Akibat ranjang sempit

Mertuaku adalah seorang janda dengan kulit yang putih, cantik, lembut, dan berwajah keibu ibuan, dia selalu mengenakan kebaya jika keluar rumah. Dan mengenakan daster panjang bila didalam rumah, dan rambutnya dikonde keatas sehingga menampakkan kulit lehernya yang putih jenjang.

Sebenarnya semenjak aku masih pacaran dengan anaknya, aku sudah jatuh cinta padanya Aku sering bercengkerama dengannya walaupun aku tahu hari itu pacarku kuliah. Diapun sangat baik padaku, dan aku diperlakukan sama dengan anak anaknya yang lain. Bahkan tidak jarang bila aku kecapaian, dia memijat punggungku.

Setelah aku kawin dengan anaknya dan memboyong istriku kerumah kontrakanku, mertuaku rajin menengokku dan tidak jarang pula menginap satu atau dua malam. Karena rumahku hanya mempunyai satu kamar tidur, maka jika mertuaku menginap, kami terpaksa tidur bertiga dalam satu ranjang. Biasanya Ibu mertua tidur dekat tembok, kemudian istri ditengah dan aku dipinggir. Sambil tiduran kami biasanya ngobrol sampai tengah malam, dan tidak jarang pula ketika ngobrol tanganku bergerilya ketubuh istriku dari bawah selimut, dan istriku selalu mendiamkannya.

American Dream

“What?” Steve was talking to me, but hanging so far out of his bedroom window to smoke I couldn’t hear a damn word.

“You deaf, McNeill? I said – my mom wants to come to the movie.”

“Uhh,” I didn’t want to sound too eager about it – Steve’s mom was hot, like way too hot for anyone’s mom to be, so I just said “okay.”

“Yeah,” he leaned out to take another drag, then ground out the cigarette on the side of the house, “I think she’s pretty bummed these days with all the divorce stuff.”

“That sucks, man.”

SMS SELINGKUH

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Malam dingin dan sedikit rintik2 hujan tapi aku tetap saja membawa motor ku ke jalan untuk menjemput istriku pulang kerja,maklum malam itu dia lembur jadi dia pulang tak seperti biasa. Segera ku tarik gas tuk melaju kan motor ku.

Service Plus SPG Susu

Pagi itu aku harus Berangkat kerja lebih pagi karena pekerjaan kantor yang menumpuk. Ditengah jalan tiba-tiba hujan turun dengan derasnya. Akhirnya aku berteduh di warteg terdekat.

“Wah.. wah.. sialan, kok malah hujan.. numpang teduh ya Bu,” entah sial apa pagi itu, hujan mendadak turun tanpa mendung, aku pun terpaksa menghentikan laju sepeda motorku dan segera berteduh disebuah warung pinggir jalan.
“Ndak apa Dik, memang hujannya deras, kalau diteruskan nanti basah semua bajunya,” jawab pemilik warung, ibu berusia baya seumur ibuku.

MBAK LIMAH, JANDA KESEPIAN

Aku melihat jam di tanganku. Masih lama rupanya. Kira-kira setengah jam lagi waktu kuliah habis. Siang tadi kakak iparku nelepon, memintaku datang ke rumahnya setelah kuliah. Aku bertanya-tanya, karena biasanya hanya abangku saja yang menelponku, menanyakan sesuatu atau memintaku untuk menjaga rumahnya jika dia ada urusan keluar kota.

Rintik-rintik hujan mulai turun semakin lebat. Mbak Limah yang bekerja di rumah abangku ini bergegas ke halaman belakang untuk mengambil jemuran. Kemudian, “Den Mad!”, teriaknya keras dari belakang rumah. Aku berlari menuju arah suaranya dan melihat Mbak Limah terduduk di tepi jemuran. Kain jemuran berhamburan di sekitarnya.

“Den Mad, tolong Mbak Limah bawakan kain ini masuk”, pintanya sambil menyeringai mungkin menahan sakit.
“Mbak tadi tergelincir”, sambungnya.
Aku hanya mengangguk sambil mengambil kain yang berserakan lalu sebelah tanganku coba membantu Mbak Limah berdiri.

The Wet Nurse

Events in childhood shape our destiny. What happens in those formative years may so affect our lives that what follows is as inevitable as if we were a leaf that, once it has fallen into a stream, is carried helplessly away to its ultimate destiny.

