"Satya!"I turned my head as the call directed at me was heard as the footsteps approached. Seeing a mature woman in casual clothes that accentuated every curve of her body didn't appeal to me at all. A low-cut blouse that showed a tight cleavage and a tight knee-length skirt in one color. Black."What else?" My hands were in the pockets of my material pants as I entered the open elevator followed by the woman.She tied back her long hair to show the firm line of her collarbone. Starting to get interesting. "Dad wants you to go back to control," she said, forcing me to exhale harshly.The posture I could straighten up when walking in public, lowering the angle of my shoulders limply. Seeing father for just a few minutes was like facing years of torture. I could still feel the twitches from the bleeding wound at the corner of my temple caused by the throwing of the fake flower vase."What for?" Just adding to the mask of falsehood like she did?"Try it first."My laughter instantly boom
"Interested?" I opened the door wide, letting my sister into the... messy room, then closed the door again.My sister is the woman a few years above me with a youthful look. She took a tissue from the cabinet and cleaned her face using the liquid from the bag she had left behind. "Where is she?" she asking."The balcony." I pointed at the open door that displayed a panoramic view of the cloudless sky outside."Are you crazy, Sat?" She shook her head and frowned at me simultaneously. She should have blamed the personality disorder gene passed down from our parents and the way we were raised."She's an exhibitionist." I braced myself against the doorframe as the woman watched Rena on her back without any body covering. "Just look.""Wh-who is there?" Rena stammered. She almost rolled over, held back as I sat on her groin and pulled on both tops of her breasts which produced a loud sigh."My sister. Windy." I pointed at the figure who was still transfixed by my and Rena's interaction."Y
"Ben?" Rena's glassy gaze as she grabbed my arm was tedious. This wasn't the only time I found her losing to Satya's crazy game.Wait. Just now, I was also caught up in the madness of a man named Satya by feeling hers which instantly made me insecure. Crazy! How much can I suffocate in my mouth."It hurts!" Rena's shriek sounded when I reached for my clothes.Reflexively I turned around and saw how that bastard was hanging Rena's desire by continuing to tease her without unification. Our gazes met, fighting each other's ego.I took the lubricant from the medicine box, then placed the clothes I was almost wearing on the nearest chair. My knees climbed onto the same bed, where Rena was enjoying Satya's touch until she closed her eyes.I opened the lid of the small tube and dispensed the entire contents over Satya's head. "I'm not a gay, Dog!""Shit!" Satya pushed me until I felt the back of my head painfully hit the floor.Both my legs were raised up, but it was easy for me to roll to m
"I can't stop, Ren." Ben's words are like a mantra in my ears, evoking ridiculous explosions in my stomach. His every touch continues to reach the desire I'm desperately holding back.Although not as full as Satya's before who kept attacking without pause, Ben was always able to tease every surface of the skin he touched. I drifted in his arms when passion came rolling through my consciousness.Without removing his possession from my flooded cleavage, my body felt so light, lifted to move in a dimly lit room without illumination. The softness brushing my back next deepened the sensation of pressure from Ben's body resting on top of mine. The glint of his eyes in the dark briefly hypnotized me, mesmerizing me in the truest sense of the word.Ben wasn't like Satya commanding me to let go of everything and I was unsure of the furthest limits I could reach with him. My ears were deafened from any sound other than my constant calls for his name.Ben submerged himself inside me. Each of his
"I don't really know which is okay, Rei." I leaned back on the sofa—that had a long sloping back—after throwing the bottles all at once on the table of the girl in the white coat who was in the same room as me. "Don't give me drugs like this again."The owner of the Reisya Nugraha nameplate with the title of mental medicine specialist and psychiatrist apparently chose to sit in her oversized chair rather than approach me. She said, "How long are you going to be like this, Satya?"How long? I laughed at her baseless question. "Which context do you need to limit, Rei?" I straightened my back, then rested my arms on my knees to lean back, interested in the subject."Last time your father had to silence the people who witnessed your hot harassment in the apartment elevator."Reisya seemed to pull her coffee-flavored paper cup closer to her lips. Sexy. She always looks good even when she's covered up, from the sweater that covers her neck to the dark trousers on her legs. I was always curi
I even followed Satya again. I always couldn't bear to see his eyes glaze over, like he was begging even though I knew how cruel he really was. "Where are you taking me, Sat?"The roadside was lined with dense trees, some of which were so tall that the leaves formed sky umbrellas. It was too shady."Remember my old house?" He steered the wheel, turning the vehicle under his control towards the giant gate that opened as soon as we arrived.I definitely recognized this place. The mansion he once used for a pool party and ended up with our naked scene in the center of many eyes. "Don't tell me you--""I need a thrill, Rei."Just thinking about it, makes the thighs under my skirt rub together. Ticklish and hot at the same time. My fingers move to press against his knees in turn. Restless. He's provoking my passion through words alone. "Isn't this enough, Sat?""Rei! We both know and understand. Please, let's play again. I'll make sure you enjoy this." I watched Satria's big hands shift ge
I tilted to my left side, facing Satya who was as innocent as I was. My right leg was raised up as he released the tension in my cleavage that had become slippery from repeated climaxes. It still hurt when he filled me. So full.Satya curled up slightly. His lips reached for the peak of my slickness in front of me, sucking as hard as he could until it felt like I too was sucked into a wild imagination."Bite down, Sat...," I pleaded in a voice that turned out to be... hoarse. My mouth continued to open, escaping a whimper every time his thrusts pressed deep.Satya actually bit my peak. Painful, but amused as well. Satya's face, looking up at me, looked adorable as he did so. He switched to sucking the right one while twisting his fingers on the left one. It was hard for me not to scream when the sucking alternated with nibbling and tugging that tugged at my arousal."Want more?""Want more ...." Obviously I accepted Satya's every offer.
