Burning sun

Chapter four: Questions

"Violet"? She had gone leaving no trace of her behind. Was this all a dream? Did I really make love to this woman last night?.

I lay there embarrassed, the left side of my bed still smells like her perfume. Why? That's all I can think now.

It's been 4weeks and I still haven't heard a thing from Violet, maybe I am going crazy, it's time to forget about this mystery chick and move on, a satisfactory wank will reassure me that im still a man!

I unbuckle my pants and replay the same porn movie I have had since I was 15, I found it in my brothers room after he left for university.
The movie gets to my favourite part and I begin to stroke my cock softy, lust filled my veins, images flew through my mind. Then suddenly I was rendered pleasureless.

The image of Violet entered my head, her breast her pussy the way she stroked my body.
"FUCK" I screamed out smashing my remote to the floor. Pulling my pants up and panned around the room for another distraction, all that stood out to me was the half bottle of vodka that's been sitting there since labour day. I proceeded to the kitchen filling my glass with four ice cubes and more than three mouthfuls of vodka that leaped down my throat faster than I could process the taste. Before I even think or move I was back on the couch with a nearly empty bottle of vodka and potato chips. drowning my sorrows in cheap horror films.