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Morning in Jakarta. Haze. Heat. Noise. The continuous din of scooters and lorries scattering around like worker bees on unkempt streets. I stood on the balcony of the hotel, Sanka coffee in my hand, looking down onto the street. Palm trees, red tiled roofs, a stream or sewage canal (who can be sure here?) ran parallel with the street.

Children, some walking to school with their ninja turtle backpacks, others rummaging for anything in the small rubbish piles at every intersection. In the background the television was on...an animated broadcaster almost screaming in bahasa to any audience listening. I couldn't understand the commotion until my lover emerged from the shower.

"Oh, there will be demonstrations today," she explained.

"Isn't there demonstrations everyday," I replied mockingly.

"No, just on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays!" she smiled.

I walked in from the balcony standing in front of the television. She walked up from behind me, unfurled her beach towel to envelope me. I felt the sweet scent of mint on her breath as her kisses traced the curvature of my ear. I wanted more and turned around to face her, face her unrelenting beauty. And as I began my pout she placed her index finger on my lips.

"Hold that thought honey, I am famished. Let's get something to eat!" she grinned.

"Ok my queen, by your leave," I said and bowed.

"Don't forget it!" she laughed.

When we arrived downstairs for breakfast, the dining room was already a buzz of activity. Our hotel was on one of the major thoroughfares that demonstrators were most likely to walk. Many of the hotel staff were already making ready for any expected incidents. And the moment we sat down to our table overlooking the road, we could hear the first, faint chants of thousands of demonstrators marching down the road.

The waiter came up to us, frowned and frumped, and explained that the people were demonstrating against the recent violence that took place at Glodok department store. Some big fight between the Chinese who were accused of unfair commercial practices that favoured their own community over the Indonesian community.

This is the irony of Indonesia, demonstrations against violence that sometimes turn violent. The demonstrators, headbands and placards extolling the virtues of peace, march reasonably without incident down the road and towards the park across from the president's white house. Time moves forward as the demonstrations continue into the night.

We arrive at the park and mingle into the crowd by now a night party of small bonfires, roasting chicken, cans of tiger beer and sing-a-longs like you could only imagine. I had no idea of the words but was singing right along anyways. And in a moment, dancing all to myself to the folksy guitar plucking of my new found friends, my eyes instantly and unexpectedly locked onto the brilliant lunar eyes of this goddess dancing alone to her own song. When she smiled, the heaven revealed all it's stars and I found myself walking towards her in some hypnotic trance.

Suddenly, the music, the noise, the yelling, everything was gone. Silence. Silence like when you hold your hands over your ears, close your eyes and fall inward on yourself. Somehow, I was able to utter my name. She told me her name in reply. I said a few more things as did she. Then I walked away. She followed. My lover followed her. How we got back to the hotel, it doesn't matter. The only thing I remember was the softness of her skin, softer than velvet. Her kisses were oxygen. Her touch breathed life into my loins. My lover watched.

We stood in front of each other, quivering with anticipation. My lover walked behind her and began disrobing her in front of me. With every layer of clothes dropping to the floor I felt the rise in my manhood. Suddenly, as if a dream, she was naked in front of me, caramel skin, innocence, heavy breasts crowned by dark, brown nipples.

I knelt in front of her, my clothes removed from me and my flushed lips reached out and brushed her hardening nipples. She shivered. Goosebumps. Her hands reached for mine, took them firmly and placed them on her perfectly round ass. Blood pumped into my eardrums with instant heat and I felt the first throws of sensual giddiness.

My kisses travelled down to her belly, lingering... teasing her... until she pushed my head down to her flower. Glints of sweat and wantonness peeked out of the darkness of her jet black pubic hair. Her pussy was plump, like a ripe plum and the juices of the plum flowed like a river. Her hands pushed my head deeper and deeper into her. Legs shaking, erratic breathing, knees bending in a ballerina stance. When I heard the grinding of her teeth, I stood up suddenly, not standing another moment, and flung her to the bed, legs spread eagled and pushed my hard, blood engorged cock deep inside her tightness.

She screamed loudly, and more loudly with every thrust. And in the corner of my eye, I could see my lover, sitting in the chair, masturbating, two fingers plunged into her wetness, biting her lip, squeezing her taught nipples...eyes steeled on our every move.

I rolled her over so that she was now in the cowgirl position on top of me, staring straight into the night eyes of my lover. My head tilted slightly over the end of the bed so that I could also spy on my lover's movements. The voyeur in her had taken over and she was now on automatic.

Blood rushed quickly into her face, and I knew that face that "oh my god! I am going to cum in buckets" face. Her two fingers swirled in blur of circles on her clit, faster and faster and faster until the cramps of pain in her arm could not be felt. She was so close, stretching her legs straight out, muscles rippling, toes askew and as she gritted her teeth... shaking wildly... she let loose a geyser of elixirious cum, yelling madly with ecstasy and passion.

At that moment, I looked up at this mysterious princess fucking me like it was the last day on Earth. She was biting with no reserve on a thick strand of her silken black hair. Her eyes big and bright like the moon, watching the endorphin-rush passion of my lover's orgasm.

In this "time-stand-still" instant, my lover shuffled over and placed my tilted head between her legs. Her cum trickled down into my mouth like maple syrup sap from a tree. Sweet, sugary juice. My tongue reached up like pooh-bear in the honey pot, licking more and more. The motions of lady mystery slowed and I could hear the knarled hisses of two tigers french kissing frantically above me.

I bucked my hips up and down for more action. She responded in kind and soon disengaged from my lover's salacious lips. When I looked up into her face, her eyes were wolfen. And as my hands reached up for her hips she swatted them aside and leveled her hands around my throat...fucking me deeper and deeper, shaking her head to and fro, black mane of hair asunder.

I was near passing out when she howled, waking the dead with her soul-numbing orgasm. She let go and fresh air surged into my lungs. I held my lover's hand, who lay crumpled on the floor leaning against the bed... lady mystery passed out on my chest. And we slept, for what else do wolves do after satiating their hunger...