Dusk Belibis
I'M JUST KHILAF

''God help me! what should I do! strengthen faith! o Allah.'' In the noise of his head, this young man continued to try to resuscitate himself who was empowered by his own taste. Trying to explain to his conscious brain that what happened was a mistake.

Abhimanyu stepped unsteadily away from the Gita, the magnetic field that the Gita propagated so strongly, becoming brain pollution.

Running into hiding in a hurry to close the door, with both hands Abhimanyu smothered the bottom of his stomach tightly.

His conscious brain was struggling, not justifying his actions, but his body and feeling could not lie to reality. Even though he refused what happened.

Oh, God, what is this? Why did my head become dizzy, circling in all directions, all the contents of my room became flying.

Why is his love this time unfortunate, loving someone who obviously can not have.

Haaaaah....!

Abhimanyu locked the door to his room. Lamenting the loneliness that was suffering in her mind, Gita was so stubborn, not wanting to go from her imagination as well as her delusion, although it had been banished it remained, forcing her to want to fill in and stay in her mind.

Clearly everything she felt was wrong! Abhimanyu realized that.

"Can it kill me!" thought this young man back and forth, thinking of the best way to escape from the magnetic field of a Sagittarius.

Huh!

He slammed his body into a bed twice a meter and a half, face down cursing himself.

The flavor that suddenly comes is a lust boost. Feeling the sensation of struggling and kissing is also warm embrace of a Sagittarius. Gita's figure in a pink dress, her face flying, kept circling and dancing around, waving to call out to her to immediately enjoy.

"Aunt..bibi..aunt...aunt...bibi...bibiiiiiii!"

The delicious sensation of touching Gita's body becomes a wise imagination and feels real to him.

"Auntie..auntie..auntie...!!!"

Abhimanyu went mad alone, in his room, accompanied by tireless working spiders, mosquitoes - mosquitoes that went to feast on his blood as well as demons that clapped for victory.

Like a fish running out of water, the young man's entire body felt hot, his throat was dry. His mouth curled at an irregular length.

Aunty.auntie..auntie..!

Fucking fuck!

For Abhimanyu in his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief. So delicious, his fantasy.

It's somehow the number of times he's flown with Gita's shadow.

Finally this young man could only be face down in the lethargic bed in his small room, bewildered by the strange events that had happened to him lately, cursing himself.

What yes? How so? Why yes? The brain in his cranium was like melting when he saw the Gita.

Why did he become a bastard to fuck his own lips even though in the world of imagination, such things had become his routine even he began to feel addicted.

"Astagfirullah alazim! Demonic possession where I'm from."

If only it could be a little honest, the woman he once slept with for real, could not beat the pleasure he got from his fantasy with Gita.

Oh God, wake me up! this is a great sin, God!

"Sadist! it's really sadistic! Aunt oh aunty, my aunt Sagittarius."

Aaaaaah...!

Abhimanyu was confused, with what happened to him, sometimes he wondered for himself to find the truth in himself or could be said to try to justify himself for all his behavior.

“I only khilaf.”