"Why do you keep holding it?" Satya chuckled, apparently I had been observed for some time.I was just playing with my index finger along his neck. Uh, that glance of his that almost looks like he's still closed looks sexy. All I know is that he fell asleep after putting everything he had into me.Yes, the lovemaking felt very different from usual. It was just me and Satya, no cameras or other people. I could still feel the liquid from our lovemaking running down my groin, probably wetting our bedding as well. Oh, it's so hard to compare the difference with the sweat on the white sheets."I just saw this." With no need to mask my curiosity, I pointed at the engraved knitting. "You don't usually add tattoo like this."I guessed that the row of symbols might be a code that formed letters. A name? A place? A date? Aren't things like measuring memories in the form of tattoos trending these days?"Curious?" It was rare to see the sincerity of a smile on Satya's lips. Most of the strokes th
Satya carried me to another room of the house. It was much more closed than the previous room with dim lighting. I could not resist being bound and gagged.Tell what, my body responded. My lower abdomen continues to suppress the maddening turmoil. Even without penetration, I was... aroused. How to explain it?My breathing seemed to be cut short by the desire that filled my chest. My nipples were more sensitive every time they rubbed against anything. Yes, anything. Even being thrown onto the bed on my stomach made me squirm."You're getting heavy," Satya complained. From the smell of smoke, I could tell Satya was smoking again even though I couldn't see it. "How many months have you not exercised? No contraception?"How can I answer if I'm shut down like this? Besides, why would he ask that?If he's asking about exercise, I'm used to breaking a sweat on the bed, do I still need exercise if I'm exhausted myself?Satya moved in front of me, sat down as if on his knees and looked down un
"So..., can we still meet again?" I confirmed Rena's answer, probably for the tenth time since waking up this morning. And the last time was right now, when I parked the car at the crossroads leading to the house Rena and Ben lived in.Can I let go again this time?Knowing Rena chose to take a study abroad experience, even if it's only for a year, seems difficult for me. Just as soon as she got married, we could meet and steal time to play around as long as we were still in the same city. However, a dozen hours flight apart?If I could still look for other women like I used to... in a day I could probably hook up with ten women at once, or more? Men are also fine with me as long as they have holes."I still can't believe that you can act like a teenager in love like this." Rena sounded dismissive of me. It was obvious she said it while laughing.The first time I met her, it seemed like Rena was much more outspoken with all her behavior. Not selling out like this, baiting men to say fi
"Ren?" I continued to call her name despite being passed by. "Rena! Weren't you listening to me earlier?""I'm not deaf, Ben!" Rena shouted back without stopping her steps across the living room to end up in the kitchen. Is she ignoring me?"Where are you from?" I wanted to embrace her, but thinking again about whose car Rena had gotten out of, my body stiffened. Standing on the border of the open kitchen facing the swimming pool. My fingers remain open-grasped, empty and numb. There were still traces of bruises on my knuckles that I hadn't had time to heal."You asked after leaving me?" Rena's question forced me to turn my head, watching her pour the contents of water from the bottle in the refrigerator into the glass she wanted to drink while babbling, "Didn't you think that I didn't bring anything yesterday? I have no money and no phone! Think it!"I knew, and deliberately let Rena think that she needed me. But when I returned, Rena had disappeared from where I left her. I couldn'
"Do you really live here alone?" asked Maureen to Angga after going through the sliding door typical of shophouses opened to their full width. The parking area in front was spacious, about five meters uphill from the main road. Meanwhile, the first floor showed an empty room like a former clothing store, leaving headless statues and iron rails on the walls. "Yes, my sister sometimes drops by when she's not on regional assignment." Angga pushed the sliding door again in the opposite direction until it closed after making sure that two people with him had entered. "Where did the stuff go here first?" It was Ben's turn to ask. As Ben recalled, the room used to be full of all kinds of clothes and tended to be piled up like a warehouse because the owner was no longer trading. "Selling at a loss. It was enough to pay for medical school admission." Angga didn't sugarcoat his family's economic situation, of course education came first when he and his sister couldn't continue the family bu
In the predominantly white room with various wooden ornaments including the massive window frames, there is no sound other than the intermittent sighs and continuous pounding of a pair of humans without any cover on the bed. The woman squatted over the man holding her waist, pressed deeply into the object entering her snatch, then lifted her buttocks high until the long object was almost released, then repeated the same movement. The long hair behind her continued to swing in various directions at random. Her body was already very wet with sweat, dripping from her tired face that was forced to shake by the hand holding her. "Uncle, please .... It hurts ...." She begged, but wasn't sure what for. Wanting to stop, her body continued to seek relief from the growing tingles down there. He did stop moving her waist up, but his grip on her hips swallowed his manhood with great force. The twitching sensation he felt seemed to suck away his entire reality, he felt catapulted by the ultima
"Are you sure want to work here again?" Angga repeated his question again as he escorted Maureen to the entrance of her office. The glass walls were dazzling, reflecting the morning light from where they had parted."I can't keep depending on you." Maureen got off the back seat of Angga's motorcycle and handed him the helmet that had been removed from her head. "I'm not a girl who can accept being given things by a guy who has nothing to do with me."Being under Angga's care, it seemed like Maureen felt like gaining weight especially with the man's attention. Even without being asked, Angga is willing to hug her every time she feels scared of facing the dreams that come.It was nothing more than a hug, even though Maureen knew Angga was struggling to restrain himself.Maureen tied up her long hair that had not received any care in the past few days other than the usual shampooing every time she took a shower. Some of the strands were probably broken because she was not used to wearing
Maureen sneezed badly from the wilted roses on the corner of her desk. It had probably been a few days and no one had moved the bouquet with the anonymous 'Miss U' handwritten greeting card.Somewhat horrified, she chose to throw the thing that would normally make a woman melt into the nearest trash can in a state of sudden nasal congestion. Just a single rose in one of Darren's residences could make hersuddenly lose her appetite, let alone a large series."Really? You don't want to be dropped off?" asked Ben as their working hours drew to a close while Maureen was still struggling with the curve of unfinished reports due to too many passing 'ads'.Maureen really felt guilty for sneezing so loudly that the other employees always questioned her every time she passed in front of the cubicle."Just go ahead. It's okay." Maureen took another sheet of tissue from the box that young man had bought her at lunchtime. Not only was she sneezing, but also her eyes were already watering from some
"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