"Many a time and oft"
The Henderson's had thrown a successful party at their home, welcoming one and all with gallons of booze. George awoke, feeling the worst for wear, and looked at his half-asleep wife next to him in the marital bed."Darling, I simply...
"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...
"From some fun to more after our nightly antics."
At some point in the night, I must have drifted off despite feeling like I'd been awake all night. I awoke with one arm under her head, the other over her body with my hand resting on her abdomen and...
"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...
"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...
"Waking up to a hangover and a lover..."
Somewhere in that haze between a deep sleep and waking up, I begin to stir. My senses start kicking in and once again taking stock of the reality around me. I'm wrapped around something soft and warm. My face is...
"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...
"...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...
"Putting the drunken pieces together reveals lust"
Ryan fluttered his eyes open but couldn't see, momentarily panicking the drink had finally sent him blind. He squeezed them shut, drew thumb and forefinger across his aching lids and off the bridge of his nose, clumps of sleep rolling...