Edwin Stearns always knew, down to the day and hour, when a key event in his life occurred: a warm afternoon in August 1879. He was 10 at the time, and had joined his mother Clara and sister Lillian, who was seven, at Oakdale, the family summer retreat. Oakdale consisted of five acres and a sprawling house shaded by tall maples and chestnuts. It overlooked the Hudson River near Stony Point, just north of New York City. His father Elliott, president of First Federal bank, had remained in the city to work.

Dear Diary

Dear Diary

Wednesday, August 28th, 2008 – 8:20am
I’m so excited about tonight! I keep imagining everything that’s going to happen. I mean, my first threesome! Christophe promised me if this works out we can even try different combinations – maybe another guy for me. But for now, I’m curious to see how much I’ll like being with a girl. I’m glad I kind of know Nancy – Mel introduced us at a party. She’s really hot. I’m a bit nervous – what if Chris likes her more?? The thing that struck me most about her was her eyes – huge, huge green eyes with long, black lashes. She has dark, long hair and arched eyebrows, almost as though they’re painted on. But they’re real. When I saw her last, she was wearing bright red lipstick, and bright red shoes to match. The shoes made her taller than me, but I guess we’re pretty much the same height. I remember Chris commenting on how great her butt looked in the tight jeans she had on. I felt jealous for a second, but then I had to agree!

Dad’s Big Mistake

Kyle was a tall muscular 18-year-old. It was summer vacation and he was home almost every day with his mother. Julie was a maternal beauty. She was about six feet, 130 pounds, with long, milky-white legs and big banana-shaped boobs. Kyle often wondered what it would be like to fuck his mother. To prop her feet back on his shoulders and feel his large cock saw in and out of her sweet cunt. He wanted so badly to dump his load deep into her womb, where his mother’s eggs would surely be waiting.

Julie knew her son wanted her. It was obvious by the looks he’d been giving her. A part of her was flattered by her son’s admiration, and any woman would admit, the boy was handsome, but he was her son and she was married to her husband of 20 years, Paul. Given time, she knew her son’s fascination for her would pass.

My First Time with Angela

Angela and I had been dating for a few months and rarely got to see one another for much more than a day a week. Weekends were normally the only days which were available for us to see each other and normally our ‘dates’ were rather stale and uninteresting. I was quite young at the time and was quite easily aroused by just about anything regarding a female.

Our ‘date’ started as any other, the usual awkward encounter involving her parents and I followed swiftly by leaving and wandering aimlessly. It was early summer and Angela still had her pool set up outside of her house, just across the street and incidentally just out of view of her watchful parents. I was in great shape due to Swimming every day for the entirety of the year and certainly wasn’t afraid to take my shirt off around my girlfriend of a few months.

The Reunion

Mike Bronson turned the corner off main street and headed out on Elm Street to the high school he had graduated from some fifteen years ago. He had missed his five and ten year high school reunions do to job constraints, but now it just so happened that he was between writing assignments so he had decided to drive the three hundred miles from Detroit back to his home town in Ohio!!! Central High School stood on the edge of town, and a big sign hung over the front door welcoming everyone to the reunion. Once inside the building, another sign directed the guests to the lunch room, where they could register and pick up a name tag!!! He picked up his tag, went over to the punch bowl and poured himself a drink, and then began circulating around the room trying to find someone he might remember from the old days. It was a voice that came shooting out of the past that made him turn around. “Mike Bronson, I haven’t seen you in years, how have you been, you sure seem to be looking well,” asked a feminine voice?

Mystical Journeys

Her beauty stemmed like a rose. Her hair having the essence of a garden in spring. And her eyes glowed with the truth of love… She stood, breathtakingly on the crest looking up at the full moon. Her hands were spread high above her head. Her slender body was covered with a thin piece of white fabric… It looked… like a ceremonial gown. She was praying to the moon for guidance and enlightenment. Marc’s eyes started to hurt and lowered the binoculars from his eyes. He rubbed the strain from his lids, and looked once again at the crest. She was still there in all her mysterious beauty, baying at the unyielding moon.

First Time Personal Experience

I was seventeen when i lost my virginity. This girl Emily and i had been friends for a long time and we had both messed around with other people but never with each other. We hung out alot and went to prom toghether and everyone would joke that we were dating but we never really did. One night we were sitting on a park bench just hanging out and I said i was concerned, being a senior, that i would enter college a virgin. We agreed that that would not be a good thing and thus made a pact to have sex with each other before December, since we were both set to graduate 6 months early. I didnt take it to seriosly at the time, kinda like a little joke that we could allude to from time to time.