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seth-shitposts · 4 months ago

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Kanan & Dimal

CW// descriptions of dissociation, reference to the grand inquisitor’s suicide attempt, reference to order 66 & everything that followed. Portrayals of slight dermatillomania [i think that’s all the relevant pieces]

UNEDITED AND UNFORMATTED BECAUSE MY INTERNET IS A BITCH

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Backstory+Context:

What I’m adding in is that he had become a temple guard almost immediately after his knighting, that he and the council had thought and agreed it to be a good idea. His connection to the force is atypical, much different from most Jedi. He doesn’t connect in the same way, and it’s far easier for him to be detached. The line of thought for putting him as a temple guard was that it would be highlighting his strength, since a key element of a guard is choosing to forego all attachment and dedicate to the title.

There was a single oversight on all sides, one that would lead to his obsession and therefore his fall. He hadn’t built a strong sense of self. [It’s one thing to have had a sense of self and then choose to let it go in favor of committing to something higher than yourself. It’s another thing entirely to have not had that foundation before hand.] Because he didn’t go through building that in a secure way, it left him liable for insecurities down the line. There’s a lot he didn’t know about himself and he didn’t know how to figure out, or even be aware of it. One of the major things having been why the force had chosen him, because he didn’t have the same innate empathy that Jedi have. It started as a curiosity to learn more about the force and how it works, to go deeper than the base line of understanding. The answer had to be somewhere. He attempted several times over the course of a few years to learn more about the sith as well, but he was declined from those deep dives.

Through his search, he found a series of journals written by one of the founders of the Jedi Order, but only random volumes. He really resonated with this author; they had written a description of their connection to the force that matched his own, and *that* is something he’s never found before. He thought that maybe this author would have written more not just about their struggles, but how they preserved through them, because he had access to the final volume, which painted an ending where they had worked through their struggles, and now would help build the future that their friends are envisioning to help everyone across the galaxy (thus, beginning what becomes The Jedi Order). All of the other volumes were restricted. The harder he tried to gain access, the more obsessed over it he became, which only led to a more firm decline, resulting in him beginning to have doubts.

(Long story short, Palpatine had planted thoughts similarly to as he had with Anakin and swayed his unsureness of himself to a full betrayal of the order)

———

+[Following the events of s1 finale]+

It draws him back to consciousness at a slow pull before thrusting him back in all at once- the sound of life that surrounds him. A breeze that ruffles through leaves and rustles grass, chirps and clicks of different species of insects, hums and songs of avians as their wings flap in time with a heart beat, constant trickling of water.

It’s all soft… no, it’s separated. Far away. Like his head is trapped in a bubble, but the moment the bubble pops, as does the separated gentleness.

And then it’s all so deafening to his sensitive ears, it reminds him not to allow himself to be so vulnerable and ill informed of unknown surroundings in such a vastly open space.

Alarmed and with lightning shooting through his veins, he rushes to sit up, trying to gather his bearings.

Surrounding him are thick forestry. A quick twist to peek behind him gives him two different pieces of information. One being the sight of some ruin, something older than his knowledge as the only thing that still stands is a stone arch of sorts with scribbled writings. The second vital detail is the fire that shoots halfway up his back.

Fire…

Wincing, he tries to shift his lower back away from the blazing pain. As he does, he realizes he’s moving farther into some pool of water his legs are soaking in. The water is the home of some type of strange colored algae that glows with unique flowering floating on it. It takes him a moment to look to his legs through the clearness of the water. Burns that… look like they had rapidly healed.

He withdraws his limbs from the water to inspect them, and the moment he does, the algae no longer glows.

Picking at the healed scarring gently, he tries to piece together…

The last thing I remember… Speaking to Kanan Jarrus, right before I…

Curling his lip, he glares at the flesh on his bones. I threw myself into an exploding… How in the entirely blasted galaxy did I survive that? How did I wind up on… this…

The last person he had seen before his vision was over taken by flames trying to swallow him whole, forcing him to succumb to the burning inferno of pain enveloping him.

Kanan Jarrus.

He shakes his head in disgust. Fucking nobility of a Jedi, their need to save and spare everyone. No matter the monster.

It had been the last choice that would have been my own. And now…

He can’t very well just return to the inquisitorius, not after the string of failures he’s just weaved for himself. That last one being just a beautiful ribbon to wrap it up. And not going back isn’t going to grant him any safety from what will begin to hunt him. He’s still blood in the water. He can’t wait for the sharks to find him.

It’s pathetic, having run to death with open arms and failing even a task as simple as that. Simple in comparison to what the alternative was. And now… And now there has to be another escape. There’s always…

Dragging his nails across his scalp, he rattles his recollection, but every thought is so, so far away.

Distance…

Separation.

Can’t be tracked with no trail to follow. He doesn’t like it, but it will buy him time until there’s something better; an opportunity.

Until then, a decision has been made. Throw distance between himself and the force.

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+[Soon after Kallus agrees to help]+

Kallus holds out an indie commlink, “I’ll gather equipment and resources, and once I’m available to meet up with you, I will contact you through this. If you ever have an emergency, contact me. Just to be safe, don’t use-“

The spy halts suddenly, staring up at him, seemingly trying to think.

He can feels his brow twitch from being stared at. “What?”

“Forgive me, I just realized I have never learned your name.”

Growling, he snatches the commlink from Kallus’s open hand. “You don’t need it.”

He can hear that Kallus has some kind of bite back on the tip of his tongue, but thinks better of it, and swallows the bitter words with a second thought. If he’s being honest, he would rather Kallus bite back at him than…

Straightening his shoulders, he places the commlink in one of his most secure pockets, tucking it close to his chest.

——

+[One of the first sessions; probably the first session, ngl.]+

“So,” Smirking, he levels with Kallus, about to enjoy when the moment when realization strikes this blond that he is in way over his head. “Tell me about how exactly you plan on helping me become a Jedi Knight again, Agent Kallus.”

Rolling his eyes, Kallus organizes stolen imperial equipment. “We’ll start with you telling me about the Jedi.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you were a Jedi Knight yourself, so wouldn’t you know the basic principles best?”

Tearing his gaze away from the rebel spy, he crosses his arms over his chest, suddenly finding the wall much more interesting.

“Look, I’m going to need you to be the least bit cooperative if I’m going to be of ay substan-“

“I don’t remember.”

“You don’t remember?” Kallus stops what he’s doing entirely. “What exactly?”

“The principles. Anything, really.” He masks his frustration with an amused smile, turning back to Kallus, hoping to irritate him, with the reality of the situation.

“How do you not remember? What do you mean? What, did you just eviscerate your understanding of your enemy when you decided to leave your station in the empire?”

He isn’t getting he satisfaction he thought he would from this, and he can’t tell if that’s more or less frustrating than the truth he’s having to swallow and now spill. “No,” the syllable is released through gritted teeth. “It’s not that I chose not to remember. It’s that I can’t remember.” Just another blaring fact of his own short comings.

