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 peach and wide enough to spill over both sides of a chair seep through the misty haze that once was my brain—the reminiscence of a wild tryst. A content smile—until I see the orange ca...

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 my big monster resting hard between the crack of her derrière. I had that typical hangover feeling; dry-mouthed, tired, and a little fuzzy from the night before. As I lay there thinking about the shenanigans that took place,...

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 face.Head buried in his lap while he holds my hair, eyes rolled back.I dive under the covers, stomach churning.Footsteps from the kitchen......

“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 spinning the room. To his surprise, it helped. The world seemed to slowly halt to its habitual standstill—by normal human perception anyway. Only his stomach seemed, much to his displeasure, to kee...

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 being mildly tickled and I can feel the warmth of my own breath radiating back to me, bringing with it a fragrance that's both comforting and exciting at the same time. My groin is pressed against something that f...

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 shadows from the evening, lurking at the edges of my mind. My recall of Bob, my work colleague, was sharp enough. He had told me about the walk he'd taken with Karen, who had needed fresh air beca...

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 with them. Counting to three, he tried again, relieved this time that his focus began to swim into view. Gooey shapes gradually gave way to harder lines and edges across the bed. He recoiled...