I had just got off the stage having reprised my one hour recital of the main soliloquies of Shakespeare. The performance was a theatrical expose of literary metaphysics, or so I liked to think. It was probably a load of pretentious crap, but it did reward me with the most profound sexual experience of my life. The performance both theatrically and sexually occured with a beautiful girl whilst I was at university. I remember reciting Sonnet 18 as I peered down from the stage into the eyes of this stunning female. I knew she fanced me, but I was married and thought that afforded me some protection against any actual attraction that might exist between us. However, I was to discover when Hamlet says 'O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! He was describing a man like me! The performance finished but the sexual tension did not. I thought I could dampen the desire that had suddenly hit me, by heading to the nearest bar. I must have drank 5 pints of beer in as many minutes. I staggered out of the Men's toilet straight into the arms of my Ozzy Occa mate 'Scotty', who's only advice to my tension, was summed up by his dry Australian humour, with the comment: 'What's up with you...are you a pommy puff...fuck the bitch!' We left the pub and ended up at a party, and whilst like Hamlet contemplating 'To be or or not to be', in relation to Scot's advice. Suddenly she was there, right in front of me and I suddenly found myself in her arms in one of the bedrooms of the flat. I resisted, but for some reason said to her; 'let me smell your fingers...' I felt her hand move down and touch herself. It was as almost as though I thought to myself. Well if I experience her scent I will be somehow immunised against her charm. Wrong, wrong, wrong !!!! Her scent was pure heroin, her fingers were wet through and reeked of woman. I hungrily sniffed, licked and sucked her fingers. That was fucking it! I pushed her back onto the bed and tore her knicker’s off. My tongue spread her pussy lips like a torpedo spreading waves and slamming straight into a battleship. I just could not get enough of her, I licked, I probed, I sucked her. I wanted to drowned in her cunt juice, I would have died a happy man. Her body was mind blowing, I explored her with every ounce of my being. I licked, sucked and fucked every part of her. I covered her in cum, I just couldn't get enough of her. And she was every bit as intense as me! I thought we were going to tear each other apart. We were utterly consumed with each other, lost in lust, and a cascade of emotion I find hard to give a name to. However, my hardness was not even slightly affected by alcohol, I thought my cock would split it was so hard. I still do not know who's house we were in, but for the next two day’s that followed, we did nothing but suck, fuck, drink wine, eat pizza and fall in love with each other. A love I had to leave with the salient word’s of Hamlet to Ophelia; 'Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered.'