Flashbacks

My internet has gone down, so even though I’m writing this at 13.54 (18th of April) it won’t say that. Sara came round last night, left this morning. My room smells of her perfume. I keep getting little flashbacks. I’ll write flashbacks in italic today. Her mouth gently kissing my nipple, her soft strands of hair bushing against my skin, making it tingle. I’m glad I didn’t mess this up, she’s amazing. Her fingers pulling my t-shirt over my head. We hung out and watched a bit of tv, settled on Fight Club in the end. Fantastic film. Fantastic sensations. We had an amazing night. Great morning too. My fingers brushing back her hair. It’s wet at the tips from the shower. My lips gently brush against hers and my tongue slips across her top lip. Damn she makes me happy. Her eyes glaze over and her body arches when I run my fingers down her spine. I’m pretty sure I make her happy too.

I still have piles of homework. I can’t get her out of my head. Not that I really want to. Her breath catches and she moans softly. I brush her hair back and look into her beautiful blue eyes. She’s gorgeous. Much as I’d like to sit fill the page with images, I have to do some work. Play nicely now.