun bualadh Leis An Uasal Haldun, Ă Mrs. Muge…”chuir sĂ© isteach orm agus dĂșirt sĂ©,” Fan nĂłimĂ©ad!”dhĂșn sĂ© an doras orm, ag rĂĄ. BhĂ ionadh orm, ach nĂ raibh mĂ© in ann fuaim a dhĂ©anamh ach an oiread. ThĂĄinig fuaimeanna na sĂĄla Ăłn taobh istigh arĂs, agus go luath d ‘ oscail saise an dorais arĂs.
An uair seo bhĂ fear meĂĄnaosta ag an doras. “Sea, sea?”nuair a dĂșirt sĂ©,” Shay, chuir Bean Muge chugam.”DĂșirt mĂ© go cĂșthail. DĂșirt an fear, ” Mrs. Muge?”dĂșirt sĂ© Ă© amhail is nach raibh a fhios aige. Ach ansin, ” Ă, ĂĄr Muge craiceĂĄilte, ceart go leor, an rud tĂș, nĂł an Bean Funda tĂș?”dĂșirt. Is cosĂșil gur luaigh Muge mĂ©, ” Sea, is mise, an Tusa An Tuasal Haldun freisin?”nuair a dĂșirt sĂ©” Sea, sea, tar isteach, tar isteach!”dĂșirt sĂ©, ag pointeĂĄil istigh le lĂĄmh amhĂĄin.
Teach a bhĂ ann i ndĂĄirĂre, ach ĂșsĂĄideadh Ă© mar oifig. Sa chuid a bhĂ sa halla, bhĂ tĂĄbla sean agus mĂłr agus cathaoir, agus dhĂĄ sheanchathaoirleach clĂșdaithe le leathar le himill strĂłicthe agus sracadh in aice leis an bhfuinneog os coinne. NĂ raibh rĂomhaire nĂĄ fĂłn ar an mbord. TarraingĂodh na cuirtĂnĂ go lĂ©ir cĂ© go raibh sĂ© i rith an lae, agus soilsigh spotsoilse ar an uasteorainn an taobh istigh. Rinne an t-oiriĂșntĂłir aer an taobh istigh cosĂșil le leac oighir, bhĂ sĂ© mar a bheadh an geimhreadh ag tarlĂș istigh mar fhreagairt ar an teas lasmuigh. BhĂ an phĂ©int ar na ballaĂ doirte amach in ĂĄiteanna.
Fear 45-46 bliain d ‘ aois a bhĂ san Uasal Haldun le fĂ©asĂłg barr air, nach raibh aon ghruaig ar a cheann. BhĂ an chuma air gur chroith sĂ© a chuid gruaige mar sin. BhĂ sĂ© ard agus tanaĂ. “Seo duit!”dhĂrigh sĂ© aird ar an seanchathaoir agus dĂșirt sĂ© liom suĂ sĂos. Shuigh sĂ© sĂos os mo chomhair freisin. Idir an dĂĄ linn bhĂ an cailĂn ina suĂ sa chathaoir taobh thiar den deasc, ach bhĂ a gaisce scanrĂșil orm. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, bhĂ chulaith an chailĂn aisteach freisin. Nollaig BhĂ sciorta beag bĂdeach dubh ĂĄ caitheamh aici nach raibh fiĂș mion. BhĂ a chromĂĄin, a chosa ar an gcearnĂłg. BhĂ a chosa ag taitneamh amhail is go raibh siad cuimilte le hola. BhĂ a asal ag gobadh amach go maith freisin. Ar an lĂĄimh eile, bhĂ sĂ ag caitheamh singil bĂĄn le strap rĂłpa, agus bhĂ a bra dubh le feiceĂĄil faoin singil bĂĄn, agus a breasts mĂłra le feiceĂĄil mar a bhĂ siad. Agus ar a chos bhĂ brĂłg dearg le sĂĄla ard go leor. BhĂ a cuid gruaige fada fionn aici i ponytail Ăłn gcĂșl.
