The Temptation of Luring the Ruler Man
Early on

The night was silent, the atmosphere of shahdu behind the moonlight. We were just after a walk, and now I drove the lover home to the boarding house. As I was about to say goodbye, the girl held me in a warm embrace. He pulled me slowly and led her into the room. There is no living room, which seems only a small floor mattress that is enough to sleep with one person. With a medium-sized plastic cupboard standing near the window. Enter a little more there is a small bathroom, next to it there is a place to cook and sink.Although narrow but looks neat and clean.

I'm not a saint, I'm a normal man who, if treated warmly, will accept gladly, even wanting more. She smiled and led me to sit on her bed.

Unnecessarily stale I crave his frenzied lips, ****** are passionate. Our tongues dance through each cavity, seeking and receiving. Unknowingly my right hand landed on top of the breast that was still wrapped in a long-sleeved T-shirt. I felt alternately the twin mountains, slowly and sometimes slightly gripping to make him bend the body. Her moans were held back because my mouth was still smothering her.

Not to be outdone, the beautiful girl even dared to feel my manhood behind the jeans I was wearing. Adding to the shackling desire wants to be completed immediately. We stopped kissing, actively pushing the girl into bed. I moaned as he crept his mouth around his neck, while his hands were still active down there trying to open the belt. He sat up near my thigh. Wrestling with the zipper of his pants, his eyes widened as the bird in the cage poked out.

"I didn't know if you'd be big and this long. I've been guessing while observing him behind the jeans you wear. But not expecting it to be so amazing like this," said the girl smiling gleefully.

Both his hands and tongue alternately played stroking and licking every inch of my sensitive side, I closed my eyes repeatedly growling, moaning at the sensi of his deeds. Making a drift, a truly beguiling taste.

However, it did not last long, in the dark even faintly appeared the faces of my mother and sister who were still in High School. They both looked at me expressionlessly.

I choked to my senses, I opened my eyes, looked at the girl who was still struggling between my thighs.

"Helene is enough." I said a little. Although I really don't want to end this feeling. But my little heart kept rebelling. Impatiently, I immediately got up I justified the location of my pants. I guided him to his feet. I hugged the girl I loved so much. The lust that had just erupted slowly disappeared with the shadows of my mother and sister increasingly milling in memory.

"Darling," said the girl.

"No, it's not like this baby, I really want you but not this way." I tightened my embrace. I took off a hug when I heard a sobbing cry.

"Darling why are you crying?" my words summed up his face.

"Edzard, I think you're just like Kenzo because you two are best friends. I don't think you're this kind of person. Being present in my life, makes me dependent on you. Now that I feel even more guilty, I feel like I'm a very, very bad person in front of you" said Helene, sobbing that I was confused.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" I held his shoulder trying to digest every utterance.

"What are you saying anyway? If it was because of that. I think it's natural, right if we lust with our partner. Since we love each other, I must also be lustful to see you Helene. Your seductive body, your breasts that are above normal mean I am bigger than the others. And ... and ...." I was at a loss to continue the nonsensical remark I just uttered .

"I'm not a virgin anymore Edzard, I've been repeatedly sleeping with other men before you. Even I. .. I had time to sleep with Kenzo before being with you," Helene said, giving a crushing blow to my heart.

I might be able to take it if it's another guy, but Kenzo. I exhaled heavily repeatedly, laughing at my stupidity. Frustration is seeping into my head. I clutched the hair on the head. I want to get angry and say dirty words.

"Would we break up Edzard, I'd feel guilty if I stayed with you. I won't relax seeing you hate me. You're the first man I ever loved with a sincere heart" Helene cried out in tears. My anger began to subside when our gazes met.

It felt like I wanted to run as far away as possible, but my conscience refused. Hate exists, but she is still a fragile woman. I tried to stay strong and calm. I don't want to run away, I hope our relationship problems are resolved without hurting each other.

"Thank you for being honest Helene, maybe I need some time to calm my heart and my feelings. I'll try not to hate you. Let's make peace either as a friend or a girlfriend. But I still hope you try to be a better woman, don't do anything that will hurt you in the end." That sentence just came out.

We hugged each other for the last time, I went back home after Helene calmed down. There is a sense of disappointment there is a sense of hate mixed into one. Succeeding. I had an awkward argument with Kenzo Julian. But then I came back. Maybe it was all because of my stupidity. Kenzo warned me not to get close to Helene, but my feelings were different. I don't think I thought. If what Kenzo really meant was that. As the time rolls on, the pain slowly begins to disappear, along with the love buried with the wound. Not a trauma, it's just that I became a voter. I don't want to be hurt or betrayed. Just once, yes, enough once. Time was still rolling, until the end of college we still often exchanged news, even though our relationship ended, could not be together like before. Sometimes I feel envious, envious of his freedom that is like no burden. How not, he looks perfect, with a rich family background. But in fact, it does not guarantee happiness.

He came home to apologize. I saw the look in his eyes, though it was a glare, but it seemed to emit a bit of bitterness in it. I don't know what he thinks or feels. To be sure, when it came to the old man his eyes turned sad. We're lying in bed, Kenzo tonight for the first time staying at my house.

"If only my parents had time for me like your parents Edzard."

"Don't be like that, your parents must be busy taking care of all their business. All parents love their son Kenzo, and so do your parents." I'm trying to cheer up.

Feeling lonely, it turns out that sadness is just a sense of loneliness. Unfortunately, only that word can describe it. I thought, maybe luckier than her lonely one.

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