mouth. He let out a groan as he felt himself getting close. She played with his balls, sucking him deeper and deeper into her mouth, the corners of a teasing smile tempting him cruelly. He was very close. He focused on her eyes; Catarina’s beautiful eyes, taunting him, making him harder. One moment they gleamed with a primeval wickedness, the next they were vulnerable, innocent, she made him froth inside. He ignored the squeak of the bed. She goaded him on; complicit in this filthy transgression. He was very close. He tried to avoid breathing. Out of nowhere an image of Alberta came into his mind.
He wiped it up with a pair of old underpants that were lying near the bed. He was empty. Empty and irritated. Why had he pictured Alberta all of a sudden? He pulled the duvet over and switched off the bedside lamp waiting to drift off. Normally he would fall asleep straight away but that night he lay awake, disturbed.
He had not thought about her in ages. It meant nothing, surely, but still, it was strange that he should think of her just at that moment. His rash burned. The bites red and angry. What was she doing popping into his head? He didn’t care he told himself. Anyway he was in the city now.
He was far too awake. His brain raced and the emptiness that had promised to lull him into sleep now expanded, engulfing his thoughts. His whole position seemed ludicrous when he was in this state of mind and he felt a tight knot developing in his stomach. He wondered if he was not going to be awake all night now.
After about forty minutes he got up and turned on the light. It was hopeless, there was no way he was going to be able to sleep with his thoughts going round and round in loops. He paced around the room finally spotting the script on the edge of his table. He picked it up and started reading.
Copyright
First published in Great Britain in 2014. Lochlan Bloom has asserted his moral right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988, to be identified as the author of this work.