"Do we need to renew the contract?" Ben asked after getting off the motorcycle he was riding and removing the helmet from Maureen's head.She had agreed to watch Ben compete at the rink because of the invitation after the failed kiss in the pantry.Yes, Maureen thought she could get a quick heat session between the adrenaline rush of being in a public place. Instead, Ben kept his distance and laughed at her with satisfaction.Though Maureen had already surrendered when the young man she was with gathered her hair in one tug, giving free access to the curve of her slender neck.Ben had succeeded in tormenting her, torturing her desire for more. Just imagining the pressure in the apartment's pantry makes Maureen twitch violently.Her body had very well recorded every previous struggle with Darren and was able to react afterwards. Maureen thought being with Ben would be just like the events with her exes that ended due to rejection down there."What needs renewing?" asked Maureen, curiou
"Still not working, ma'am."Iqlima was frustrated that the five payment cards she had in her wallet could not be used to pay for breakfast at one of the hotel's restaurants. She had spent the whole night resting, introspecting, praying to the Creator.Friends? She didn't want to share her sorrow if she was only subjected to pseudo-defense or even blasphemy that would spread family disgrace. Not to mention the gossip and reproaches that become a mine of sin.Family? Should Iqlima's parents be disappointed to see their child's household?Moreover, the blame must be placed on her. Because of Iqlima's decision to keep working, because of bed affairs until Darren chose another woman, then which part could Iqlima tell without hurting anyone?In the end, she would only be trapped in a dilemma."Here, have you tried it?" Iqlima handed over the last card, her debit card with a low limit from her government job.The waitress took the card from her to the cashier, then back to the table where Iq
"How much did I get?" Maureen approached Angga who seemed to be dealing with the bookie."Not bad." Angga showed the pink sheet of money that finally passed into Maureen's hand.Angga was right, it wasn't much for hand-to-hand combat that required a doctor's care when you saw Maureen's opponent lying on the arena floor covered in bruises.Angga shuddered once, imagining that every woman Ben knew was not 'normal' in his expectations. Unlike his sister, Angga who was far from tough, Resti always asked for his help with trivial things like opening jar lids.He handed over Maureen's bag and blazer, watching her transfer some money into a branded wallet. Angga is increasingly convinced that Maureen is an expensive woman who does not need a man as a protector.The same concept he learned from Dera, Ben's late wife, before meeting his 'soulmate'. Perhaps a woman needs to first find a partner who can thrill her, then she can defeat her inner ego.Angga's guess is that Maureen does not have a
Angga combs through Maureen's bound hair, letting her fly with her strongest passion. He sat down, propped his hands behind his body and continued to watch the dexterity of the boneless protruding object that continued to dampen his tension."Maureen, hah ...." Sighs and whimpers continued to escape, responding to the lips wrapped around Angga's manhood. It descended slowly and tightened, sucking away all consciousness.Angga's waist lifted. His big hand gripped the back of Maureen's head, restraining her movement before he launched a million seeds without exception.Maureen choked, letting go in a rush as she covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom. The coughing and retching that could be heard repeatedly from inside the echoing room made Angga giggle.He pulled his big pants up to his waist again and lay down, staring at the ceiling. He hadn't even known Maureen all day, but they could be in a small room and Angga got his first release."Are you okay, Maureen?" Angga shouted weakl
"Please enjoy it, sir."The waiter served a cup of coffee that was still hot on the table, while the customer was still busy with the tablet computer in hand, watching the women across the room."Thank you," nodded the customer, declining the waiter's offer of another menu item. He was trying to figure out the woman who was talking to his wife there.He didn't know much about his wife other than her family background and interesting personality from the information obtained from the religious institution where they met. They were also not close during middle school due to the gender segregation of learning activities.They did talk about their likes and dislikes on the first night, but even that did not guarantee harmony in the bedroom. It wasn't just about the bed, but also the thoughts that evolved over time."What's up, Bro?" Another man came over, taking the seat across from him. They were obviously more than eleven years apart, but the cousin seemed to have more experience with w
Early in the morning, Maureen still hasn't closed her eyes even though Angga has completed the second release that lasted quite a while. She don't know which part of the room they haven't used in finding the right position without getting dressed.Even lying down, Maureen is still suffering from caresses that can increase her sensual libido. Angga feels at home, playing with Maureen's core which has reached pleasure many times."How did you know that I rarely fuck?" Even with just one man, Maureen has to work hard to look like an expert tease. Are her movements still too stiff?"Can I be a little vulgar?" asked Angga as he moistened the small bulge at the front of Maureen's hole with the tip of his tongue. "It might sound pornographic to you.""What the hell is asking for permission?" Between wanting to see Angga's game and being annoyed that he kept questioning her, Maureen tried to sit against the headboard.Angga crawled up the bed, opening the gap that Maureen had closed. He lay d
"I'll take you home?" Angga questioned their destination after walking out the door.Night followed day, and ended in the afternoon. Even standing up, Maureen's knees were very tight, but she didn't want to look weak due to the slicing sensation in her intimate parts.Although the tempo of Angga's play was relatively slow, it still left painful blisters. Whereas other couples seemed to be fine despite doing it repeatedly. [What's wrong?]"How?" Angga repeated his question.The elevator they entered went down to the ground floor, until they turned into the two-wheeled parking area. Only then did Maureen answer, "No, I'm staying at Ben's place.""You guys--""Just friends." Maureen emphasized the relationship that she had already mentioned to the man before Angga guessed further. "He wouldn't be as brave as you to ask me... well, you know, like we were last night."She did not say more, especially about the secret contract he had with Angga's best friend.Angga nodded her understanding.