“Elaborate.” Kallus is withholding his own frustration. Withholding it, but still choosing to patiently listen.

“Best I can explain is that after choosing to close myself off from the force, I also shut myself out from the dark side of it. It was shell shocking. For the first time I could breathe properly without having realized before that…” He takes in a sharp breath. “Long story short, my memories are a ‘mess’. Some are twisted versions of the truth and I have no way of figuring it out on my own. I have more gaps than I do recollection.”

He watches as Kallus turns away from him, slowly dragging his fingers through his hair as he tries to process this unexpected challenge. Still feeling bitter at his admission, he waits to see this man who had once not been able to apply the definition ‘quit’ throw in the towel. He had missed it the first go round. He wants to see it for himself.

“Change in steps,” Kallus swiftly strides back to the speeder, “we’re starting from scratch.”

Eyes narrowing as they follow the ex-imperial, he tries to grapple the words just given to him as if it’s a silly little errand. “What?”

“We are going to outline a series of expeditions to find the pieces we need to start with.” Grabbing the most tattered and slapped-together datapad to exist, Kallus begins to break through firewalls to cross reference imperial databanks with ones that existed before the empire itself, to find any trace of a location that may have been overlooked where they could find more information about the Jedi.

Trying to wrap his head around Kallus’s words, he’s reeling as irritation claws its way up his spine. “Would be great, but one of the first orders I had been given as grand inquisitor was to carry out and oversee the destruction of anything relating to the Jedi. There’s nothing-“

“There’s always something. There’s always ones that got away. Ones never found to begin with.” Kallus skims over the lines rapidly. “Don’t be so eager to give up. If you want to turn me in so bad, know that I won’t go down without a fight, but same applies here.” He pulls out an empty datapad and scribbles some locations on it. “I said I would help. Just because you chose to hide some details doesn’t mean I’m done here.”

He can’t tell if he’s more annoyed or further intrigued. Sliding a couple fingers across his jawline, he considers his options.

While he, personally, would see the value in handing over someone like Kallus, nestled so deep in the empire, he’s well aware that the spy wouldn’t get him nearly as far as he would need him to. Going back is still wildly out of the question. The middle ground action, leaving altogether, would just leave him back at where he had been. Aimless, unable to focus. Some could settle for that, and maybe he could too, but…

Maybe entertaining the notion a bit longer will be worth the effort. As the one who had been in charge of overseeing the destruction of the Jedi’s existence, he can remember that he hadn’t entirely agreed with the decision. He had thought the command was purely out of a place of emotion rather than reason. Even if the Jedi had been wrong and mislead, from a scholar standpoint, it would have been smarter to keep their archives, to teach why they thought how they did and show how it would have been misinformed.

But at the time… Had it been another moment where he was thinking through that false clarity? The lense of the dark, had it led him to choosing anger over reason? Or did that come later? Why had he gone through something he didn’t agree with? Or did he actually believe it to be a good idea at the time?

The face of the man who gave him the orders still escapes his memory. Why can’t he remember the face that he followed at the cost of everything? What was he looking to gain? What did he lose?

“Hey,” Kallus’s voice is soft, gentle. “You won’t have to go looking through these places by yourself. I’ll slip away when I have the chance. I’ll also try getting in touch with my informant again. They may have intel that could help.”

He blinks down at the human whose harsh features and guarded demeanor has momentarily shifted to make room for assurance.

“Seeing as how no other option is appealing, you’re still the most interesting choice.” He smirks teasingly, “Regardless of how annoying you get.”

Returning to his usual rigid posture, Kallus rolls his eyes, “I get that frequently, thank you.”

“You really don’t give up, do you? Is chasing ghosts something you’ve just always done?”

“Seems so. We’ll leave for the nearest location in half an hour.”

———

+[After much training and progression and work put into slowly dedicating to this task.]+

+Context for this next part:

Through [redacted], an informant, Kallus is told he has to make the decision to either continue missions with the former grand inquisitor on their own, attempting to gather an understanding of the Jedi that is doomed to be lacking and incomplete, or make contact with Kanan Jarrus and gain his trust when Kallus has yet to have much experience or credibility as fulcrum, having only been given the mantle shortly ago.

Initially, Kanan (rightfully) believes that they have lured him out as a trap and that they are both still loyal to the empire. Only after a lot of convincing is it that Kanan is willing to even hear them out.

-I am still working the timeline out and locking it down, but this would take place not long after the season 2 finale, Kanan being more on edge and untrusting than ever.

Kallus had believed it wise to bring peace offerings a an attempt to be heard out. Kallus instructed the former inquisitor to retrieve and bring a Jedi artifact while Kallus brought intel.

The former inquisitor had still been undecided on whether he would want or even ask for help from the Jedi knight. It wasn’t until Kanan addressed him directly, asking what his intentions are to be. A bitter response sat on the tip of his tongue, but he caught a glance of Kallus, who’s eyes were still on the Jedi.

Thinking on how far Kallus has put himself out for him, how the spy time and time again met him where he was to figure things out with him, and now how Kallus has chosen to pursue the superior aid directly from the knight at the expense of his own plans and compromising his own position- all because he has faith in him.

He resists the urge to lash his tongue at Kanan and admits to wanting to understand the full picture, learn and preserve the truth.

Eventually, Kallus has to leave and it is just him and Kanan. Kanan is still untrusting. (Again, rightfully)

+++

“I have no reason to trust you. Either of you. Not after everything.”

Pulse still racing, Kanan keeps distance from him, facing harshly in his direction.

Curious. If he’s so against me surviving as a perceived threat, why would he have gone through the effort of keeping me alive? He decides to view this as a trial, a test. Prove himself. Show that he’s taking this seriously, that the sacrifices Kallus chose to make won’t be wasted, that he won’t be left back where he began.

“You’re right. You have no reason to take either of us at our word. Nothing I do or say will take back what has been done. It does not make what I’m pursuing any less true. It’s taken a lot for me to get where I am as I am here today.” He makes sure to keep the distance between them Kanan holds, hands clasped behind his back. “I will be honest, at first I had no intent on taking this seriously, but then Kallus took the time to show me that what I had previously thought to be true were only lies to get me to side my loyalty to the empire. I’m still unsure of many things. I desire nothing more than to stand by the truth. Kallus started me back on that devotion. The only thing I am asking of you is to remind me of who the Jedi were and what they stood for.”

“Why?” The tension in Kanan… shifts. Still present, but different. “You were there, weren’t you?”

Taking a deep breath, he tries to find the right words to string together. This doesn’t get easier for him to digest each time he explains it. He runs the tip of his tongue along his sharpened teeth before he speaks, the slight motion reminding him of his body. “My recollection of the Jedi, my perception of them, had become… twisted as I fell. Overtime, memories shredded until there were few left. As an inquisitor, as a servant of the dark side, I had been under a false belief that I had a clear mind. It wasn’t until I finally distanced myself from the force entirely that I realized that not to be true. And now most days I cannot differentiate between what memories are real, what’s true, or not.”

