My hairs rose as her husky voice enveloped me. “Where have I been all your life?” she said, running one warm finger down my neck. I almost fell down her fabulous cinnamon cleavage. Black hair a mass, tumbling everywhere, colourful muslin clinging to her body, showing her curves. She grinned delightedly, full of life. I was mesmerised. I started to make some smart remark then I looked into her eyes, falling into them.
The lust pouring out of just about every one of my orifices was insistent and I just threw caution to the winds. I recall breathlessly ripping off my gear while she shimmied out of that cloth wisp. She pushed me onto my bed and straddled me, her scrumptious breasts enveloped my face. At this point I think I passed out in sheer pleasure and excitement.
I groaned as I awoke. The morning light seemed awfully bright. I tripped on my clothes as I fell out of the bed, stumbling around. She was gone. Suddenly I saw the clock. I was going to be late for work. All day my mind was on her. My panties kept flooding.
After work I staggered home, jumping when I felt hot breath on my neck! “Hmmmm…” she hummed before pouncing on my lips for a long slow kiss. My ability to think stopped in its tracks. When we came up for air, she hustled me into the kitchen. I noticed that it was already dusk. She pushed me gently into a chair, ruffled my hair. “Look, I ate earlier but you don’t look too steady.” She then proceeded to make the most delicious omelette from the nothings in my virtually empty fridge. I wolfed it down. I gulped the huge cup of cocoa that she seemed to have conjured from somewhere. I sat back replete. “Seems to me you’ve done enough work today, let’s go to bed shall we?” she said cheerily, and that’s exactly what we did.
Life continued in this vein for months. I gradually came to realise that I’d not met any of her friends. I never actually saw her during the day. In fact we only ever met at my place. Finally when I suggested we go to the Mardi Gras Fair Day, she looked horrified for a moment. Then she fell to her knees, raised my skirt - knowing full well I was totally naked underneath. She rested her face in my ‘map of Tassie’, then gently parted my lips and began licking and sucking. With a groan I began to lose control of my knees. Without removing her mouth she managed somehow to lay me down, bringing me to such a screaming pitch that I passed out. When I came to, she had disappeared, every sign of her ever being at my place had vanished. Her mobile number didn’t even work.
In that crazy passionate time, she had managed to utterly drain me…
My hairs rose as her husky voice enveloped me. “Where have I been all your life?” she said, running one warm finger down my neck. I almost fell down her fabulous cinnamon cleavage. Black hair a mass, tumbling everywhere, colourful muslin clinging to her body, showing her curves. She grinned delightedly, full of life. I was mesmerised. I started to make some smart remark then I looked into her eyes, falling into them. 
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