The Nadia Stories

Coda

After two weeks of total lack of contact from Nadia while she was out of town, and then another couple of weeks of silence, I got a text from her asking why I had blocked her on Facebook. I told her that I had not blocked her: I had completely deleted my FB account. She said okay, but then said I should show more patience. I replied that she should show more kindness. Later, I texted her to end the whole thing, saying that silences weren't a good factor in my life, and then blocking her cell number. All is over.

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Story 3

Nadia is trying to teach me some Arabic but I am not proving to be a very good student. She told me how to say don't stir the white sauce for too long, and I somehow came up with أمريكا تتحول إلى دولة فاشية. We reviewed some more words and she carefully and patiently pointed out some of the details and nuances. I started to feel a bit more confident, and so I wrote down my gratitude to her, thank you for teaching me your language. I put تقطيع اللحم بسكين حاد, and I am pretty sure it is correct.

Story 2

Je me reveille d’un sommeil dont je ne sais pas la durée et à la fois elle entre dans ma chambre sans dire un mot. Toute nue. Elle s’approche à moi et je suis encore un peu confus et fatigué. Un genou premièrement et puis elle commence son ascente. Je ne vois que ses mamelons et tout d’un coup ses deux jambes entourent ma tête et je sens sa chatte mouillée sur mes levres, et je la respire juste avant que ma bouche en soit entourée et ma langue affamée la lèche et la goute pendant qu’elle se remue passionnément.

Story 1

She got up from the table and left me with the Indian food. I watched her back as she headed for the washroom, looked at her legs. A short black dress covering things that I wanted to see. I picked listlessly at the naan and sipped my beer. Things would improve when she came back, and I could continue to ask her questions, hear her voice, but, when she took a bit of food, or turned her eyes away, I could again steal primal glances at the downward V of cleavage pointing me to breasts I hoped to see soon.