Jིoིuིrིnིeིyི Bིeིgིiིnིsི

"Aww shit'

A thousand African drums beat at an undisclosed location. It taunts whoever hears it to move their body, unfortunately Julie is the only one hearing. She endeavors to move her coco cola shaped body and it hits her- it's all in her head. She's finally coming through, squinting like a blind seeing the light of day for the first time .she focuses on the clock ahead of her. Noon.

'What the fuck? Was I that fucked up last night? I don't remember drinking that much."

She never does, being the lightweight drinker that she is forgetting everything after her third drink and last night was not an exception. She started off at a bar about ten minutes away from her apartment and five shots of tequila later she was on her way to rave across town. She has partial recollections of the night but they make no sense-they never do. She taking another go at making sense of the mess that was dancing around in her head when her cell phone rang. The ID showed that it was her best friend Anya.

She answered still trying to pull herself together, "Hey Annie"

"You bitch", was offered as a greeting with a side of chuckle.

Knowing that this meant that her friend had had a fun night Julie returned the chuckle and said, "I learnt from the best."

This was said in praise to Anya, who had in high school taken Julie under her wing and taught her that life was more than straight A's.

"Very funny but true" was the response. "Anyway where are you? You didn't say you were leaving and it's now past noon and you haven't called with the details."

"I –I don't know where I am myself" she stammered as she now realized that she wasn't at her apartment.

"Um, Annie- can we do a late lunch?"

"Are you okay Juls" her friend asked most concerned. "You like there's a ghost before you."

"No I'm fine just need to sort myself. See you at lunch."

"Sure Juls, say about three?"

"Okay three it is."

Still sitting on the king sized bed with the mid day sun gently kissing her firm round breasts. Julie took in her surroundings. The room was tastefully adorned with burgundy and gold linen drapes. The walls were mostly white with lime green trimmings made any one in the room feel immediately at ease.

Still a little light headed she fell back unto the white feathered pillow only to find herself starring up at a mirror as big and as long as the bed itself. The small dim light bulbs that sat around the mirror like a crown gave it a strange yet romantic appearance.

Staring at the mirror, Julie was now starting to get comfortable when it happened. Like a fortune teller looking into her crystal ball, the mirror took Julie on a trip into the previous night. She couldn't see the images clearly but, she knew that she was the woman in them. She was now remembering.

She blushed at the memories that were now being revealed to her. She remembered how he was gentle but controlling. How he made love to her, kissing and touching all the right places at all the right times. Even clearer in her mind was the moment he smiled, looked deep into her eyes and said," Let me take care of you. Let me take you around the world."

A light chuckle escaped her lips as the memory of how his eyes shone with enthusiasm and eagerness of a child's, when she had given him consent. At the way he disappeared under the sheets. She enjoyed remembering it all especially the floating sensation she felt in about a minute after he went diving. His tongue and fingers moved at an uncommon yet perfectly harmonized rhythm. When he resurfaced he was a crooked boyish smile. Her moans, groans and screams were still jumping around in her head.

"How the hell did you do that? Never have I come so many times just by getting my pussy eaten.""

He said nothing, just knelt there and fondled her pussy almost robotically with that same smile just teasing her. She wanted to say more but couldn't at the time 'cause it was close and he could tell. Her breathing again became shallow and then came the tremor through her body. He knew that he had won when she released a moan that almost amounted to a scream and by the way that she contorted her body. He had retracted his hands when the orgasm started but still just kneeling there looking down at her. After a few moments, still weakened by the enormous burst of pleasure she mumbled," what are you? An angel or the devil?"

Removing her from the fetal position that she was in, he gently spread her legs. As he carefully guided himself into her, she gasped for air. Leaning forward he kissed her and whispered "I'm Satan's little helper".....