“Still, why should I help you?” It feels as though the Jedi knight is cutting his eyes at him, holding what is a more than reasonable grudge and distrust towards him.

“Because I am asking for it.” Despite trying to appear calm, he can feel his ire rising like a heat traveling up his spine, setting every cell of skin on fire on its way up. This would be simpler if he just out right says he does not wish to help me. Instead, we’re playing this game.

“What gives you the right to ask? After how many of our people fell at your hands? After the betrayal you committed?” Kanan’s voice slowly rises in volume, adding fuel to the flames in the former inquisitor’s body. “And you just forgot? You forgot?!”

“My inability to remember detail does not negate the damage I’ve done, do not confuse my desire to understand what happened and inability to remember as a cowardly attempt to evade accountability for everything I’ve done, Kanan Jarrus,” he meets Kanan’s spit of fire with the same level of heat. “If you were to be so against rising above and helping me understand where I went wrong and would rather I have died, then why in this blasted galaxy didn’t you let me?!” He can no longer smother the sneer on his lips, a growl almost becoming audible from his vocal cords.

“What in the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t play ignorant with me! You know what I’m talking about! Back on that star destroyer, when you had bested me in a fight and I made my choice! My way out! When I succumbed to the flames, you and your crew dragged me off that ship and abandoned me on an uninhabited planet!” He glares, the scab of it being ripped open raw right when he had thought it was finally healed.

“I don’t know what you are imaging,” Kanan seethes, the words hissing out from gritting teeth, “I had other priorities than making a futile attempt to save someone who had very clearly made their choice!”

The words wash over his body as though he had been thrown into a lake of ice. His voice loses its rage, “What?” There is no lie, no deceit in the knight’s features. “Then… How did- that doesn’t make- That’s impossible, I shouldn’t have survived- Much less unharmed- healed even-“ Dragging his nail along the ridges on his skull, he can feel his back hit a wall. The walls spin and blur in the background. The foundation that he had scrapped together since waking up in that algae filled pool shatters beneath his very feet. Not because Kanan hadn’t chosen to save him, that what he would have expected- hell, it’s what he would have done himself; but its the fact that now, no he doesn’t have any iota of a clue.

As improbable as it was, Kanan being the one to have pulled him from the fire, it was the only answer that had been viably possible; so much so that he latched onto it. Believed it. Been convinced.

But now? His thoughts are spiraling every which way, wrecking his brain for anything, but there’s no feasible way he should have survived, especially nearly unscathed aside from scarring of the burns he had endured that should have been much more detrimental.

Boots step into his line of vision, dragging him out of his mind slowly. “You’re… serious. About all of this?”

Realizing not until now, he had slid to the ground against the wall.

It’s a fight, trying to get back into his body enough to meet the Jedi’s face. He has to force his eyes to focus on the other’s features. Guarded, but curious, almost open. Something distinctively empathetic. Despite who it is Kanan is talking to.

“Jarrus, I’m always serious.” He screws his eyes shut after pain washes over them from the force he had behind them to manually focus them. His vision blurs in and out when he opens them once more. “I need to see the full picture. I’m sick of only having pieces. I want the truth, nothing more. Nothing less. So I can make informed decisions about what is just.”

Through the blurred vision, he’s able to make out that Kanan offers out a hand.

He only stares at it for a long moment. Not sure if he’s waiting for it to come into focus, if it’s his turn to be distrustful, or if he just isn’t able to get his body to cooperate.

“If you’re willing to be receptive, then I might be willing to help.”

He finds his hand setting into Kanan’s offer. Not without immense effort from himself.

———

+[The second meetup between Kanan and Him?]+

+Contextual notes for this scene: Kanan and the former inquisitor are in a Jedi temple, thus far they have pulled against the grain and become lost in the temple. At this moment, they are in the middle of an argument.

“I may have said that I could help, but you still have yet to prove that you are trustworthy,” the Jedi Knight pushes the words out through gritted teeth, body tense and on edge.

It’s been taking everything in him not to inflame and agitate this man’s every blaring fault and flaw; physical and psychological.

Remember why you’re committing to this. Remember the balance. Let go of that which is fleeting. Return to the pursuit of unbiased truth. Let go of that whic-

“Hey! Don’t ignore me just because I can’t see you!”

Whatever happened to Kanan Jarrus has no just changed his physical abilities, but also his mentality. “You’re lashing out, I am trying to ground myself. It is not a easy process for me. Whatever happened to having nothing to fear? You are currently laying out all this fear in open and it’s the worst temptation.” Remember what Kallus taught you.

“That right there does not make me any more enthused to help you.”

“Then don’t. I will find my way out of this temple. And I’ll find my own way to the light.” His own words are just as guarded and defensive as Kanan’s.

“You’re well aware that’s not an option, you cannot leave on your own-“

A painfully wide grin cuts across his face with a breathless chuckle, “Actually, Kanan Jarrus, I don’t. I told you already, my memory is as about as reliable as your sight. And what’s better is when I cut myself off from the dark, it’s false sense of clarity is not the only thing that left me. My patience has warn thin. I always had an extraordinarily high amount of that, if I remember even that much. But you are cutting it shorter.” He pauses, breath halting in his lungs before he releases after a moment. “You have no reason to trust me, I do not belittle that nor whatever it is you are personally dealing with. I would give you my honesty, but you do not trust it.”

“I don’t know your intentions, I don’t know your allegiances, and I don’t know your values. And you expect me to be willing to trust you? After everything? That you suddenly grew a conscious?” Shaking his head, Kanan sneers. “I shouldn’t even be here.”

He brings his palms up, open hands, open mind, willing mind. “You’re right, I haven’t ‘suddenly grown’ what you would call a conscious. I never had one- even before my fall, and being honest with you, I probably never will.” He uses every bit of will power he can muster to relax the tension within him then turns to face Kanan.

“Figures,” Kanan scoffs, shaking his head as he turns away from him. “Why did I even-“

Taking the extra effort to humble his own tone, he tries to will out every bit of gentleness he’s capable of producing. “If I may continue. Please.” He keeps his voice calm and even.

The knight still looks displeased, but holds his tongue as he turns back to face him.

“I’m not sure why I never had that innate ability, the one to be empathetic, but that doesn’t mean I’m disqualified from the light. I can built skills. I can dedicate myself. More than anything, I want to pursue the truth. It’s been a rough pill for me to swallow that for too long I have confused my perception for it. My perception is but a limited lense of the full picture. What I believe to be truth may not be what is real or what is true. I think, I have been lied to and misled. But I have nothing else to compare to. It’s a battle just for me to stay grounded at all.” He sighs, cutting himself off. “I find that I don’t know…”

A darker hand slides on top of one of his pale palms. He blinks rapidly, trying to force his eyesight to focus back in. He can make out the notable details of Kanan’s face. He’s noticeably calmer.

