I remember those mornings after we drank too much. We often drunkenly fucked the night before. Those sessions were…vigorous, but my recall was always a haze. What is perfectly clear in my memory is one particularly warm August morning in your small apartment.
I almost enjoyed hangovers back then. The malaise was mitigated by heightened desire for all my base needs. Water, food, more sleep, sex; I desired these things desperately and satisfying the cravings, particularly the latter, was primal. We’d been too drunk and tired for sex the previous evening so when I woke first, the outline of your petite body under the single sheet was especially enticing.
After a trip to the bathroom and some water I returned to the bedroom to find that you’d kicked off the sheet and laid on your stomach in a purple bra and black panties with lace trim that perfectly traced your curves as it dove between your legs. You knew how I loved the way your ass looked when you laid on your stomach, so I doubt I found you in this state by accident. I still thought I’d take it slowly; you looked so peaceful.