DĂșirt An Tuasal Haldun, ” Le Do Thoil, tĂĄim ag Ă©isteacht leat!”BhĂ nĂos mĂł sceitimĂnĂ orm nuair a dĂșirt sĂ©. “Bhuel, thug Bean Muge do sheoladh dom, tĂĄim ag lorg poist, mar sin…”DĂșirt mĂ© go timidiĂșil. BhĂ An tuasal Haldun ag stĂĄnadh orm Ăł cheann go ladhar An Nollaig seo. BhĂ a shĂșile ar mo bhrollach, a bhĂ le feiceĂĄil faoi mo blĂșs. Chuir a bhreathnaidĂ fearg orm, ach nĂ raibh mĂ© in ann tada a rĂĄ mar bhĂ nĂĄire orm.
D ‘ fhĂ©ach sĂ© orm ar feadh i bhfad gan mo chuid focal a fhreagairt ar feadh tamaill. Agus ansin, ” Hmm, cĂĄ raibh tĂș ag obair roimhe seo, cad atĂĄ dĂ©anta agat, inis dom fĂșt fĂ©in!”nuair a dĂșirt mĂ©, nĂ raibh a fhios agam cad ba cheart a rĂĄ. Toisc go raibh mo shaol folamh go leor. PhĂłs mĂ© ag aois Ăłg agus colscartha tar Ă©is 22 bliana. nuair a dĂșirt mĂ©, “tĂĄ 3 leanbh agam, scar mĂ© le mo bhean chĂ©ile 2 bhliain Ăł shin…”, chuir sĂ© isteach orm agus dĂșirt sĂ©, ” mar sin tĂĄ tĂș colscartha!”dĂșirt sĂ©, ag ardĂș eyebrow amhĂĄin san aer. Amhail is gur thaitin leat Ă© sin a chloisteĂĄil. “Hmm!”dĂșirt sĂ©, ag croitheadh a chinn suas agus sĂos.
“DĂ©anfaidh mĂ© an chĂłcaireacht, an glanadh agus mar sin de.”nuair a dĂșirt mĂ©, dĂșirt an cailĂn le gĂĄire,” Bia?”dĂșirt. BhĂ sĂ© ag gĂĄire i bhfolach, ag dĂ©anamh spraoi dom. Ag An nĂłimĂ©ad sin, chas An Tuasal Haldun ar an gcailĂn agus dĂșirt sĂ©, ” DĂchĂĄiliĂș, le do thoil!”dĂșirt sĂ© i ton beagĂĄn crua. Chuir an rĂĄiteas seo air aghaidh an chailĂn gĂ©ar, ach lean sĂ uirthi ag gĂĄire go bog. DĂșirt An tuasal Haldun, ” tuigim, ach nĂlimid ag lorg duine den sĂłrt sin anseo!”bhris mo chroĂ nuair a dĂșirt mĂ© sin. “SlĂĄinte duit!”DĂșirt mĂ©, ag tilt mo cheann ar aghaidh. DĂșirt An tuasal Haldun, ” TĂĄ a fhios agat, is gnĂomhaireacht rĂ©itigh Ă© seo, roghnaĂmid agus cuirimid aisteoirĂ chuig fĂłgraĂ, scannĂĄin agus mar sin de, teastaĂonn duine mar sin uainn. Luaigh bean Muge tĂș, ach shĂl mĂ© go dtarlĂłdh rud mar sin. TĂĄ brĂłn orm!”dĂșirt. “Ar aon nĂłs, bĂodh slĂĄinte agat!”DĂșirt mĂ© arĂs, dĂĄla an scĂ©il, d’ ullmhaigh mĂ© Ă©irĂ. Nollaig
DĂșirt An tuasal Haldun, “inseoidh MĂ© duit cad Ă©, tĂĄ tĂș tagtha chomh fada seo, mĂĄs mian leat, dĂ©anaimis tĂș a chur isteach inĂĄr linn iarrthĂłirĂ, lig do na bosses fĂ©achaint. MĂĄ thagann rĂłl oiriĂșnach chun cinn, cuirfimid in iĂșl duit, cad faoi?”dĂșirt. “Bhuel, conas nach bhfuil a fhios agam?”DĂșirt mĂ©, nĂĄire. Agus mĂ© ag smaoineamh ar bhia, ar ghlanadh, bhĂ An Tuasal Haldun ag caint faoi aisteoireacht.