“I make no promises, nor obligations. But as long as you are making progress, I’ll see what I can help with. You’re right, you’ve lost patience and you’re fighting for real clarity, but you’re willing to be open, to relearn. If you really are after the truth, I will give that to you.” Sighing, Kanan steps back. “I myself have… been more on edge. I’m more guarded than ever now.”

“It’s hard for you to tell if you’re being reasonably cautious or cynically guarded?” He studies Kanan.

“Yeah.”

He watches as the tension Kanan holds does not lessen. He tries to think of someway he could lessen that stress of distrust from the Jedi, maybe finally make some headway. It’s very appearing that the man worries that he is only using this exchange as a way to get the knight to lower his gaurd, get him closer to his crew before springing a trap.

“I have a deal to offer you, something to set your mind at ease?”

Scoffing, Kanan shakes his head, “What could you possibly-“

“You’ll have my word. No harm will befall you or your crew. As long as you tell not a soul about Kallus’s change in allegiance. You will pretend you know nothing.”

Kanan looks taken aback, almost skeptic. “Tell me why.”

He rolls his eyes, “You know full and well that you need to be very clear about your questions while i lack my proximity to the force, Jarrus.”

“Why should I trust that Kallus’s position as a rebel spy- whether he really is or not- holds any importance to you?”

“Because Kallus has risked much more than a shiny little status to help me, to reveal himself to you. I also don’t like owing people, regardless of whether I consider them a friend or not. And at this moment, everything I am working on, everything I’m cultivating to be is owed to him. If it’s a future I owe him, it’s a future I will secure for him.”

———

+[This either will take place at the end of them in the Jedi temple, or during a third or final meet.]+

+The two have just finished a session where the former inquisitor spoke of what events he thinks he can remember before becoming The Grand Inquisitor. It will be snippets from the first set of notes on this post.

+Kanan pieces together that he needs to carve out an identity for himself. That before he can commit himself, he has to at least know himself, or the cycle will only repeat.

“Figure out who I am?” He has been avoiding dwelling on that line of thoughts. It’s visceral, the reaction to not allow himself to. The very thought makes him sick to his stomach and threatens for the planet to swallow him whole. “How- I can’t-“

“You can, but you don’t have too all at once. One piece at a time.”

“Where would I even begin?”

“A name is a start.” Kanan smiles genuinely, almost as a light hearted tease.

“I can’t remember my-“

“It doesn’t have to be what your name once was. You can chose anything.” Kanan rubs his chin after a short pause, “To make it easier to narrow options down, is there anyone in your past that resonated with you? Or something that holds meaning to you?”

He pauses, pieces of the journal series floating in his thoughts. “Maybe, but I cannot remember their full name. Just a couple syllables.”

“That would be as good a start as any. It can be yours, unique to you, inn that light.”

He nods slow, chewing on his lower lip for a moment. He takes a deep breath, Kanan listening intently and patiently.

“My name will be Dimal.”

#this is unedited and unformatted #this is the first draft of these scenes #very rough draft #SoFS&V AU #sofs&v #sense of faith self & valor #star wars rebels #swr #star wars rebels au #swr au #the grand inquisitor #kanan jarrus #alexsandr kallus #star wars #dimal

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hafishazardz77 · 3 months ago

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Aku pun hanya mengangguk dengan sedikit senyuman.

Saat itu Bu Mawar hanya menggunakan baju tidur daster satin berwarna merah muda dengan bawahanya kira kira sepaha. Kedua mataku sengaja mencuri curi perhatian ke arah belahan dadanya yang hanya ditutupi oleh kain satin dasternya. Bu mawar yg pada saat itu kuperhatikan tidak memakai Bra karena tampak jelas kedua puting susunya menjeplak dikain satin dasternya membuat aku benar-banar terangsang.

”Wah kenapa dengan ku , kok rasanya ada yg beda dengan bu mawar” gumamku dalam hati.

Akhir nya kami masuk rumah , sembari kami menunggu acara bola , Bambang pun memutuskan untuk tidur dulu & minta di bangunkan oleh aku. Tiba Tiba saja aku mendadak ingin Kencing , lalu kuputuskan untuk pergi ke kamar Mandi, saat tiba di depan kamar mandi, pintu kamar mandi keadaan terkunci. Akhir nya aku pun mengetuk pintu kamar mandi itu dan Sedikit bertanya apakah ada Orang , dan ternyata Bu Mawar sedang buang air kecil. Aku pun terpaksa menunggu , namun aku sudah sangat tidak tahan , kemudian aku pun bertanya kepada Bu Mawar.

Aku : “Tante bisa cepetan dikit ga , Andre udh g tahan nih”.

Bu Mawar : “oh iya Andre tunggu bentar”, dan akhirnya bu Mawar keluar dari kamar mandi.

Aku pun lega.Setelah kencing , niatku hanya langsung menuju Kamar Bambang, namun tanpa Kusangka ternyata Bu Mawar belum beranjak dari depan pintu kamar mandi.

Aku: “lho, Tante kok masih disini saya kira sudah masuk”

Bu Mawar : “nunggu kamu Andre, aku takut”

Aku : “loh bukan nya tadi ibu berani sendirian ke kamar mandi (aku jadi penasaran).

Bu Mawar : “gpp kok, ibu cuma ingin masuk bersama mu saja Andre”, dengan sedikit senyuman.

Ohhh tidak , Penisku menjadi tegang gara gara melihat Buah Dada bu Mawar yg tidak memakai Bra. Aku pun menjadi pucat karena Malu kalau ketahuan Penisku ini sudah tegang berat.

Bu Mawar : “ayo masuk”

Aku : “i..iii ya , dengan perlahan lahan aku berjalan”

Bu Mawar : “kamu kenapa Andre (tanya bu Mawar)”

Aku : “ehh Anu bu , Gpp kok”

Bu Mawar pun cuek saja.

Sesampai nya di depan kamar bu Mawar. (kamar Bambang berada di depan , sedangkan kamar Orang tuanya berada di belakang).

Bu Mawar : “kamu mau ga temenin ibu tidur?”, Aku pun sangat terkejut.

Aku : “hah , apaan Tan...aoa ga salah denger aku nya (pura pura bego)”.

Bu Mawar : “Kamu mau ga temenin Ibu Tidur , ibu takut sendirian sayang (dengan sedikit senyuman)”

Aku : “ehhmm tapi Bu .. Bambang gimana ..?”

Bu Mawar : “sudah ayo masuk saja tidak apa apa (sambil menarik kaos ku).

Aku sedikit gemetaran , apakah maksud bu mawar ini , dan aku pun pasrah karena tidak mungkin aku menolak nya. Malam itu terasa sangat Panas , akhir nya aku meminta izin untuk menyalakan AC kamarnya.

