MAYANG PUJAKU
World Maya-ng
Mayang, you make me drunk kepayang, you floated my mind and hope, not infrequently this mouth groans when you see yourself waltzing.
“Day again." Keep dancing move non-stop, don't let my sleep near the dream, because I enjoy more, this certain reality.
“Day on." Don't you pretend to be tired, I know you're not a weak woman, hajam it, continue to blaspheme this body, move it don't stop, every pierced pleasure this slaluku later, I remember this, I repeat in a dream.
“Mas ... Mas, Mas!”
“Yes, May-ang?”
“This is his drink mas, was mas pesen drink battery-aki beard putih?”
Owh apparently a waitress in the clube. 'Jangkreek!'
“Liatin mba Mayang ya Mas? Hehe.”
“Heum.”
“Mba Mayang mantep ya Mas?”
“Iya.”
“But the price mayang expensive Mas. Mending the same other deh, there are still many ko the same mantep mba Mayang. hehe."
“Home expensive?”
“Wah Masnya, new visitors huh? If Mba Mayang subscriptions here, they naek luxury cars mas ... even there are important people who often nyamperin mba Mayang.”
Is that why Mayang won't take my money? And angry because it does not match the usual price he got, then he felt insulted by me, so he slapped me, my God I really do not know that the tariff that Mayang set is very expensive. I have to explain to the mayor.
“Mas, whose Mas name?”
“My name is Rudi. Who is it?”
“Arjuna Iskandar, ask for your mobile number can you?”
Rudi also gave me his mobile number, I need an insider, it seems like Rudi knows a lot about Mayang's daily life. I also want to find out what information Rudi knows about Mayang,
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I do not know how many sips of wine I drink, while waiting for the right moment to alternate ******.one, two and three. Now it may have been the seventh time he was held again, again and again. My heart ached to see an angel committing a sin, along with 4nj1n9 wild thirsty for passion, and that woman, slalu could make their thirst disappear.
Looking at you from a distance is already incredible, my mind rippling with no time.
Freezing myself, not flinching like a rock
"Haah ... What have you done to me?”
I never tire of being silent, being your admirer from behind. The overcast sky was discussing, the drizzle that fell this afternoon was a longing stub that greeted your presence on earth.so, so, don't take shelter and let your body get wet with the rain. Tonight, I hugged the wind of longing that passed, presented a cup of bitter wine,
'Why is there a curve of your smile in the corner of the glass reflecting table?'
You wander, I'm hooked. Your body moves freely to the rhythm of the world. Your eyes are closed, your head is not still, the right side of the ring to the left sometimes you jump, making something shake.
'hay Mayang, tonight don't expect you to avoid me and this little fella.'
The night is getting late, but my race never goes away, the longer the more chaotic.
My head began to be wracked, the desire was getting hungry. Staring at the pramuria who was once again being held by a man.
I was impatient again and moved from where I was sitting, approaching the presence of a mayang who was in the arms of people. ‘Quietly, I will make this adgean as neat as possible.’
Bruins .…
“kamu this, if the path of the eye is used also do not just ngandelin snoring!”
The old man who was about to take Mayang I hit, and I spilled a drink on his shirt. He immediately cursed, scolding with various words.
‘Jeez, I have to let myself in this Bangka old pri blasphemy.’
“Sorry Sir, I really did not accidentally.”
“Sorry, sorry. You piker this cheap shirt! Shit I gotta get on my shirt!”
The old man passed away, leaving behind his own mayang. I felt someone looking at me with a sharp look.
“You again ... why are you here again! You have disrupted my work!”
“Sorry may I ga on purpose,”
Mayang ignored my words, and passed away.
'Hay sweet lady, you make me slit when my broom isn't you gubris.’
But this time it won't happen, do you want to leave kuseniri again? Can't miss. I reached out to the mayang's hand, I pulled it and held it in my arms. I can no longer control my sanity. I leave the next story to miss Eve and lord lust.
“Darling, you forced me this way. So you have to go with me.”
“What are you doing?”
“kyaa .…”
I hold the body mayang, its position is like a sack of rice brought by porters in the market. ‘aku has gone crazy.’ I took the mayang to the top room, one by one my stairs went up. I just want to take the mayang to a place far from the noise in the clube and as long as the noise is heard I will keep going.
“Hey, quickly put me down! You're crazy, aren't you? I know you're drunk, but this is too much! I'm crying once again. Cepaat put me down!”
I don't care what the mayang says or the threat. It's up to him to curse me, I don't care.
One, two and now three. Either empty room I've passed, but the noise I can still hear. And until finally found a room that can not be reached by the ear bully.
Brains ....
My actions are now brutal.
'Laah .. I think this door is in the lock, knapa should I kick!'
"Arjuna, let me go! you're crazy!"
"Aryan? so it's true what I thought, you do know me! but sorry .. now I have become Duryudana, the leader of the Kauravas .. hahaha."
I was completely insane, a mind that was nurtured with emotion, and doused with jealousy from then on, was now bearing lust.
'I will punish you Mayang. Basic naughty.'
I threw Mayang on the bed. His voice squealed a little, as to his possible pain. He looked at me with his beautiful eyes
"What's wrong with your face? Why is it that only to me do you show me your dear eyes?"
I kept talking, unbuttoning my clothes one by one. While Mayang just crossed his arms on his chest. 'Is that a sign of rejection for what I am about to do? Come on Mayang, it won't work.' With an evil smile and a clouded brain, because the wine and hope that was originally threatened will fall.
Now there is not a thread that sticks from the tip of the hair down to my feet. Slowly close my distance to Mayang and say.
"Don't call me Arjuna, if it doesn't get you drooping tonight. Shut up. Don't make a move, help me get to the top. Bring me to your world Mayang."
SERIATE.
