"Good Morning!" A woman's voice jolts my deep slumber.

I look at my watch, surprisingly still in my wrist, not like most of my clothing.

"Eleven thirty in the morning" I thought.

I glance around and see myself in an unknown room, again.

"How are you feeling? Are you hungry baby?" The woman asks me.

Then it hits me, a headache so powerful, it makes me want to vomit. I rush to the bathroom and hover over the bowl. The woman follows me from behind.

"Who are you?" I inquire.

"I'm Jasmine, remember? We met last night at the club. We had a connection." she says.

I glance at her. Brown hair, deep amber eyes, full lips. "We had a connection alright" I thought to myself as I smile unconsciously.

"I'll make you some coffee baby." She says as she walks out the bathroom.

"What a night." I whisper. I can feel my manhood throb. Still a little erect from waking up. I close the door and lock it. I proceed to the shower and wash my body with soft, warm water. I soap up my body until I reach my privates and I observe it for a bit. It's still sore. We must have been at it the whole night.

"You've done it again." I smile to myself as I finish rinsing up.

I grab the towel next to the shower area and proceed to wrap it around my waist. Walking out of the bathroom, I see her again, this time, she's blowing the top of the coffee she prepared for me.

"Still a little hot, baby." she says.

"I have to go. Where are my clothes?" I ask.

"I folded them neatly near the night stand." she says. "Are you really leaving so soon? Give me your phone number so I can call you later." she adds.

"I don't have my digits memorised but I'll get yours and text you later."

I dress up and she gives me a small piece of paper with her name and number on it. I tuck it in my jacket's side pocket and I find my shoes scattered on the floor.

She walks me out of the house, towards the pavement. "I'll miss you! Call me later!"she says. I just smile at her, tucking my hands into my jacket's pockets and walking away.