Aku : “Tan ACnya tak hidupkan ya soalnya gerah banget”

Bu Mawar : “ya sudah nyalakan saja”

Aku :”hehehe iya tante (sedikit senyuman)”.

Waktu sudah menunjukan pukul 1 malam , dan sampai saat itu pun aku belum bisa tidur dan aku juga memikirkan Bambang yang ingin dibangunkan nanti jika acara bola nya sdh mulai. Kamar bu Mawar ini lumayan Besar , Rapih dan Bagus.

Bu Mawar : “belum tidur kamu Andre”

Aku : “belum Tan habis ngak biasa tidur kalau pakai celana jean dan kaos”

Bu Mawar : “klo memang itu penyebabnya, di buka aja kaos dan celananya”

Aku : “emang gpp Tan kalo baju dan celana Andre di buka? ,(dengan lugu nya gan)”.

Bu Mawar :”gpp Andre, buka aja , buat senyaman mungkin kamu disini”, Memang sebelum nya aku blm pernah tidur di rumah Bu Mawar ini.

Tiba tiba timbul pikiran kotor ku.

Aku : “Tan...kalau tidur suka baju satin seperti itu apa ga gerah dengan pakaian seperti itu?” tanyaku.

Bu Mawar : “Ngak Andre dengan pakaian seperti ini kalau mau tidur selain enak dibadan licin dan longgar kamu suka kan kalau aku pakai seperti ini”.

Aku : “Suka Tan, dengan pakai seperti itu Tante terlihat seksi lho”.

Bu Mawar : “Ah kamu bisa aja Andre”, Bu Mawar pun hanya tersenyum Malu mendengar perkatan ku.

Kemudian Bu Mawar menariku untuk tidur satu ranjang dan akupun mengikuti apa yang diinginkan dan kami pun langsung menuju kasur empuk dan kami hanya di balut selimut (untuk 2 orang saja. Jantung ku merasa berdebar debar , darahku serasa naik , Hangat sekali rasanya. Karna sudah memuncak, Penis ku menjadi Keras dan ingin rasanya ku muncratkan sperma ku ini di kain satin baju tidurnya Bu Mawar.

Karena aku sudah tidak tahan menahan nafsuku, ku coba untuk mengocok Penisku, secara perlahan lahan takut bu Mawar terbangun dari tidurnya. Sambil ku kocok, ku lirik payudara bu Mawar yg lumayan Besar yang memiliki dua puting yang sangat besar dan panjang menempel keluar mengajung dari luar kain satin baju tidurnya itu. Lagi enak-enak ngocok tiba-tiba tanpa kusadari ternyata bu Mawar belum tidur.

Bu Mawar : “lagi ngapain kamu Andre” sambil tersenyum melihatku.

Aku : “ehmm ,,aa ann,,anuu Ta..ta..tan”, aku jadi tegang dan tak bisa bicara.

Bu Mawar :”Aku tau kok yg Kamu Lakuin, Kamu Terangsang yah gara-gara aku memakai pakaian seperti ini”.

Aku : “engg..ehh iyya Tan”.

Bu Mawar :”Aku sengaja pancing kamu untuk menemani aku tidur, terus terang Andre aku sudak lama tidak disentuh sama laki-laki seperti kamu semenjak ayahnya Bambang tidak ada”.

Aku :”ooo.h..oohh”

Bu Mawar :”Jadi , Mau kah Kamu Andre?”, tanya bu Mawar padaku.

Aku :”Maksuud Tante mau apa?”, aku pura pura bego.

Bu Mawar :”Udah lah jangan pura-pura gitu ahh, aku juga tau kok klo kamu…”.

Aku : “iii ..iiyaa Taaaante”.

Tanpa Basa Basi, Bu Mawar langsung membuka Selimut yg menutupi kami berdua. Langsung saja bu Mawar membuka celana dalamku, dan dia pun terkejut karna ukuran Penis ku yg lumayan besar dibandingkan milik ayahnya Bambang.

Bu Mawar :”suka banget sama Penis mu sayang , punya suamiku kalah jauh”.

Aku :”eemang iya Tan?”,sedikit senyuman.

Bu Mawar : “iya donk ..”, Bu Mawar langsung melumat bibir ku.

Bu Mawar :”ayo mainin bibir muAndre”.

Aku :”iya Tan”. Setelah 10 menit kami Berciuman saling berlumatan antara lidah dan bibir, Tangan bu Mawar pun langsung menuju ke penisku.

Bu Mawar mengocok-gocok penisku dengan kain satin baju tidurnya dengan cara digengam dengan tangan kananya. Ternyata Bu Mawar sudah sangat pintar sekali memainkan Penis ku, tak lama kemudian karena gerakan kocoknya sangat kencang mengengam penisku dengan kain satin yang licin itu.

Aku :”Tannnn ..aaakkk…uuu...mauuuu”, semakin cepat saja bu Mawar mengocok Penisku, Dan akhirnya.

Crott....crottt...crottt, cairan spermaku muncrat berceceran dikain satin baju tidur Bu Mawar. Begitu spermaku keluar sisa cairan spermaku yang masih ada dilubang penisku langsung dibersihkan oleh mulut Bu Mawar. Dia melahap sunggu seperti rakusnya melahap es krim dan terus mengocok-gocok penisku dengan bibir mulutnya tanpa henti dan spontan penisku yang sedikit mau lemas menjadi tegang kembali.

Kemudian tubuh Bu Mawar aku dudukan dan aku sandarkan dipinggir tempat tidur. Lalu kubuka kedua belah pahanya, ternyata Bu Mawar sudah tidak memakai celana dalam setelah kulihat di hadapanku. belahan Vaginanya masih terlihat bagus tanpa ada sedikit rambut yang ada disekitar vaginanya karena semua dicukur habis. Tanpa buang waktu lagi belahan vaginanya langsung kujilat dengan lidahku.

Bu Mawar :”Anghhh...ahhhh...anghhh“, sambil menjambak rambutku.

Tak berapa lama , Bu Mawar menyuruhku untuk berhenti karena sudah tidak tahan lagi oleh jilatan lidahku.

Bu Mawar :”masukin sekarang Andree....anghhhh aku sudah tidak tahan”, Bu Mawar langsung memegang penis ku dan mengarahkan kelubang vaginanya.

Perlahan tapi pasti dan Blessss, Akhir batang penisku masuk juga kedalam lubang vaginanya yang jarang dipakai setelah suami Bu Mawar tidak ada. Kugerakan keluar masuk penisku kedalam vaginanya dengan nada perlahan tapi sedikit kupercepat.

Bu Mawar:“Ahhh Ohhh ummmHHH ahhhh Adreeee ahhhh Uhhh Ummh”, desahan bu Mawar dengan mata terpejam.

Dengan posisi Bu Mawar dibawah sedangakan aku diatas tubuhnya hingga 15 menit lamanya dengan gerak keluar masuk penisku tanpa henti menusuk lubang vaginanya, tiba-tiba tubuh Bu Mawar mengejang-ngejang seperti orang kesetrum dan kedua kakinya mencengkram kuat tubuhku.

