Oh BLOODY HELL.

I'd just got into bed, pulled up the covers and snuggled in for the night's sleep.

Then the doorbell went. I wasn't expecting anyone, but just in case it was some kind of emergency I clambered out of bed, headed down the stairs and opened the door.

Flatmate was stood in front of me, before I had chance to say a word he walked in and sat himself down on my sofa. I shut the door and followed him.

I was shocked this is the first time I'd seen him in ages, since before he told me he couldn't give me what I wanted. I stood by him looking at him very puzzled, he asked me how I was. I told him I was good, I was still trying to understand how he could just walk in and plonk himself down on my sofa so confidently it was as if he'd never been away.

He must have seen my aprehensiveness because he then took my hands and pulled me to him, without saying a word he gently started kissing my hands. I just stood there in silence allowing him to. He pulled me closer and then traced the lines of my cheeks with his fingers. I felt myself getting weaker I wanted him to stop but I was enjoying the intimacy. I leant forward and allowed my cheeks to brush against his. He was wearing the aftershave I love, he knows that smell has a serious unstoppable affect on me, this wasn't good but he smelt so delicious.

His lips slowly found mine and he gently kissed them, then he slowly began to kiss my neck I could feel my body feeling very unsteady underneath me, half of me wanted him to stop, the other half wanted him to keep going. Again, I seemed to be fighting the angel and demon that reside on either shoulder.

He worked his way up to my lips again and began kissing me less gently and much more passionately inserting his tongue, I began to massage his tongue with mine feeling myself getting weaker with every taste of him. He stood up and pulled me close so I could feel his body against mine and I could feel how hard he was against my thigh.

I pulled away, and with all that was in me tried to put a stern look on my face, a look that said "that's enough" truth is I didn't really want it to be enough. My look must have worked because he then looked me directly in the eye and said.

"I know. It's late, I'm going to go now"

He walked out of the door and shut it behind him leaving me stood there. Slightly still in shock by the whole incident. I realised how wet I was, I still had a need that hadn't been satisfied. I went back upstairs to bed and enjoyed myself all alone and it was the best enjoyment I'd had for a very long time and Flatmate wasn't needed for it.