Enter Me

Di is my childhood friend.

She is now the mother of three young cute daughters. Although she is a capable, positive and bubbly woman, she hasn’t been very fortunate in relationships as the three daughters were from two men who she no longer has a relationship with.

She tells me that she is moving away to live in another country.

‘Where are you moving to?’ I ask.

She tells me she is immigrating to Iran.

‘Are you immigrating to Iran?’ I feel I need her confirmation although I have heard what she said.

She tells me that she is now with her partner who is an Iranian. He is doing import and export business. They are going to spend winter in Iran and summer here.

Also with me is my childhood friend, Shu. Shu, Di and I used to be part of a circle of friends. Shu lies there on the ground with one leg bent, the other on top of it.

‘You know there are two Chinese herbs you women can use for contraception.’ He says.

I wonder why he starts such a topic as I am not sure what to say. I have a look at my sister who is nearby. She doesn’t know what to say either. We think a guy talking such things is somewhat funny but in the meantime it’s hard to respond for a woman.

‘You know some women take injections but that doesn’t mean they are that clean.’ He continues.

Again my sister and I remain silent. I wonder if what he meant refers to contraceptive injections. If so, he was right of course as injection can be an effective and hassle free contraceptive method but that doesn’t mean a man (from his point of view) is having safe sex.

It appears Shu is very open about this subject. I feel very safe, and ask him the following question:

‘Does that mean… you don’t mind using condoms then?’

‘Not at all.’ He replies.

I start to like him. It is easy for me to accept such an honest and considerate man. He seems to have nothing to hide and he deals with real issues in life with a mature attitude. I move close to him and lie down next to him.

We cuddle together. His arms wrap around me. I respond passionately. I don’t know what is it that’s between him and me but there is certainly some connection. In his arms I feel warm and safe. He is like my rock. I yearn for him to enter me as that seems to be the most natural thing to happen.

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I was somewhat half asleep and half awake, realising hubby was holding me tight. He was awake too. It was mid-night.

I also realised that the warm and fuzzy feeling in my dream was exactly the feeling I was having now with hubby. Shu, the person in my dream, was nothing but a substitute figure for hubby. The feeling was the same - the warmth, the connection, the acceptance, the yearning…

Apparently hubby was in the same mood and state as me. We made passionate love... then drifted to sleep...