Sexy Sunday: The morning after

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Well this is awkward.

It’s Sunday morning and I need to get busy.

But I’m not home alone.

Seems I brought home a stray.

And he’s still snoring away.

How did I let this happen?

Since when did random shags start staying the night?

I’m sure there is some unwritten rule that states: After fucking, go home!

This seems like deviant heterosexual behavior.

Am I going to have to make him breakfast?

What will we talk about over a cuppa?

I like how you sucked my cock.

Really? I like how you fucked my ass.

That is nice, one sugar or two?

 

Life has taught me that men are way more interesting when I’m drunk.

What if he is a terminal bore?

Men also tend to be way better looking when I’m drunk.

Not me of course, I radiate at all times.

Maybe we should just go for it, on the kitchen table?

That would be one way of filling in the silence.

Can’t talk must fuck!

Hmmmm.

Would it really be rude to wake him up and ask him if I can call him a cab?

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