Bu Mawar:”Andre.....anghhh...ahhhhh aku mau....ahhhhh”, Rupanya Bu mawar orgasme.

Dengan napas yang tergel-sengal seperti pelari maraton kemudian penisku kudiam sejenak didalam vaginanya dan terasa sekali penisku seperti dipijat-pijat saat Bu Mawar orgasme. Setelah mulai tenang Kemudian aku melepaskan Batang Penisku dari Vagina Bu Mawar.

Bu Mawar :”Lho kenapa dilepas Andre?”

Aku :”Ganti Posisi ya Tan dengan posisi doggy style”. Kemudian Bu Mawar pun membalikan Badan nya, Disini aku sudah sedikit bebas.

Bleees penisku kembali Masuk kedalam lubang vaginanya yang sudah terlihat becek. Ku genjot dari belakang keluar masuk penisku sambil kedua tanggan Bu Mawar meremas-remas kain sperai tempat tidur.

Aku:”ahhh Tan, nikmatt sekali Tan ahhh oouuhh”.

Bu Mawar:”ahhh .. terus Andreee...anggg...ahh buat aku puas malam ini”.

Aku:”Tan kalau di keluarkan di dalam bagaimana?”

Bu Mawar :”Keluarkan saja tidak apa apa .. Ouuuhh Ahhhh Emmmh Sayanngg”, Sekitar 5 menit dengan posisi Doggy Style.

Aku:”Tan....akuuuu...mau KelllluuArrr”.

Bu Maya :”ahh ahhhhh ohhhhh ahhhh Andreeee terus keluari didalam saja agar kamu nikmat”, Crooot Croot, spermaku pun keluar di dalam lubang vagina Bu Mawar.

Bu Mawar:”jangan di lepas, biarkan saja andre, tunggu penismu mengecil sendiri”

Aku :”Ahhhh, Capek dan Lemes nih Bu”, sambil kutindih membelakangi tubuh Bu Mawar untuk berisitirahat sebentar dan Setelah Penisku mengecil sendiri, akhir nya kucabut. Lalu Kami berdua berbaring bersama diatas tempat tidur.

Bu Mawar :”Makasih banget Andre, malam ini aku ibu Puas”, kemudian Bu Mawar mengecup bibirku.

Aku:”Sama Sama Bu, Makasih banget Andre bisa puas sama Tante”.

Bu Mawar :”Iya Andre sayang”, dengan senyuman manja.

Lalu Aku pun memakai Kaos dan Celana ku kembali, kubiarkan Bu Mawar masih Berbaring di tempat tidur nya mungkin dia kelelahan. Waktu sudah menunjukan Pukul 2 malam.

Aku:”Aku ke kamar Bambang dulu yah Tan, takut dia marah”

Bu Mawar :”iya sayang , jangan bilang bilang siapa-siapa cukup kita berdua saja yang tau, sini mendekat sebentar”.

Kami melakukan Kissing sekitar 5 menit , aku pun bergegas ke kamar Bambang dan melambaikan tangan ku ke arah Bu Mawar , dan dia pun hanya tersenyum.

#mamatemanku

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lebensmoode · 1 year ago

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Actually...

... there was someone I avoided here that made me take some times off. No, it was two. They made me hate what I should have cherished and been happy for. They made me even hate myself.

But now I think, what I hated wasn’t the persons. It’s the “thing”. The nature that they have. It wasn’t myself, but the negative and pathetic thought that empowered me. I hated why I was thinking and feeling that way. At least I have learned that what they were doing is out of my control and honestly has nothing to do with me. My resentment back then, yes, it was the result of comparing lives.

I thought I’ve been free from comparing, but it’s still testing my sanity :)

Now I'm in reckless mode about it, been there done that. Just want to work for what I can change.

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Ini efek abis namatin drakor yang ber-genre melodrama makanya tulisan pun jadi ikutan sok serius. MAU REKOMEN DRAKOR YG BIKIN NGAKAK DONG BIAR HAMBA KEMBALI WARAS HUHU 😭

Kembali ke tujuan pengen sharing kehidupan selama hiatus. Sebenernya waktu itu beneran ngerasa useless sampe ke pori-pori terdalam karena satu dan lain hal. Freelance editan novel stuck, gak pernah masuk tawaran lagi. Bingung banget cari pemasukan dari mana. Udah bikin akun di fastwork tapi kayak I’ve done nothing. Pokoknya bener-bener ngerasa dibuang sama semesta, gaboleh hidup di bumi lagi :’)

Trus gak lama, pertengahan bulan juli, aing ngeliat story wa temen yg lagi butuh pengajar toefl online sampe akhir bulan. Niatnya mau nanya2 doang karena blum ada pengalaman ngajar toefl, eh langsung dihubungin dan disuruh ngajar. Mana gw gak perlu ngirim CV. Kan how could you trust me when I have trust issue with myself, gitu. Yaudah, jadi tu ngajar toefl online sampe akhir bulan, gw juga harus ngungsi ke tempat adik yg di tebing tinggi karena mereka pake wifi. Alhamdulillah ada pemasukan.

Masuk agustus, si temen yg sama ngepost story wa lagi yg isinya oprec tutor online untuk english speaking. Gw yang berbekal dari kelas online toefl kemaren ngerasa yauda lah coba aja lagi, manatau manatau. Yg ini lebih ketat, karena pake interview online segala. Gw dengan songongnya pergi ke starbak utk pake wifi mereka pas interview, berakhir nyesel karena SB MUTERIN LAGU BLACKPINK GAK HABIS-HABIS YAROOOBB MANA VOLUME NYA KENCENG. But luckily during the interview, lagunya yg terputer tuh lagu-lagu klasik era Frank Sinatra gitu. Itu pun masih dikomenin sama yg interviewer-nya “enak ya kita interview nya ada backsound” 🥂

Pasrah dah pasrah, gw rela gara-gara backsound SB gw gak keterima kerja. Konyol pisan wkwk. Alhamdulillah besoknya gw dikabarin lagi dengan kabar baik. Padahal aslinya I didn’t hope so much, kayak kalo gak keterima tuh gapapa bgt. Karena gw gak se-prefer itu untuk ngajar lagi, especially online. Rupanya semesta masih baiikk, masih dikasih jalan rejeki.