Maureen had been complaining of boredom ever since Darren left her in the sprawling compound that looked more like a Balinese villa. Each small detached building served a different function, one of which became Maureen's room as he carried her in after fulfilling his passionate desires on the passenger seat of the car.Darren doesn't even bother to dress her as she falls asleep in his arms. The mature man Maureen once adored in the past continues to savor every encounter of their skin. The light touch was just a gentle caress, to the tugs that should have invited desire.However, Maureen is too tired.Angga drains her energy and sleep, and Darren doesn't tolerate it. Not only was every joint broken, but hers was still hot and sore from the painful repetitive friction."I'll be back later." Darren's heavy, seductive voice signaled that morning had come again.Time in Maureen's world the past few days had seemed to race by, too fast for her to feel fully rested.During their night toget
"Hi, handsome! Looks like you really like Maureen, seeing as my cell phone is still intact," said the young man whose name I didn't remember. Only his face was still familiar despite his long hair. He became Maureen's backrest while sitting on the stool opposite the bartender's table."You can keep my new number. Just type in Aaron."I didn't care about the way he introduced himself. I had only come to pick Maureen up and hoped she was still living where we had last made out.First impression when I opened her room, it was messy. I wasn't used to seeing things scattered all over the place other than our clothes as we stripped each other. The Maureen I knew had miraculous cleaning habits although not as perfect as her twin brother."What's the matter with this, Rin?" My question went unanswered, Maureen was completely stoned as she lay on her bed. I took my place beside her, observing the changes in the contours of her face which looked fuller than the last time we met. The strands of
I was abandoned again this morning. There was no one in my room other than the marks on the wet sheets. The smell of cum was so strong even on my naked body, on my cheeks too.An illusion?I rolled to the edge of the bed, but the pain in my groin made me crawl slowly. Last night's perpetrator really took advantage of the opportunity.I remember Aaron coming in last night, then another guy took me. Aaron said he wasn't interested in women, was last night the same guy he called sexy?His message this morning on the screen of the cell phone I just picked up confirmed the truth. The sexy man still has Aaron's number activated.But does he need to know I'm pregnant?Oh, yes. Do I need to take another test this morning to make sure? I drank so much last night and had so much sex, it should be coming out already, right?Stupid Maureen! I cursed myself as I noticed the large amount of cum coming out of my vagina. There was no blood at all.Looks like the hot guy even played with my hand.I lo
Still having to understand Maureen's busy schedule, I got into another habit. Chatting with a date on an app. It wasn't just about sex, although that was the initial trigger of the introduction.White Fox--she doesn't want others to know her identity when it comes to sex. She never actually met any of her acquaintances, other than me. She said, anyway. What can be trusted from online acquaintances?This time we promised to meet, to make sure the photos we received from each other were real. Without knowing faces, of course.The fox mentioned a club, not the upstairs part of the club where drinking and dancing usually took place, but gambling through martial arts action in the hidden basement of the city's high-rise buildings. She would see me first with a sign, a victory in the new fighter challenge session."Just because I mentioned martial arts, she actually challenged me." My mind underestimated the battle scene amidst the cheering humans.Unlik
My first year here, the fall season that just started, was very busy. Maybe it's the culture shock effect too. Talking to native speakers made me slower to digest other people's conversations. Unfortunately, Zac Efron was in the same room as me, the substitute lecturer.While the man whose real name was Aaron Cohen was busy explaining averaging down as one of the tricks of massive stock purchases, I was imagining what might have happened on the night of our date. He said I was fierce enough to kick his manhood, and then... the fragments of memories of touching a man without remembering a face were troubling me."You sure nothing happened that night?" I asked after our introductory pleasantries when class was over.Aaron gave a long mumble, placing his index book on his chin suspiciously. He clarified, "I didn't do anything with you, but another guy did. He was pretty hot while wrestling with you."Wow! Am I that wild to let someone else see my bed activities? Just imagining it makes m
