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She woke up with burr in her mouth, her teeth fuzzy, her memory blacked out. 
Argh! Red wine, she recognised the signs. Burying her head in the pillow. Pillows? The sheets felt unfamiliar. 
What have I done? She recognised the signs of a one night stand. Opening her gummy eye lids she made out an elbow, and a naked arm. 
Did it lead to a naked body?
She closed her eyes and tried to fast rewind in her mind the events of last night. 
Party, party, party. She didn't remember attending one. What happened last night? 
She came up blank, she felt herself on the bed, yes she was unclothed. Completely naked. She couldn't tell if she had had sex or not. She pulled her fingers to her nose. 
Yes, the unmistaken smell of woman and it wasn't hers. It wasn't unpleasant.  
She sat up in bed looking for her clothes, if this was a one night stand, the night was over and it was time head out. 
She was curious, she wanted to know who, to remember what. She looked to her right at the elbow, an arm with the cotton sheet encasing the curvy womanly body next to her. She lifted the pillow covering the head and saw an ugly face, a youngish ugly faced young woman gently snoring. 
She still couldn't remember how she got here to this space or the young woman. Her limbs didn't feel like she had spent all night in passionate embrace. 
She needed the toilet and she needed to get out now. She let the pillow fall softly over the face and tired to quietly slide off the bed. 
She felt a surprisingly strong boney hand grab her arm. 
"Ina zaki"? Her bedmate asked in a not unpleasant voice.
"Bayangida", she replied her throat scratchy, her head spinning. 
" Ina bayadaikin yake"? she asked in a firm voice,  aiming for the offensive posture. 
She was in a strange young woman's bed. A stranger she could not remember meeting. The chances were,  she was not safe and not knowing the who, where, what, nor how, meant she had to have the upper hand. 
She had yet to meet a woman who appreciated being forgotten or at worse not even remembered. 
"Ga yi can, kofa ta hagu" Her bedmate responded to her question in a clear voice.
 She shucked off the bed looking around to find something to cover her nakedness with. She couldn't find her clothes and she didn't want to be obvious about it. 
Her bedmate looked at her from under the pillow, she had sleep around her eyes and dried drool on her jaw. 
"Ki dauka wannan". She said, indicating the cotton sheet covering her nakedness. 
She stared a Duniya with dark knowing eyes, how old was she to have such a look? Duniya reluctantly looked towards the bed, towards her bedmate's body and the sheets wrapped around her curvy body. 
It was a game, she was being played with but she was no one's mouse. She stood up naked and strong and gentle pulled the sheets by her bedmate's feet deliberately  Watching it slowly unfurl around the warm, beautiful body. 
Her bedmate staring right up into Duniya's eyes, unresisting the moving sheets, tugging gently where it had been trapped around her sleeping form. 
Duniya, did not stare back at her eyes but was mesmerised by the unwrapping of the beautiful young body on the bed before her. 
She felt warm and aroused. Yes, she thought. I can see how I got into this predicament. She watched as the sheet, revealed the collar bone, the top swell of the breast, she could see the taut nipples through the sheet and could hardly wait for the reveal. 
She steeled herself and hoped her expression was not as slacked jawed and idiotic as she felt. She was totally under her bedmate's spell. She refused to allow the thought and the irritating bell of caution telling her to get out to intrude  This was not her bedmate's first rodeo, as young as she was she was definitely a mistress of seduction. 
She chastised herself. Was she going to put all the blame on this young woman? Was she being seduced or was she just using her arousal as an excuse to blame this young woman for owning her own power. 
She yanked the sheet harder than she had planned with a grunt. The set of her face and her body language must have telegraphed itself. She was bad at deceit. 
To her bedmate's credit, she did not show she had noticed the change in mood. But lay there naked her leg bent while the other one straight. Just looking right into Duniya's eyes. 
Duniya felt the heat rush within her again. She stared boldly at her bedmate. She looked at every part of  her naked invitation with the cotton sheet in her hand.  Then looked at her bedmate in the eye and held her stare. 
She stood in the woman's bedroom by her bed naked looking at the naked woman's invitation. She knelt on the bed by her feet, letting the cotton covering fall from her hand.
