Don't Be Ferocious Dong, Non !
Your White Silk Blouse
“Kneel,”
“Eh?”
“I said, kneel,”
“Kneeled, Non?”
“Ndon't hear? I should scream?”
“No need to shout Non,”
Duhai Gusti, God of the universe,
What the hell's going on? Why am I in such a desperate position?
Although I often imagine that my dreams at night will come true,
in order for my hallucinatory torment to disappear like dust because the world of reality is more pleasant,
so that the shadow of my century in my spare time can be considered real,
but it feels like the events that are currently happening are not real!
Because,
The dominance of Miss Dias why is it so according to my wishes?!
You know what I mean?
In the mortal, we don't always get what we want. God will give us what we need, but man is always dark eyes of lust and eventually blaspheme God who means very good for His creation.
However,
Miss acted the way I wanted. I can't believe it, but I can't move it. Too dear to me indifferent.
I also fulfilled his orders. I banged my knees against the stone floor.
It didn't hurt, but the cold immediately attacked my feet.
I didn't protest, I said at the beginning, if he asked me to enter the abyss I would do, he told me to set myself on fire, I would. I'll even sprinkle gasoline on my own body.
In my eyes, it felt hazy, its figure walking closer.
With clothes I've never seen before, sexy and wild. Spandex material and shiny skin, beautiful and perfect to torment me.
I felt his fingers tracing my chin, then raised my head slightly.
And her beautiful, slightly raucous voice whispered to me,
“You know no, what's your fault?”
I can't answer. I think everything I've been doing all this time is all wrong. “Many Yes Non?” my many.
“Yes clear, lah!” he shouted while brushing my face violently. “You should be punished,”
“Eh? Punished Non?!”
This serious?
The Creator, have I not misheard?!
What punishment did I get? I've cleaned, the car has been washed, the bantex I've put in the room, the clothes have been laundry. Is anyone missing? I don't think anything else is left behind.
If I deserve to be punished I will do it with sincerity as long as nothing torments me like you disappeared all day, or you leave suddenly, or you are not there for more than a day. It's all the same yes. The point is I can't be away from you.
Then in front of my eyes, the graceful Si slowly bent over, then lowered a thin triangular cloth from behind her mini skirt.
Holy hooch!
This time I froze. My mind is out of place.
“N-N-Non?” I doubt this is reality.
Even if I dream I will be very grateful for Your grace, Lord.
You gave me priceless visuals that hopefully when I wake up I didn't you give me forgot.
Miss threw the thin cloth to the side carelessly and approached towards me, our distance is only an inch at the moment..
Then grabbing my hair tight, my head immediately looked up at him.
I'm Pasrah.
Pleased once.
I hope he insults me with obscenities, or covers me if my mistakes are considered too outrageous.
“Satisfy me,” so he said.
Heh? I didn't hear wrong, did I?!
“Non?” mumamku doubtful.
This beautiful figure slowly lifted her skirt.
And ...
“Danar?”
And...
“Danar Woyy!!”
I also opened my eyes.
Dugm! Dugm! Dugm!
“Danar!! Open door! This rain! Ah how the hell!!” the voice screamed, coming from outside the car.
“Eh?” I looked to the side. I saw Miss out there, soaked with raindrops soaking in her hair and clothes.
Oh my goodness I overslept! Where the car is parked in the front yard anyway.
I pressed the key and Miss entered in a hurry.
“What are you doing anyway?! I miskol many times!! I finally found a car around the parking lot and it was raining! Sleep is dead!!” kirana exclaimed My heart furiously while lapping my arm in annoyance.
“Sori Non,” mumbled
Then suddenly I felt a strange feeling in my clothes, something uncomfortable and damp.
My eyes reflexively lowered, and I realized that...
Oh, my God... I just had a wet dream.
"I almost called a taxi online if you don't see me! I'm not even answered! Why don't you park in the basement, huh?! If you enter the parking attendant easily track it!!” annoyed. Echoing in my ear her beautiful voice, scolded me as she pleased.
The tone that rhymed rhymed like a khayangan symphony. Tickling my drum like an unhinged verse.
It feels good to hear, if only I hadn't bothered to look for a pillow to cover up the stain of my sincerity that was imprinted in front of my brown chino pants!
Uh! There's that damn pillow, I'm looking for it in the backseat.
So as fast as lightning I grabbed that soft object and I put it on my lap. While Nonaku still ranting that he has another meeting appointment with the next client, and he can't go wet like this.
The cramped car room became congested due to the frustrated cries of the heavenly midwife.
Today, she wears a white and brown suit, a long silk blouse with a Hermes belt, and a tight skirt made of light brown. That's why I also wear white shirts and brown pants to match him.
“So how is your responsibility, my shirt wet all this?!”
“Past time yes Non change clothes, reschedule first meeting?” my suggestion while reflexively looking at my eyes turned towards her wet clothes.
Then I realized it was fatal.
His red bra was clearly splashed on the back of his silk white shirt.
The Pursuit of Love
Wishing the love of the inhabitants of Nirvana
But in his footsteps he was despicable
The angel instead of longing even insulted
Hey, Danar Sanjaya
Your stupidity is rampant
Condition your eyes to Miss
Attracted by being lured away
Just don't let your mouth open
Your mission is luring Miss Jelita
Not even to embarrass the family!
"You where!” exclaimed Miss while plucking my face with her hands and clasping it to the side.
Duh, the spiciness of your slap, Love...
Fix, I don't wash my face until tomorrow.
“Reflex, Non,” muttered me while starting the car engine.
I have trouble conditioning this facial expression so as not to grin at the teeth.
If I smile because I was slapped, he might even run away because of fear.
"We're home! Speeding it! Meeting at the next place at 1, 30 minutes from now! Watch out late! Not only your salary that I cut, but you have to overtime so ART a week clean my house is not paid! Clear?!" Excited annoyed.
I'm sorry for this contemptible thing, but my lips smile without my control.
Hey, heart prick
Your words just provoked my bad soul.
Yesterday you asked me to find ART because the old madam had to go home because she was married.
And now you're asking me to be your ART for a week without a salary?
Who do you think I am?
A lowly man whose pride you can step on as sweet as ever?!
YES, you are right.
Yes, that's definitely me.
I'll definitely want to too!
So with pleasure, I pressed the gas pedal and turn this car towards the famous road route often jammed long.
So that you're late to your meeting and your clothes dry themselves by the car AC.
It's a vision of what you're going to give me.
But I'm not takabur, because I know, my struggle, a Danar Sanjaya, is still long.
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