The counter was steady, much more steady than my feet, or was the floor filled with marbles? Somehow it was impossible to walk straight, but leaning against the counter made it easier to stand up for a moment. I looked around but the bar was filled with smoke, actually making my eyes dry, itching and the air was heavy to breath. What was going on here? Was I really that drunk after two glasses of whiskey, or was I going insane? Was it allergic perhaps? I moved slightly, and people looked at me with disgust. I tried to explain that my head was clear as crystal, but my body just wouldn't respond to the commands my brain was sending out. I heard my own deep dark moaning as I tried to speak, and suddenly I felt the counter slipping from my hand, as I fell to the dirty floor. I could see it rushing towards my face in an increasing pace, and I thought "This will hurt".
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The roof was white, with a rather long crack going from the wall near my head towards the center of the room where it disappeared into nothingness. I looked at the crack realizing that it was moving from side to side, from crisp sharp to utterly blurry, and I closed my eyes again. I took a deep breath, and opened my eyes again. The crack was still there, but more or less motionless this time. My head felt to small, or had my brain grown from learning something new? I couldn't tell which, just saw my eyesight get redder with every beat of my heart. I couldn't hold my eyes open anymore, and everything turned black.
My dream was short, a faint memory of a kind smile, an analgesic drug, a glass of water and the emptiness in the black void of my thoughts again. I opened my eyes, the crack was still there, this time motionless, slightly blurry but there, getting sharper with each breath.
"You are awake."
A warm female voice suddenly broke the silence, the voice of an angel which made me cold in my stomach, empty in my chest. Was I dead? Thinking back I could recall the floor coming towards my face, and the darkness after that. Did I really fall and break my neck? I found myself staring at the crack as if it was the threat of my own life, and how it disappeared close to the center of the room. Was this heaven or hell? I couldn't tell, I just couldn't tell.
A shadow came over me, and I thought that it was the answer: I was in hell. The shadow suddenly smiled at me, and as my eyes adjusted to reality I saw the face of a woman appear in the shadows of her long dark brown hair. Her eyes were brighter than any I had seen before, and with her eyes in mine I could hear her speak softly with her angels voice.
"I was worried that you were seriously injured."
Injured? Her voice came like a blanket over me, warming me instantly and I began to realize what had happened. I had become drunk, although I only drank two glasses of whiskey I must have rushed it, and I hadn't eaten anything before that either. The alcohol must have jumped up in my head in no time, and knocked me down like a baseball bat.
"You're probably wondering where you are. You're in my apartment, just around the corner from the bar where you injured yourself yesterday. My name is Joylene."
I looked at her face as she sat down next to me. The sunlight from the window lit up her face and I saw how her eyes became brighter in her dark skinned frame. I was a bit surprised, but her calm voice made me feel at ease. I looked into her eyes, and tried to talk, but nothing came out right. She placed her finger on my lips, and smiled.
"You had to much to drink yesterday, and no one else would even bother to look if you were all right or not. When you didn't wake up, I checked your pockets for an id, but you were not carrying any, so I had two of my friends carry you to my apartment. You have been sleeping about 20 hours, so you had me worried."
I moved my hand towards her, but couldn't move it far. When my hand fell down it landed on her naked thigh, and I felt her smooth skin against my fingertips. She smiled as she placed her hand on mine, and caressed the back of it.
"20 hours?"
My voice was dry like the driest Martini, and the olive was stuck in my throat.
"Yes, it's already getting late. It's Saturday, and you can stay here until tomorrow to gain your strength back."
Her angel voice was the last thing I heard before my eyelids became to heavy.
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I laid motionless as the warmth wrapped me with it's security. The waves of motion in the air was rocking me as I rested, the sound of music in the distance. All was there to enhance my peace as if nature wanted to treat me with it's best after the errors I had made. I watched the red sun go down in the horizon as it was about to vanish beyond the ocean ridge the music got more intense, the beat got heavier and the vocals got darker, more guttural. The sun remained hanging on the edge, pulsating with it's intense red light, and the ground began to move underneath me.
I opened up my eyes. The room was dark only lighted by the red neon signs from the street outside, music beating from a nearby disco. "Where am I?" was the question my mind was trying to answer with the little input the room gave. Slowly, as the pace of the rocking bed, the memories of a kind woman took form, the gentle smile, the sparkling eyes, the warmth of her hands. In the middle of all memories, a sharp unavoidable yet indescribable knowledge: the bed was rocking? I tried to understand the cause, as my eyes started to adapt to the darkness of the room and the flashing red light. I wasn't alone in bed was the conclusion to my dizzy observations. The woman was laying a few inches from my left shoulder, actually using my left arms as her pillow, laying on her back moaning silently as her body moved uncontrollably. The situation was unreal, almost embarrassing, yet without a movement, I remained still gazing at this beautiful woman as she kept on moaning next to me.
