Nothing out of ordinary with the room number 17 and it just likes any other room in Tubagus Ismail VII Mansion. Most of them have the same room sizes, interiors and they shared common facilities such as; living room, dining room and kitchen area.
Until something extraordinary happened to me in one beautiful-peaceful morning. I saw something that I shouldn’t see and it had been haunted me for the rest of my stay in Tubagus Ismail VII Mansion.
It’s all started when I was doing my ritual activity in the morning -- going out to get my breakfast. My room is in the second floor and I liked to use front door exit which I have to pass the aisle of first floor corridor. It was quiet and beautiful morning as far as I could remember.
And since it was early in the morning, no one has awake. I was the only one who is walking down the corridor aisle. While I was enjoying the morning fresh air, from the distant I saw something was moving so quickly toward the first floor kitchen area.
I can’t tell what it was since I didn’t use my glasses so my vision little bit blurred. The closer I got to the kitchen, the more clearer my vision was. It was a male hunched over in front of the refrigerator as if he was looking for food in the refrigerator.
I can’t see his face clearly however something extraordinary just caught my eyes!!! It was so captivated and hypnotized -- it almost made my heart stop and gasping for fresh air.
There it was in front of my two bare eyes, so close and personal -- I saw rounded, firms, squeezable butts screamed out loud asking me to set them free.
My heart felt so deeply moving by them and somehow I could feel their pains under that white transparent tight boxers’ short. I was almost so close to set them free until I restrained my two hands from ripping it off and I decided to walk away.
Then I realized that my split second decision to walk away has haunted me and I could not forgive myself ever since!!! How could I let that rounded, firms, squeezable butt detained and suffering under that white transparent tight boxer short! without doing anything. I’m so SORRY butt!!! I do … I’M SORRY!
I tried to find who the man behind that captivated rounded, firms, squeezable butt. A friend of mine who stayed longer than me said that it belong to the room number 17.
Unfortunately until I finished writing this article, I haven’t had chance to tell him anything. I guess I just have to live with that moment.
Before I leave Tubagus VII Mansion, I would like to write a letter to the room number 17 to express my deep feeling about that haunted moment.
Dear Room Number 17 (the Captivated Butt)
Sorry, I haven’t had a chance to proper introduce myself to you; however I have to speak this issue now before forever holds my peace. I’ve been tortured inside out ever since I saw your rounded, firms, squeezable butt screams out loud asking me to set them free and I turned my back on them. My decision to walk away from them has haunted me and I could not forgive myself.
You may not realize it how the white transparent tight boxer’s short treated them. They suffocated then and treated them like barbarian. Honestly it made me sick to my stomach!!!
Please for my peace of minds, could you be so kinds to give your captivated butt a room to breathe and once a while release them in to the wild.
I told you all of this because of my huge concern for your butt well being and nothing more.
Could you also be kinds to ask for their forgiveness? I’m sorry I could do anything that day and I have to bear the consequent for the rest of my life because of it.
I’m sorry … Good Bye,
GBUGB (God Bless Ur Glorious Butt)
XOXO – your truly
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