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I walked through the gate, breathing the atmosphere of Sex Goddiness, and knocked on the door.

My heart was beating really loudly. The door opened.

The Sex God.

Himself.

In person.

In his gorgeous black jeans and thingy top. And his dreamy armey things and gorgey leggy whatsits and mouthy thing and so on. He is SO dreamy. Every time I see him it’s a shock. He smiled at me.

“Georgia … how are you?”

Excellent question. Excellent. Good. I knew the answer as well. That was the marvellous thing. I knew the answer was “Great, how are you?” Unfortunately all the blood in my brain had gone for a bit of a holiday into my cheeks. I had a very very red face and a completely empty brain. I couldn’t speak, all I could do was be very very red. I bet that was attractive.

He just looked at me and he smiled this really beautiful smile, all curly round the teeth. Like he really liked me. Yuuummy scrum bos.

Then he pulled me into the house and shut the door behind me. I just stood there trying not to be red. He put his arms round me and gave me a little soft kiss on the mouth, no tongues (Number Three on the snogging scale). But my mouth had gone into pucker mode so when he stopped my mouth was a bit behind and still a bit open. I hoped I didn’t look like a startled goldfish.

He kissed me again, this time harder and longer. His mouth was all warm and wet (not wet like Mollusc Boy though). He put one of his hands on the back of my head, which was just as well as I thought my head might fall off. And then he started kissing my neck. Little sucky kisses right up to my ear. Fanbloodytastic. After a bit of that, and believe me I could have gone on doing that for years, he put his tongue ever so softly into my ear!! Really! Ear snogging!!! Fantastic.

I think I might have lost the use of my legs then because I fell over on to the sofa.