The last thing I remember is getting into my girl friend Roses car, Rose was singing as she drove and I attempted some vocal support, we laughed and giggled ……. that’s all I remember….blackout !!!

I am aware of my surroundings, a room with a strange anti-septic smell, it is quiet.

Am I dreaming, is this real.

I’m here, thats my voice talking or is it my thoughts.

I can’t open my eyes, it’s dark ….omg!

Whats happening ?

I can’t seem to move, am I strapped down.

But I can hear, yes I can …people chatting in a distance, or is that my imagination as well.

There is music , am I in heaven or hell?

I feel a breeze on my face, mmm… yes I can, I hear the fan rotating.

I am warm.

Why am I here ?

My memory, let me remember, who I am, what has happened?

I am Sophia, 24 years old of Italian descent.
I work as a secretary at a University, and am good at My job.
I have an active life style, enjoy music , dancing, sport, the arts and restuarants.

I am approximately 160cms tall/weight 66kgs, and have a curvaceous figure.
Currently flamming red hair, short and straight.
Dark sparkling eyes, high cheek bones, full lips.
Slender neck leading down to firm well rounded breasts, protruding taut sensitive nipples.

My stomach is flat after much nurturing and caring, with a slightly indented belly button.

I’ve always been an active person, and a sensous, sensitive person. Prone to be horney with the right thoughts and encouragement.

Hmm all this remembering is stiring my body, I’m have some tinglings to my nerves endings…isn’t that silly !

Hmm why can’t I touch myself… not sure.

Anyway, where were we, oh yes… my memories

Moving lower past my indented belly button, my curvy mid section, down to my shaved mound, and on the flip side I have the best arse – full and when I walk guys always look at my sway and waddle, I love that.

If I could move my hands I would give you a guided tour, or at least please myself, because as I’m describing this I feel my body wants attention. Oh gosh is that a little ache down there …mmmmm…yes it is.

Hey….. hey , I can hear somebody coming, I hear their footsteps. They are in this room….hey ..hey why can’t I call them.

I hear them talking….

“Sophia is in the rest phase of a comma from a car accident, Sharon it’s okay this is a quiet room, no visitors allowed for until this afternoon.