It all started when I found out that my cousin loved me, and it was a mutual feeling for a while. When I went to or from school, he used to accompany me and this was not pleasant for the family. They did not want me to see my cousin. I had to leave school so that the hardships of my father and brothers might be less. They objected. After dropping out of school, which prevented me from seeing my cousin, I arranged with him to leave the house at night and go to see him. My cousin, who lived near our house, was leaving. The program lasted for several months until my family found out. I was taken to the doctor for an examination, and I ran away from the doctor's office, and this escape gave me a new writing that I will never get rid of, standing on the street without thinking about my future and knowing what writing is waiting for me. I was the only thing that mattered to me was that I was able to escape from my family. I had a lot of questions in my mind, did I do the right thing, should I go back or continue my escape? My thoughts were confused. I could not make a correct and logical decision. Now I did not understand myself. I sat on the motorbike, wrote in my hand, and handed it to Iraj, who took me to his single house
Iraj took me to his single house, where I met Maryam, who, like me, had run away from home. Iraj, in order to be alone with me, took Maryam to the house of her friends Qasim. Faramarz and Hamid, who also had a single house, sent me. I was with Iraj for a few days. We rode a motorbike during the day and I stayed at his house at night. I was watching TV. I was very scared, I had sex with a public boy before, but I was sure he would catch me. He came to me. Tears welled up in my eyes. I was trembling. Iraj's foot that I felt was walking with me
I had a very bad feeling. I knew Iraj was an angel in Iran for a few days. In short, he was walking with me when I felt that he was unbuttoning my pants.
He pulled my pants down to my knees. I was embarrassed with a white shirt in front of Iraj. He took his hand in my shirt. He got up. I like it and …… ..they hit us in the face. In short, then I sat on the floor and did not say anything.
In short, I took my clothes off, I went to the shower, I started to wash my body, I felt the door of the locker room opened, it closed, I locked myself in the bathroom, and I started to wash my body. I put on my clothes and came out. I saw that he was not there. I went to the corner of his room. I could not believe it. Iraj sniffed my shirt. After half an hour, he came and washed my corset shirt. I kind of liked this job. He gave me a pair of shorts and a corset. He went to the bathroom. He came and I hit myself hard and a few days later Iraj loved me very much, food, clothes and… I wanted to do a lot of other things. Iraj kept secrets. In short, Iraj used to kiss me a few times and I became a first-time insect repellent shampoo.And I washed Iraj and he left. It was very strange. Why did he wash me so much and keep my secrets? I wore my hair and washed my whole body completely. And he started stroking me. I became an insect. I said to myself, I will say goodbye to him. Maybe he will give up on me. We went to Iraj's room. Kasm was playing. I just found out why he was sitting on me so much. It's so ridiculous, I'm getting nauseous. In short, I saw that Iraj was licking my armpits. In short, he was licking so much that I liked him and I was moaning for a while, I saw Iraj playing with Kirsh and My lips were very serious. I told her not to get up. I washed my face. She came back. She had a small cock. She was smaller than the public boy. Arj was 27 years old. I poured water over it, maybe not for 2 minutes
I went to wash my face, I came to get dressed, Iraj said, what are you doing, I just want to do it, I was going crazy, I was close to Parvid, I came to him, I told him today, enough, I want to do it, I saw you, he came, he started rubbing my shorts on Kirsh, he started licking my body I had a lot of spit in my ear, I did not like it, it was kind of like that, he started kissing again on time, he had licked my pussy in his mouth, he was sucking, it was really the first time, I was enjoying sex
In short, I liked it. I had a discharge in my mouth. It went to my buttocks. I started licking myself. He came and put my pussy in his mouth. He was sucking. Iraj poured the urine and started to masturbate, but the water did not come. I got up to go to the bathroom. My back hurt. Iraj helped me. I saw that he was coming to the bathroom. It was crazy. I thought I went and sat on the toilet bowl to forgive me. I saw that Iraj Khan came and sat behind me. I was washed by Kunmo We washed ourselves and came out. Do not forget to comment
In short, Iraj was a patient, according to this friend of mine, maybe, but in terms of behavior, he was very personable. The days came and went. We were very happy. Sex.