So here I am now, 2 kelas di bulan agustus udah dijalanin. Agak keteter sedikit mengingat jumlah siswanya yg hampir 20. But even so I love it anyway. Untuk bulan september ini gw dapet 1 kelas privat yg siswanya adalah cowo dan kita sebayaan. Semoga gak terjadi apa-apa hahaha

Karena masih bareng doi, si Rubby 🙃

Soal asmara, there’s nothing much different. Idk this is a good thing or a bad thing. But he really is a good company. Almost never we had a fight to each other. Gw pernah nangis kejer gara2 dia gak bisa dihubungin seharian pas gw lagi di tebing. Waktu itu pas lagi marak-maraknya begal. Panik dong, takut dia kenapa-napa. Taunya… hapenya dimaling :')

Beberapa minggu tinggal bareng keluarga adek gw di tebing, gw masih ngerasa relax dan enjoyable compared to live with my parents. Entah ini udah masuk ke kategori durhaka atau belum, atau entah emang udah di usia yg gak nyaman kalo tinggal bareng ortu. Dikit lagi, gais, dikit lagi tante ini masuk kepala tiga. Ckckck

Kangen ngeluh di sini, kangen misuh-misuh. Kangen reblog memes. For all this time, yg jadi pengganti Tumblr ya Rubby. I’m thankful for his being beside me. Kayaknya kalo gw jomlo, gw gak akan kepikiran untuk hiatus. Bisa gila gak ada tempat sampah :D (i asked him whether he would feel offended to address him tempat sampah, but he was okay with it✌🏻)

Now I’m here again with a new page. Gak berubah drastis kayak di pilem-pilem kok, yg mendadak jadi cantik, kaya, banyak harta. Tapi boleh ya Allah, hamba gak akan nolak 😊🙏🏻

#tulisan

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qiftiyaa · 9 months ago

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(masih) aman

percaya bahwa Allah sebaik-baik penolong? tentu saja! bentuknya? jadi gini ceritanya.

suatu hari sekitar pukul 6 pagi, ada 2 orang laki-laki tidak dikenal bertamu masuk ke rumah. ada ayah sedang duduk berjemur di teras. kebetulan kondisi pagar terbuka sedikit. satu orang berpakaian pegawai kantoran (maksudnya kemeja putih rapi bersepatu) sedang ngobrol di teras. satu lagi berpakaian seperti pekerja kelistrikan/konstruksi, nyelonong masuk ke kamar utama.

karena stranger yang di teras suaranya kencang sekali, sampe terdengar di kamar saya. saya pun melihat keluar ada apa. karena ayah bicaranya terbata-bata. udah curiga; gak enak duluan. belum sampai di teras, saat melihat kamar utama terbuka lebar, loh kok ada stranger masuk sok-sok melihat langit-langit kamar. TANPA lepas sepatu. woelaah. SIAPA ANDA MASUK RUMAH ORANG GADA SOPAN-SOPANNYA 😭. sebal sekali. langsung saja, saya tegur. "loh, pak. ada apa?" "gak, kok, mbak. lihat-lihat aja." "bapak siapa? darimana?" "ini, mbak. mau ada kabel listrik." APASIH PAK. GAK JELAS BANGET INI NGOMONGNYA. MENCURIGAKAN. GAK MASUK AKAL.

lagian, umumnya mulai jam kerja kisaran 7-8 pagi. lah, mereka ini jam 6 udah main nyelonong rumah orang. mana ada kabel listrik umum, lihatnya dari dalam kamar!? gamau su'udhon tapi udah jelas banget mau berbuat jahat😡.

orangnya gak menatap mata. orang kalo berkomunikasi dengan kontak mata. ini tuh, gaaakk😭. memalingkan wajah sambil nunjuk langit-langit. kayak mandor yang sedang merencanakan sesuatu gitulo. saya mencari ibuk yang sedang prepare sayur. lah, beliau juga gak tau ada stranger masuk rumah.

saya samperin lagi bapak yang tadi di kamar, tapi sudah gaada. berjalan ke teras.

"bapak siapa? dari mana?" saya tanya tanpa celah kepada bapak-bapak yang berbaju kantoran. "ini mbak, lihat-lihat kabel listrik." "lho, memangnya kenapa?" "mau diganti mbak." "bapak namanya siapa?" gak ngaku juga si bapak. saya makin kesal.

akhirnya mereka keluar rumah melewati pagar. orang normal akan parkir di halaman atau depan pagar. mereka berdua, gak. parkir jauhan dekat jalan raya😭.

alhamdulillah, gak ada yang disakiti, dimaling atau dirampok. masih Allah jaga, lindungi, dan selamatkan. setelah kejadian itu, orang rumah diperingatkan berkali-kali untuk selalu menutup dan mengunci pagar setiap keluar-masuk rumah. bukan rumah besar-megah-mentereng, tapi sifat kehati-hatiannya yang perlu menjadi waspada.

@prawitamutia

#cerita

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farzamani · 1 year ago

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Setahun

Sudah lebih dari seminggu, tulisan ini berdebu tebal di bagian draft karena bingung perlu dimulai dari mana dan apa saja yang mau diceritakan. Intinya, aku mau mencoba menulis dan merefleksikan perjalanan selama setahun tinggal di Denmark, atau mungkin sejak persiapan keberangkatan, atau malah dimulai dengan kenapa akhirnya aku berakhir di Denmark. Banyak banget.

Mungkin di post ini coba kutuangkan apa-apa yang kira-kira bisa jadi satu tulisan, dan berharap aku menemukan waktu dan motivasi buat mengelaborasi masing-masingnya menjadi cerita utuh. Here we go:

Nekat memutuskan berangkat tanpa beasiswa biaya hidup

Persiapan keberangkatan

Perjalanan CGK-CPH

Numpang Adam di Aalborg seminggu

Moving-in to Skjoldhøjkollegiet dan mengisi kamar dengan 'Storskrald'

Mengurus tetek bengek penghuni baru Denmark

Introduction days Aarhus University

First week of study!

Jumatan dengan khotib yang gak ngomong English sama sekali

Impresi awal kuliah dan hidup di Denmark

Indonesian Muslim Society in Denmark

Budaya gowes kemana-mana

Kerja cleaning service di bar

Danish language class

Museum week! Gratis!

Menyongsong musim semi pertama kali

Berburu jamur di hutan lalu makan jamur bersama

Memegang salju pertama kali

Pengalaman oral exam dan segala hal seputarnya

Tas dimaling orang :(

Masuk semester dua!

Ngetake-over Instagram PPI Denmark

Potong rambut mahal di barber Denmark

Percobaan pertama kali membuat tempe DIY

Jalan-jalan ke Odense

Puasa dan Lebaran di Denmark

Kapsejlads dan event-event lainnya

Ujian semester dua!

Road trip Sweden and Norway

Summer courses NGS dan GWAS

Nonton Barbie di bioskop

Listnya sepertinya akan semakin panjang, dan ini belum termasuk semua hal. Takutnya ga bakal beres seperti 30 hari bercerita di platform sebelah. Apa sekalian dibikin buku aja? Hmmmmm

#journal

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anitoonart · 2 years ago

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My Kaminoan for the Sw5e, Dimal. He's partners with @ghostindeedee 's character Seze.