"It's okay to leave you alone, right?" More like a notification than a request for permission, Maureen was always like that, on her own.I don't know what kind of relationship we had, just physical interaction every time we met, other than that... she and I seemed to be in different worlds. I've come all the way across the continent to see her, through hot nights that I feel like I need a long rest, and she's so noisy unpacking the pile of papers on the desk with the excuse, "I have class this morning."Well, what could I respond to in my half-awake, half-cocked state. The habit on a cold morning, already exhausted and drained from the night, of still being able to stand upright.Maureen is my fiancée, on purpose. There were things I couldn't explain to Maureen about our relationship that changed too quickly. From being just sleeping buddies, without dating, to having a status. Maybe marriage was included? It was also the design of someone who was quite close to Maureen."What time d
I was surprised when Angga-my fiancé-arrived when my date had just left. Our 17-hour-plus-flight relationship did not limit our interactions with the opposite sex, including sex.The agreement from the start of our relationship was openness. There was no way I could prevent Angga from fulfilling his needs when we started out as a one-night stand. Sex. It's a match. I got engaged because there were no other candidates, while my scandal with Uncle Darren needed to be diverted so that Grandpa's company wouldn't collapse due to the drop in stock prices."You didn't tell me when you were leaving!" I protested after our recent struggle. "I was worried, you know?"Even if he sends me thousands of fake roses, I won't easily give in to his apology for surprising me without any news. Yes, fake roses because real flowers make me sneeze.The previous two days I was like a crazy person who kept drinking alcohol because I had no outlet. Usually Angga would invite me to have phone sex in the midnigh
"Uncle, here ...." Maureen's voice was still echoing in my head, even the scene from last night was briefly repeated in the short dream just now."Shit ...." I cursed the front of my pants, which turned out to be damp and sticky. It was only a fleeting dream on the way, but it was enough to make me take another shower.The distance between Boston and NYC should have taken less than three hours, but I needed time to clean up after half the trip. It could have been longer if I'd taken public transportation. Luckily I still had my cell phone to contact the driver, as well as the cell phone of the young man Maureen was dating.Stupidly, I even replayed the video that recorded the vulgar scene between us. When Maureen inserted mine into her very erotically, I woke up too."Is this really like being a widower?" I lamented my reflection in the mirror of the dressing table that was the facility of the motel room at the highway stop.Moving to the dressing table and resting the cell phone ther
"When are you coming out, anyway?" asked the woman on top of me, who was still riding like a horse controller around the stables at high speed. Her hoarse voice sounded tired, but there was no sign that the rider was about to collapse.I just enjoyed the sensual view from the surface of the bed that I thought was too narrow for the two of us to occupy. While removing the hair from her damp face, while touching the softness of her sweat-soaked skin, I... felt deja vu.Eight years ago, when she did the same thing, when I was completely unaware of her existence. My first moment with her could not be replaced by any other woman."Uncle ...." She moans, lowering the speed of her hip shaking as she bends over. Ah, those warm lips teasing the dark circles on my chest. The slight bite there became very stinging in my head.I recognized her amazing stamina despite being under the influence of alcohol. Maureen repeatedly achieved release, felt from how hers clamped down on me, oozing warmth tha
"Angga is a jerk!" The woman at the edge of the bar counter continued to sip the contents of the glass that had been emptied of ice. She connected to another glass that the barista thrust in front of her in between swearing harshly every time she looked at the extinguished phone screen. "Damn it!"Her name was Maureen Jovita Abraham, a college student who made the most of her empty nights by following the habits of her new friends in a foreign land. And the cell phone's low power added to her frustration with her boyfriend, who had not been forthcoming."Where are you going, motherfucker?!" Her palms pounded on the table, fuming at the loneliness. The drinking partner who had invited her had disappeared into the crowd of music lovers."Rin?" The call came from a voice she hadn't heard in a long time, who else could say her name with the distinctive accent of her home country."You are here?" Maureen tried to lift her head, which was getting heavier from the effects of the drink, to lo