Iraj did not leave me alone, that is, you might think about sex, but Iraj really loved me, he loved me so much from the bottom of his heart, and he loved me that if I got sick, I would be more than my mother. I did not say and cut off. In short, day and night passed. Iraj treated me in such a way that I thought my wife Iraj had certain moods in sex and… had sex, for example, but I knew that she did not have sex with me. Every time I slept next to him, he would put his face on my pussy. Did you sleep or did he love me to wipe my pussy with my shirt and let him put it in his mouth and masturbate? It was very strange. I slept until morning, he really did this so that he would not fall asleep, but he did not. In short, he had strange requests. It was through my hole day and night that Iraj turned to me and said b These girls 'clothes are a problem for us and our attention will be drawn to the officers. He asked me to cut my hair short and wear boys' clothes so that no one would doubt that I was with him in that house. I accepted and the next day we went to the men's hairdresser. I took off my coat and the hairdresser, who was a friend of Iraj, cut my hair short. From that day on, I dressed like a boy and no one noticed that I was a girl.
Each time, they would give me 10 to 15 thousand tomans from the snatch bag, and they would take most of the money themselves, saying that the cost of renting a house and repairing the engine was high. It turned out that I was riding a motorcycle myself. On Fridays, we went to the motorcycle track. Nobody noticed that I was a girl. Of course, besides me, there were other girls who wore boys' clothes and came there.
A few months passed like this and I was immersed in wrongdoing and I did not think about the consequences. I did not think that one day I would face a dead end and realize that this is the way to the depths of ruin and destruction. It is a road that has a black end. One day, Iraj Qasem and Faramarz and I decided to go north for fun. We set off on two motorbikes. He was abducted and we fled together and moved towards the north road at high speed, unaware that they had seen us and were following us when the bag was stolen.
When they approached us, they ordered us to stop, but we did not pay attention, and we increased the speed of the motorbike. It seems like I have been away from them for many years. During these few months, they have grown as old as a few years. They had not forgotten me, what hardships they had endured during this time, and where they had not looked for me, or the nights when my mother had not slept and cried until morning, and what sorrow my father had in his heart that bent him and the premature aging of his head and face. It was here that I realized my mistake and regret and regret came to me that it was no longer useful. I expected my parents to blame me and insult me and beat me, but my mother digs me with her kind hands to see if I am safe and sound. I am, and my father, under the pressure of this shame that I had placed on his shoulder, bowed down and sank into his grief and sigh. I did not know what to do
Should I make up for my mistake? How long would I have wanted to continue if I had not been arrested by the police?
I did not see the coward Iraj, I do not know about him anymore, my friends did not know about him until I heard that he had gone to Dubai and I had no news.
I did not have a suitor anymore. I had a boring life. Now that I think about how much I had done with Iraj, what I did not do, I am ashamed. I was ? What were you doing in this story?
I knew the answer to my questions, this mistake could never be made up for, how could I make up for my lost honor? How could I prevent myself and my family from pointing fingers? By what good deed could I turn their humiliation into pride? How could I build my family's crushed pride? How could I be optimistic about my future with the behavior I had committed? How could someone love me and choose me as their partner by spending nights in front of strangers? Did they restrict my freedom and control my movements too much, or my mother who was not very kind to me and did not care about my wishes, or all of them? Is the society also to blame? Are the officials also to blame? Why was no one found to hold my hand in the first days and prevent me from drowning in the mire? What do you think when you read this destiny? Who is to blame? How can girls like me, Mary Mandana, Frank and others, not suffer the same fate?
Please answer these questions so that I can tell you the rest of the story of my life. In the meantime, this really happened to me. This story is neither a copy nor a fantasy of this story of my life.