#kaminoans #Kamino #Ewaeveng #Avatar #na'vi #oc #d&d #dnd #sw5e #sci fi #Alien

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stbm3ufree · 2 months ago

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steven-hariyanto · 2 months ago

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(Kisah Istri Berjilbab dan Binal)

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Anak yang prempuan pertama berusia 6 tahun sedangkan adiknya baru 3 tahun. Kami tinggal disebuah komplek perumahan ditengah kota Malang dan aku bekerja sebagai staff marketing disebuah perusahaan swasta sedangkan istriku adalah sebagai ibu rumah tangga.

Kehidupan seks kami selalu hangat, bahkan kami selalu bermain berbagai gaya seperti adegan yang ada difilm-film porno. Walaupun tidak tiap hari kami melakukanya karena kadang aku capek dan sibuk urusan pekerjaan.

Istriku sehari-hari mengenakan hijab terutama saat diluar rumah sedangkan saat dirumah hanya kadang-kadang saja. istriku memiliki paras hampir seperti artis bunga citra lestari dan tingginya istriku 170 cm dan masih mempunyai tubuh yang tidak terlalu gemuk masih ideal, payudara terbilang besar karena masih menyusui anak kami yang masih kecil sehingga putting susunya sangat besar dan Panjang seperti buah biji salak dan kecokelatan.

Istriku seorang yang muda bergaul dalam urusan seks dia tak segan mengungkapan keinginanya bila lagi horny, dia sangat pandai sekali membikin aku selalu terpesona dan bergairah kepadanya karena aku selalu melakukan hubungan seks sehari-hari dengan istriku pasti selalu memakai hijab satin dan daster-daster yang serba licin seperti kain satin.

Seperti malam ini kami aku sedang melakukan hubungan seks saat kedua anak-anaku sedang tidur pulas, dan kami lakukan di kamar depan dengan istriku yang selalu memakai hijab satin masih melekat dikepala istriku dan daster satin berwrna merah muda seperti warna hijabnya, aku memang lebih menyukai saat berhungan seks dengan istriku masih mengenakan hijab satin dan daster satin.

Saat itu aku sedang berhubungan seks dengan istriku posisi dari belakang dengan posisi berdiri dengan satu kakinya diatas ranjang.

“Anghhh….papaa…genjot terus lebih dalam lagi mama mau keluar”. Cplak cplok suara gesekan antara gesekan penisku dengan lubang vagina istriku.

“Iya Mamaaa….aanghhhh…punya mama makin enak dan hangat”, aku genjot semakin capat penisku keluar masuk kedalam lubang vaginanya.

Aku remas-remas kedua buah dadanya yeng masih terhalang dasternya sampai air susunya mucrat membasahi kain satin dasternya.

“Papaa….anghh…ciuma leher mama jilat Papa” istriku suka kalau lagi berhubungan seks suka minta dijilati lehernya kadang aku bikin cupang.

“Papaa….Anghh….ahhh…aahhhh…akuuuu…mauuuu….nyampeeee”, tak lama tubuh istriku megejang-ngejang kenikmatan hingga beberapa kali sampai-sampai kurasakan batang penisku yang ada didalam vaginanya terasa berdenyut-denyut saat dia orgasme.

“Terussss…..Maaa…..ini…juga….papaaa….mau keluar juga”, tak lama cairan spermaku mucrat didalam vaginanya yang masih berkedut-kedut juga saat dia juga orgasme.

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“Pah banyak banget keluarnya punya kamu, ini sampai meleleh dilantai dan diranjang” kulihat cairan spermaku Sebagian keluar dari lubang vagina istriku.

“Iya Ma…soalnya Mama hot banget malam ini”.

“Bukanya Mama tiap malam selalu hot pah”.

“Iya Mama tapi kayaknya daster sama hijab Mama bikin Papa hot lihat warna nya kayaknya baru ya”.

“Ya Pah tadi pas jalan diMall aku lihat kok seksi dasternya dan kebetulan hijabnya juga dengan warna yang sama jadi Mama beli buat Papa biar Papa selalu tertarik sama Mama”.

“Emang mama selalu ngerti kesukaan Papa” malam itu aku lakukan sampai dua kali bermain seks dengan istriku dan aku akhiri dengan aku nodan hijan dan dasternya sengan cairan spermaku.

Pagi-pagi aku terbangun, anaku yang paling gede sudah siap-siap mau pergi kesekolah dan aku mau segera mandi. Selesai mandi kulihat istriku masih didapur masih memakai daster satin yang semalam dipakai dan hijab yang sama masih dikenakan dikepalanya membuat batang penisku yang hanya memakai handuk tiba-tiba langsung berdiri dengan kokonya.

Kupeluk tubuhnya dari belakang “Papah bikin kaget Mama saja, awas kalau horny lagi”.

“Iya Mamah pagi-pagi lihat mama pakai daster dan hijab yang semalam kok jadi pingin nih Ma”

Aku cium istriku bagian lehernya dengan bibirku kemudian handuku langsung aku lepas dan jatuh kelantai. Batang penisiku aku gesek-geseknya dibagian belahan pantantnya yang terselip dikain satin dasternya yang sangat licin itu.

“Mamah…..pingin ngetot terus kalau gini sama Mama”.

“Ya Papa entot terus Mamah biar Papa puas, enak Pah gesek disitu”.

“Enak Ma….licin banget kain satin daster punya Mama bikin ketagihan Mama…unghhhh”.

“Terus digesek papa sampai punya Papa keluar”.

“Iya Mamah…..”, sambil aku perluk tubuhnya dari belakang dan kuremas-remas buah dadanya dan kuciumi bagian lahernya dan batang pensiku terus aku gesek-gesekan dikain satin dasternya.

10 menit kemudian cairan spermaku mucrat keluar membasahi kain satin daster istriku dibagian belahan pantatnya itu “Mamahhh…..anghhh…aahhh….ahhhh aku keluar Mamaa…” crot…crottt cairan spermaku keluar membasahi kain satin dasternya.

“Teruss…papa….keluari sampai Papa puas” kemudian aku terdiam sejenak menikmati sisa-sisa cairan spermaku sampai habis keluar.

“Makasih ya Mama, Maaf mama aku ngak masuki kedalam punya Mama soalnya jamnya sudah nagk keburu takut Papa telat”.

“Iya Papah…ngak papa yang peting Papa puas”.

“Nanti malam kita lanjut lagi Ya Mama…jangan lupa pakai daster ini lagi sama hijabnya juga ya mama sayang”.

“Ya jalas dong Papa pasti Mama pakai biar Papa horny terus sama Mama”.

“Jangan lupa sperai yang dikamar depan diganti dengan Sperai satin juga dengan warna yang sama seperti daster Mama biar seperti malam pertama itu”

“Ya Papa pokoknya malam ini serba satin Ya pah biar sama-sama hot”.

“Iya sayang”.

Sampai saat ini fantasi istriku selalu mengerti apa yang aku mau kalau aku melakukan hubungan seks dengan nya dan terimakasih kepada istriku Maya I LOVE YOU.

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