"Forgive me."
Her whisper wasn't meant for me, it was spoken to someone else, perhaps a religious God or a dream lover. Her body stopped moving, as she tried to regain control over her panting breath. I watched in the corner of my eye as she tried to be still, but then without saying a word, she turned towards me, placing her cheek on my shoulder, pulling her knee up over my leg, and as her knee came to meet my crouch I felt for the first time how much my body had reacted to her play. All I could do was hope that she didn't notice it too. For moments that seemed like an eternity, my ears were concentrated on her breathing, and it remained peaceful and even, no apparent change, in the next moment I felt her knee rubbing my hard member. Gently at first, then more and more intense, and with my concentration still on her breathing I could hear that she wasn't disliking it, nor intended to stop. Her breath became deeper, breathing through her open mouth, intentionally or not, straight over my left nipple.
I could feel her hand move nervously, then stop, move again, stop. Lower and lower each time, until it reached my thigh. I could almost hear her thoughts as she fought herself whether or not to continue, and suddenly her wicked side won as her hand took the place her knee had just moments earlier, graceful and considerate. Her fingers surrounded the thin fabric that was separating her hand from my growing pole. I opened my eyes just so much that I could see her, yet knowing that to her I would appear to be sleeping, and her dark skin was steaming in the red light. I laid motionless feeling as her fingers were exploring my growth, by barely touching forcing me to grow even more until the head reached out into her fingers. I closed my eyes, and felt my heart pounding in my chest as her fingers kept touching the soft surface of the head. I couldn't risk looking, and my nerves where like strings on a violin. I felt her moving slightly next to me, suddenly feeling her tongue on my nipple, circling it slightly before she moved out of bed, letting go of my body.
I could hear her move away from the bed, and the sound of running water from the kitchen or bathroom. I opened my eyes again, gazing towards the sound, and saw her walk to the bed again. She was wearing a thin red baby doll, or perhaps it was white colored by the red light. Her eyes were glowing in the dark even during those moments when the neon lights weren't lit, making her look almost possessed. She walked towards me, gracefully as a cat, still with some hesitation in her steps. As time passed she finally stood by my feet, still unaware of the fact that I was awake and watching her through the narrow opening between my eyelashes. I watched her kneel and like a panther slowly move up between my legs. The blanket was still covering my lower body, but I could feel her pulling it down, revealing more and more of my naked body until I could feel the air cooling my thighs a bit. I could see her eyes fixed on my crotch and she moved slowly closer until she could sit on her knees before she began to lean down.
Leaning on her hands next to my hips, she came closer and closer to my manhood, moving slowly not to wake me. Her wavy dark brown hair fell down on my thighs, covering the lights from outside to reach her face, and I saw the darkness reach my crotch. Her nose touched the thin fabric of my pants, and I could hear her inhaling. For a while that was all she did, just took my scent into her care. I was amazed about her boldness, but also the way she inhaled me as if I was some sort of drug. For a long time she kept inhaling me, her breath getting deeper with each breath, at the same time as she began to rub her nose against me, in small circles. It was a mysterious ritual she was performing, but so erotic, so passionate, so intriguing and I couldn't help feeling my manhood growing beneath the tip of her nose. I began to rise for her, and as she moved in wider circles, she suddenly touched the head, which felt like a bolt of lightning through my body. Yet she didn't react to my body's movement as she continued to rub her nose against me. I could feel her hands moving over my hips, and her slender fingers pulling my pants down underneath my balls, her nose holding my cock down towards my stomach.
She moved back, and as her face came into the light, I could see that her eyes were fixed on my erected cock. She was licking her lips, making them soft and moist, while her fingers were gathering in my groins, her thumbs caressing my balls gently, moving to press the root of my standing pole. Her fingers working around the base of the growth, as she gently lean forward again, opening her full lips, and before her face was covered in shadow, I saw the tip of her pink tongue reaching out to greet me. She moved her fingers slightly, changing the angle of my cock, so that the tip of her tongue met the nerve underneath my head, and slowly she began to lick it, up and down the half inch long area. I could hear her moaning as she tasted me, and I closed my eyes enjoying her touch and trying not to show her any signs of me being awake. The situation was so unreal, yet I wouldn't want it to stop.
"Turn on the light."
Her whisper was like a shiver in my spine, but it was inevitable. She knew that I was awake. How long had she known? I moved my right hand slowly up to the nightstand, found the a switch and a pale light began to glow above my right shoulder. The soft light forced the shadows from her face, and she smiled as she continued to lick the small area underneath the head. I looked at her, greeted her smile and licked my dry lips.