"Satya... ah!"I kept listening to Rena saying my name despite being in the game of many men. She seemed to be enjoying herself and was so... sexy.A shiny body, either sweat or cum, and her messy hair was sticky and wet.I felt like I was watching a live broadcast of a blue movie. The exquisite sound of her screams every time she was entered from various sides, the clap of skin against skin, and the satisfaction of seeing that passionate face.I took a deep drag of the nicotine stick in my fingers, then confirmed the position of the camera that was filming them.I'm eager to join in, to break up the atmosphere I'm used to seeing. Rena is different. She's my most favorite toy. Touching her is like an addiction that I can't stop.But this time is different. Maybe it's the effect of the drug? Seeing Rena like this, my brain is full of desire to enjoy her, but down here it suddenly dysfunctions.Damn psychiatrist! She made me impotent?Shit! I gotta get out!Rena in the center of the aban
"Did you choose to settle here?" This was Maureen's question. I've gotten to know her better since moving to this country. Maybe a few blocks apart, but close enough to do our weekly shopping together."Ben said he had some business, so I guess his offer for me to stay here until graduation wasn't a bad choice," I explained as I pushed our shopping trolley into the trunk of the car, while Maureen looked tired from pushing the babies' stroller."Yeah..., I think your choice isn't bad. I can have someone to talk to too while you guys aren't back yet." Her intonation was clearly hopeful.For me who barely had any friends, moving around more than expressing what I felt, being friends with Maureen was a luxury. She was quite chatty, and I barely had anything to talk about other than responding to her."The twins really enjoy sleeping ...." I glance at the presence of Maureen's babies. Boys.I thought Maureen had a special relationship with Ben, but she ended up marrying Angga. I guess I wa
"Are we really moving there together?" Rena questioned after seeing the e-ticket I had on my phone screen. Well, that was a bit of a surprise. "It depends on how long you want to stay there." Since the visa Rena applied for was also for non-immigrants, it was valid only during the student exchange. If she wanted to extend it as a tourist or even stay, I wouldn't mind. In fact, for the time being, it might be better for Rena to take a vacation or find something that isn't tiring. The previous incident that took away our future child sometimes made Rena shed tears. "How are you doing?" Rena asked again. She continued to fix the toga I was wearing. Even though there was no departmental photo session and it was okay to take off all the graduation gear attached to my body. The weather lately has been in favor of taking off my clothes. "Which job is it?" I moved closer to Rena's side, looking at the photos of the camera she had just taken from the tripod, used earlier to capture moments
"Any hurt?" I asked after finding Rena pinched between the passenger bench and the protective airbag. At least I could still breathe a sigh of relief knowing Rena could still walk out after the collision just now.I saw Satya still on the driver's seat, pressed against the door next to him that was wrenched in. He was unconscious.Maybe someone could say that I was really reckless in crashing the motorcycle into the car carrying Rena, and the four-wheeled vehicle swerved to avoid me. It was partially destroyed by the road divider.Me? Well, I'm fine with a little friction on the skin of my arm from being dragged on the asphalt when I let go of the motorcycle I was riding earlier. After all, the injuries I got before were much more. All of this... is nothing."Ben? How could you...," Rena was holding my waist, more like she was pulling my arm to rest on her shoulder, "you still have to need rest?""Think of yourself, Rena!" I refused, feeling that she was much more in need of help."Me?
