"Shit, shit, shit!"

I slid out of bed, threw my clothes on, and dashed out the door.

As the bus lumbered along, I had flashbacks of the night before.  Drinking several shots of Jameson.  Dancing that led to passionate kisses.  Torn panties, his cock impaling my pussy, my legs wrapped around him, riding his cock until we both exploded in an orgasm.  Stumbling back to his place, fucking again, this time him taking me from behind.  Falling asleep in his arms.

Now, kicking myself in the light of day. 

"Idiot!"

Why does whiskey always lead to bad decisions?