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“Alexandra.”

The tip of her tongue, enticing and pink, moved from the roof of her mouth to her lower teeth. Her name dripped from her lips. Ukrainian beauty distilled by a generation, blended with California gold; fair skinned, unblemished by the hard sun of the Southern State. Alexandra was a creature of the North; kissed by fog and fern. A wood nymph from the Redwoods.

I met Alexandra, by chance, at her parents home in San Diego over a Fourth of July weekend. I was a friend to her older sister, Katarina.

But that’s a different story.

Katarina warned me in advance, “She’s an Earth Momma- a wild woman. I think she rarely bathes. She never shaves. She’s hot stuff at Humbolt University. I hate her.”

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Alexandra ran from her childhood home to the arms of older sister. I watched the women embrace. “Alexandra, this is Paul.”

She came to me, arms extended. I saw the patch of sable hair under her pale arms. Alexandra drew me towards her, doused in musk and lavender. Her breasts, free under a simple sundress, flattened against my chest.

Uncertain of my hands, I patted her upper back. She smiled, her lips full and experienced. I watched her tongue and discovered the eroticism of enunciation.

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The women of my past were mostly airbrushed with staples in their navels.

With Alexandra, I stood in the presence of a woman unlike any I had known. I felt her power; this aura of raw sensuality spilled over the room.

She was smaller than her sister; there was little family resemblance. Hennaed hair reached the small of her back. Barefoot with woodland footsteps, she danced around the kitchen. Her little summer dress became transparent when the light was right. I stood at her side, positioning myself near the stove, handing her garlic and herbs. Even the simple act of her holding tomatoes brought my testes to life.

We talked of nothing; our conversation silent foreplay. Alexandra owned a laugh with the overtones of a warm bed. She swallowed me with her brown eyes, free of pretense.

Privately, I grew impatient for my dark bed where I could relieve the dull ache that pressed in my gonads.

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Near midnight, I lay back in the welcomed sofa-bed. Across the hall, Alexandra stood in the guest bathroom, her left arm held high and bent, a washcloth passed over her darkened patch. I caught her eye in the mirror.

The washcloth teased; a burlesque from the redwoods. She smiled and closed the door. The shower ran.

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I awoke to the taste of her lips.

Her mouth, soft and tender covered mine. Her tongue pressed and probed with the passion of a man.

I took her face in my hands and pulled her towards me. Her hand skimmed over the sheet and cupped my parts. Her fingers teased my length. A soft whisper in my ear, “Oh, very nice.”

Alexandra pulled back the sheet and straddled my bulging shorts. She lifted her steamy dress over her head. Her breasts, moist firm summer pears, warmed my hands.

She leaned forward, her mouth skated over mine. I kissed her neck, her brown hair falling under my lips.

I slid my hand down her back, over the softness of her musky skin, down to her bottom. She sat upright and rubbed her lower regions against my Hanes covered cock. Much to my surprise, I felt the trail of her warm pubes, like a paint brush, tickle my abs.

I rolled her over.

Alexandra lay under my arm, the red glow of an alarm clock our only light. But even in embered darkness, I saw the fan of dark silk that spread between her legs. She lifted a leg and placed my hand on the triangular shadow.

“You like it Paul?”

“My God.”

I spoke in tongues.

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I brought my lips to rest along the inside of her thighs, brushing against tender skin. Her pubes, soft and wet from the shower, curled against my cheek. Her hands grasped my hair, leading me towards nectar.

She arched her back; thighs gripped my ears, hands coursed through my hair. My tongue lingered around the outer verge. I caressed sirloin labia with long lazy flickers of a broad, flat tongue.

My tongue slid between her folds while my nose pressed against a sea of curls. I closed my eyes. My fingers spread through her jungle, the hairs touched my eyebrows. My hands following the subtle curves of her mound, thumbs moved in circles, grazing the treasured hood of her clit.

While the fire smoldered, I reached up, and held her breasts. Her stiff nipples bent and stood at attention under my passing fingers.

My eyes, now accustomed to the dark, peered through the willows, between a sweet valley, into her closed eyes. Her mouth opened, she moved her head to the side and shuttered against my tongue. Alexandra’s hips moved against my mouth. My hands lowered, across the sweep of her long waist, my thumbs settled and focused on her delicate outer lips. Her legs gripped me; moans faded from the room, my hearing suppressed by her thighs. I pressed further inward, my tongue reshaped and pointed, reached into honeyed depths.

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She looked up at me, her legs bound around my waist. I looked down at the expanse of dark cunt hair. Her voice whispered in the dark, “Go slow.”

I eased into her. The head slid between wet petals. She moved her legs higher, pushing onto my shaft while

I pressed my hips forward. She looked into my eyes, biting her lower lip.

My balls came to rest.

Impaled, I rolled over. She moved on my length, her hands through her hair. Soft moans escaped her lips. She placed her hands on my shoulders. The angle changed and the sensation reached a crucial moment. I steadied her.

“Alexandra, hold for a second.” I sat upward, taking her in my arms. We kissed.

Her mouth moved to my neck. She squirmed on my cock.

I lay back and placed my hands under her ass, sliding her forward, disengaged, her pout changed to sighs as she returned to the home on my lips.

I tasted her salty cunt. She reached around and fisted me. I looked up at her flat tummy and elongated navel, the arch of her back, the smile on her lips.

Alexandra turned around and took me in her mouth. I flicked my tongue along the valley of her ass. Meanwhile, her teeth and tongue added to my girth.

Near bursting, I rolled Alexandra onto her back and entered her again.

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We lay on our sides, sweaty and worn. She moved gently along my shaft.

I kissed her softly. “I want to come in you.”

She lay back, and draped an arm over her head.

I entered her, my hands on her hips. I ran my hands up her chest and buried my face into a mink lined armpit. I kissed the hairs. The onion scent lingered on my lips. My cock swelled. She pressed my face into her the scented fold under her arm.

She closed her eyes.

I looked down at us, my cock vanished into satin darkness. I too closed my eyes, adrift in a sea of pleasure.

I saw Alexandra in transparent silk panties. Pulled aside, her gaping labia, hungry for cock, my cock, engorged, enraged, driving inward, an endless piston. The sensation gathered; her lovely hair, her scent on my lips.

Yeah, the tightness building in my belly. My balls slap against her ass. The curl of my toes. Her lips, her teeth, her tongue. A flash of color before my closed eyes; her voice begging for more, her nails clawing my back, her hand on my ass. Harder. Faster. My pulse races.

I pull out, she grabs me and aims my juice to her silken fleece, her hand moves in a dreamy, liquid inspired pull, milking torrents of scalding cream.

I close my eyes. The flood. The release.

I could write my name in the snow.

Pulsating, globs and gobs, white goobers on her cunt. I slide back inside, my eyes heavy.

I catch my breath. My pulse slows. The clock strikes three.

I remove my sticky hand from the waistband of my underwear. My final thought: God, I’d love to see her naked.