You awake to find me standing at the foot of your bed, the curtains on your window fluttering in the night breeze and the smell of patchouli in the air.  You struggle to sit up but find yourself unable; it’s as if some invisible wires are holding you down.  I peel off my jet black blouse and let it drop to the floor; my breasts are almost spilling out of my strapless bra.  I reach up and squeeze them as you watch helplessly.

I unhook the bra, let it fall, and slip my pinkies through the gold rings hanging from my nipples.  You watch in fascination as I pull and twist them, knowing that it must hurt though I give no sign that it does.  Quite the opposite, in fact… my nipples are hardening so much that they seem to have a life of their own.

I hike my short leather skirt up around my waist and put one stocking-clad foot up on the bed next to your leg.  Your mouth falls open as I part my pussy lips and you watch my fingers disappear inside as I watch your erection throb between your legs.  I take my sticky fingers out and grab your cock like a vise as I crawl onto the bed.

“Fuck my brains out,” I growl as I lower my hips onto your hardon…

You wake up and look around, alone in your room.  Only the smell of patchouli remains.  Will I ever return?

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