She reached for her bedmate's foot with the same right hand that had uncovered her and slowly stroked her leg beginning with the foot.  She moulded her thick ankle with her hand, traced her soft calves to her shin with a cool palm. She pushed the shin upwards so the knee was facing the ceiling. She stroked both knees, shins, thighs.
She looked up at those eyes, which had not changed expression just watching her as she parted her knees and exposed a perfectly groomed centre. 
Duniya kissed her left knee to her thigh with her lips,  inhaling her foul breathe which rose up and mixed with the musky scent of her bedmate's arousal. 
She did not break her gaze as she settled between her thighs and slowly buried her face between her bedmate's heat.
She felt herself shiver in desire before her lips met it's target, She felt her bedmate quiver in desire just as her lips gently brushed her skin, her reaction sending an exponential response in her, flaming her desire and exposing a primal hunger that left no space for thoughts or thinking. 
She was slow, she was soft as she took her time, revelling in the feel of this woman, her mewling sounds kerosine to the fires of their desire. 
She wanted to go fast and hard, but she held herself back. Chemistry was not to be taken for granted especially not this type, this explosive heat, this all encompassing connection. 
Her bedmate telegraphed she wanted more, more pressure, more touch, more stroking without words. Duniya might give her what she asked for, but only in her own time and at her own pace. 
Duniya wanted to taste her, to pleasure her,to take her time and enjoy this woman's offering. She felt boney hands tugging her hair painfully. Her bedmate wanted more, she wanted faster, she wanted harder, she wanted deeper. But Duniya wanted soft and slow. Next time. If there was a next time. Next time she would give her what she wanted. 
But for right now, Duniya was intoxicated by her bedmate's essence, she was intoxicated by the taste of her as she felt her gushing, slow pooling warm liquid. She was intoxicated by the softness of her folds and how it opened right before her eyes, like one of those flower's in a David Attenborough documentary. From a closed bud to open sepals, petals so alluring to the hummingbird feeding greedily on its nectar. 
Duniya was gone, there were sounds of moaning loudly, she couldn't tell who's was who's. She held her bedmates legs firmly resisting as she reflectively tried to squeeze her legs shut in passion. She was coming fast, and coming hard. Duniya had not had her fill. She gorged on her softly, slowly, with her lips, kissing softly every part of her feminine flower. Her bedmate screamed loudly as she came again but Duniya would not relent. She unleashed herself letting the roughness she had been holding back overwhelm her. 
She thrust her tongue into the sticky warm well. Thrusting with an intensity she felt as if the last source of moisture in the world was at the base of this woman's hole. She lapped inside of her, around her, holding down her bedmate's writhing hips until it was fruitless to do so. She sat up between the risen hips and fastened her pussy to her mouth as she fed on her. She felt the bones of her bedmate turn to jelly as she supported her dead weight but did not let go. 
She ate her as she mewled, she ate her as she cried out, she at her she moaned and groaned and twisted and turned. She ate her as her bedmate's limp form submitted itself to her and her pleasures. 
Duniya let her hips fall back to the bed, she deliberately covered her sweat covered body over her bedmate's, looking at the face she had thought of as ugly just a few hours ago.  Her bedmate was not beautiful she thought as she looked at the closed eyes and parted lips, at the thick nose and heavy forehead. But she had the most delicious tongue, Duniya thought as she dipped her tongue into her mouth capturing it and sucking it slowly. 
Her bedmate moaned weakly, Duniya watched her face as she ran her hand between them, over her breasts, the folds of her stomach, slowly feeling her hips, around her thighs and cupping her fleshy bottom to her, hard. 
Her bedmate's eyes fluttered  open just as Duniya rubbed herself against her bruised folds. Her bedmate lifted her head from the pillow to capture Duniya's mouth and she let her. Looking into her eyes as she ground into her, her pleasure rising. She didn't have to do a lot, this was a gentle row on a quiet stream. They ground into each other slowly opening, slowing cresting, with no force, no tension using the latent energy of their earlier passions to spark the bright white light that came from within them, as their toes curled and bodies tensed at the exact same time and the electricity built so much so, it felt like every part of their cells where connected and they screamed synchronously to silence.