I need to get my memories down before they float off into oblivion...
The first night... I remember unzipping my suede boots in the adjacent chair, throwing them carelessly to the floor, and getting into bed next to him.
Yes I am impulsive.
We kissed.
He pushed up my halter top... to find what he surely could tell was my bare chest under that thin material.
I remember watching his face. His face was not the face of a player. He knew what he was doing, but he still looked at my body with wonder. I hope I will never forget the look in his eyes.
He knew how to undo my jeans. I let it happen. And the flimsy yellow patterned thong I was wearing - it got pulled off (perhaps I would have chosen the pink one to wear that night if I thought anyone would be seeing it).
And the rest? It doesn't need to be written down. Words cannot describe. 12:42 AM