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... that she enjoyed the sensation of sex. It was obvious to me that Linda was a woman with a high sex drive; she felt more than the perfect woman for me. Her breathing sounded heavy and she groaned under every thrust of my pecker. As my white skin collided with her dark brown body, I suddenly started to think of our offspring and how beautiful the combinations of our ethnicities would be. I guess that was confirmation of my love for Linda. Her tits swung in time of my trusts and slapped the white marble of the sink. Her hands kept slipping on counter and sent the steel cup filled with toothpaste and brushes crashing to the tiles. In fear of Linda smashing her face on the sink, I pulled her long black hair and arched her back. My cock sunk deeper as her groans grew louder. My free hand pushed up on her small gut, feeling her innards shake to our carnal rhythm. Linda began to scream. She reached around and sunk her fingernails into my hairy forearms. “I’m cumming, Tom.” That was enough for me, and with one huge thrust, I felt myself empty one more dose inside this most beautiful woman. All good things... My eyes opened as Linda pulled from my arms. My head still heavy I closed my eyes as she reached for her phone. When I finally woke, my bed was empty. Slipping into my flip-flops, I walked across the bedroom while wrapping my dressing gown around my body. The house was silent. I opened the living room door and glanced out the window noticing Linda’s car was missing. Reaching ...

... for my phone I called her... But Linda didn’t pick up. I fought back my doubts by hoping Linda had an emergency to deal with at work. After a day staring at my mobile I went to bed alone, and cried myself to sleep. I woke before sunrise to the ring of my landline phone. I raced downstairs and snatched the receiver from it’s stand. “Hello?” “It’s me Linda.” “I know, I’ve burned your number into my mind.” I winced at my admission. “Sorry I didn’t pick up your call... or come back.” “I’ve been worried senseless” I bit my lip and readied myself for the inevitable. “Where are you?” “At home.” “Have you moved back?” I could hear the tears in Linda’s voice.“Yes.” “With Jack?” “I have to go.” I could hear Jacks voice in the background. “Okay... as long as you’re happy. I lov... I wish you all the best. Good Bye Linda.” I placed the phone on its receiver. Sitting down at the breakfast bar, I ate cereal by myself. I remember before Christmas when my friend told me about broken women and their comfort blankets... I remember laughing him off, and thinking that as long as I got inside Linda’s panties, I wouldn’t be too hurt by losing her. Well I was wrong. Being alone suddenly sucks. In fact, it’s hell. I never had a problem with being by myself before. But now I had found love, I suddenly feel lonely. Very lonely. Hands in pockets, I left for work. The weather felt that bit colder, and when it started to rain, I didn’t even bother pulling up my hood. I don’t blame Linda for going back to ...