A few months in a second-floor room in a Somerville neighborhood, about an hour away from campus by public transportation, was not so foreign to me. It was like sharing a house with strangers without interfering in each other's private affairs.Shared common spaces, with private rooms. Don't forget the private bathroom for me. It's a bit more expensive than the rent for other residents' rooms, but it's better than having to wait in line at a crucial time.This morning I was surprised by the arrival of a thousand white roses, the delivery courier said. It's a good thing they weren't real roses, or I would have acted like I had a cold all day.Who knows about my allergy other than close friends? Uncle Darren has 'almost killed me' many times for giving me real flowers.By the way about Uncle Darren, I offered him to redo our relationship completely from scratch. As a good cousin, not based on desire that I know is hard to resist.Who could resist a Maureen?Okay, call me narcissistic. A
"We need to talk, Uncle." Maureen almost pushed the blanket off her legs when Darren nodded. In his opinion, they needed to settle their dangling relationship outside of the decisions of the people around them. They had the freedom to decide their future regardless of the stigma attached to Maureen snatching Darren. "Yeah, we have to," Darren smiled instantly even though the airline's departure announcement seemed to delay them, "but later. See ya." The man signaled his departure by pointing outside. Of course Maureen clearly knew she had to wait for Darren to meet her. However, the flight--which she had read on the internet--lasting for over eight hours until arriving at the transit airport further strengthened her curiosity. "Shit!" There wasn't the slightest hint of enjoyment in any of the amenities that could divert his curiosity. The airline's signature main course reminded her of eating with Angga even though it was served in small portions. The expensive wine offered by th
"Yes, Grandpa gave me a first class ticket. It's really cool, isn't it?" After going through the check-in section, Maureen dragged her suitcase through the corridor directed by the attendant to be placed on the flight baggage entry rail while continuing her phone call to a friend on the other side. "Not really. I've only ever been on private jets."It wasn't just a different island, but also a different continent. Serena's friend had already left for another country."I and Angga just let it flow. We don't have to get married quickly." Maureen's steps quickened as she looked at the white gold band-like watch around her left wrist. Her departure time was just around the corner. She needed time to relax her waist for a moment."Are you sure he can stay with you so far away?" Serena's question had been a long consideration for Maureen to maintain a relationship with Angga until it needed to be discussed.Angga's time-consuming profession sometimes made Maureen doubt if the man was only o
"What, huh?" Angga tapped each of Maureen's fingers that hung in the air as they grasped each other, comparing the same shape that differed in size. "My family is not very close." Every time they met face to face, they would smile at each other, considering the accident as part of fate. "Is that how you get along?" Maureen recalled how Erlan, who was also a doctor under her father's position, could talk as light as a feather when they met. There was indeed a conversation that was avoided, and Maureen's curiosity led to questions until Angga, who was usually to the point, pulled out the trump card he wanted. "Well, just to say hello. Not more." Angga straightened his back, placing it against the glass wall of the room as he looked at the dark sky outside. Clear without clouds. "So, there's not much we can invite from your family?" asked Maureen, looking for ways to pry information using the alibi of their wedding needs. Angga's narrow eyes widened in amazement. "You said you haven
"M.J. Abraham...," said the man who made Angga turn to the clapping hands nearby, "it's Angga's surprise, ihuh?" A couple of people Angga knew greeted him in turn, then Resti joined their small circle. Maureen reflexively followed Angga even though she felt she had never seen that two people before, she was a bit surprised by the title the man had given them as if they had known each other before. "Wow, Uncle Erlan and Aunt Iren came too!" Resti offered two glasses of drinks on trays carried by the waiters and was immediately greeted with a look of friendliness. Perhaps confused, or rather observing, Maureen had to take a quick look at each face near her in turn. There was no falseness that came to her from Angga's life, including the family that came. They were even newly reunited. "Can't word on your candidate, here." The woman called Aunt Iren chimed in. Although the knee-length dress she wore was formal with long sleeves and no special accents, she had her own charisma behind
A dark SUV pulled up in front of a spacious ironwood house, dropping off a pair of people who seemed perfectly matched in both appearance and body language. The sturdy old building in front of them was surrounded by a heavy guard, reinforcing the notion that an important event was taking place inside."Do we have to come like this?" asked the woman, adjusting the skirt of her evening blue satin dress to cover her ankles. A headpiece of similar material was pinned with a simple silver hoop, adding to the expensive nature of the overall look.She regretted the impression of a family that had to look perfect at all events despite the fact that they were going through a long war of contention that had yet to be resolved. From legal settlements regarding the division of joint property during marriage, to custody matters and the accompanying financing.Iqlima could use the alibi of Darren's infidelity if he still insisted on taking their three children from her side. It wasn't just snippets