Tricked Into A Treat

"Ever woke up next to your last night’s conquest and wondered how this happened?"

I tousle my hair in my mild insomnia-infused hangover. Eyes reduced to narrow slits, I adjust to the stingingly bright All Saints' Day noon sun hitting my porch where I was sleeping.Vague memories of seductive buttocks juicy as an overripe...

The Photo Booth

"Hungover, a woman discovers what (and who) she did last night."

With sunlight comes the hangover. With blue light, panic.Pictures last longer… Or do they? How old is he again?? Slut xxOh fuck. Fuck.An attachment.A reel from a photo booth.Me and our bitch boss's hot college-age son...Cheek-to-cheek. Wide-eyed innocence. Cherry-red pout.Licking his...

Hangover Recollections

"Massive hangover after hosting a party. The flashbacks make him afraid to face his roommate."

“Nothing good ever happens after one in the morning when you're drunk,” he painfully reminded himself of the events he failed to remember. Ben tentatively held his leg out of the bed on the floor to make his proprioception stop...

She Wasn’t There

"I woke next day, and felt the need for sex."

I woke, I felt confused. I had memories of the night before, but there seemed to be gaps, and fragmented images. There had been alcohol. There had been sex, conversation and, somewhere, nagging at my mind, a presence. There were...

Anna and Sam. Chapter 21

"...without looking up from his book he said, “I think we should have a break.”"

The following morning I awoke with a dry mouth and painfully throbbing head. As I lay there I made up my mind that the time had come to pull myself together and get back on my feet... metaphorically speaking at...