One-Night Stand with a Mysterious Man
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The end of my average, poor, and simple life all started when I had a one-night stand with an unknown man. He was unknown to me because I was too drunk and too heartbroken to remember or care who he was.
“Hmmm…”
My eyelids and body felt so heavy. Is it morning already? I have to go to work today…
I breathed in deeply as I still kept my eyes tightly shut. It must have been morning, and I didn’t want to get up. This bed feels so soft and comfortable that I could sleep in it forever.
Wait…
I gasped as I bolted up into a sitting position. I knew it…this is not my bed!
Where am I?
Squinting my eyes against the sunlight pouring in through a c***k in the curtain and onto my face, I started to look around. My body still felt tired and heavy from sleep, as did perhaps all the drinks I had last night.
Looking around, it seemed like I was in a very luxurious hotel room, and I was alone. I was sitting on a king-size bed in a large room decorated with burgundy wallpaper. The room was luxuriously decorated with a mix of burgundy and gold tones.
To my shock, I couldn’t remember how I ended up here, no matter how hard I tried to remember. What happened to me? How did I end up here? Where are my friends?
Thinking too hard began giving me a nagging headache. What time is it now? I need to get to work. As I got up, I felt the sheet and blanket rub directly on my skin. Pulling up the blanket that was covering my body confirmed my worst suspicion.
Yes, I was completely n***d.
I closed my eyes as I braced myself for the worst-case scenario. I can’t believe this is happening to me. What happened last night? Did I sleep with someone?
I saw my clothes strewn randomly all over the floor as if they were taken off me quickly. I blinked rapidly a few times, willing my hangover to go away so that I could focus on the situation at hand. With the resolve to face the truth, I pull the whole blanket away to expose my n***d body.
It aches. There.
I was spreading my legs a little, which confirmed my worst suspicion. I felt an ache that I was used to experiencing after a night of hot and heavy lovemaking. It was clear that last night I went all the way with a man that I didn’t even know…and didn’t even remember…
I didn’t remember what happened last night, but my p***y seemed satisfied with the attention it had received and undoubtedly enjoyed. Reaching my hand down to touch the cleft in between my legs, I found myself still dripping wet from the session last night. The warm wetness of my love juices coated my fingers. I looked at the sticky wetness of my love honey and realized that I must have come quite a lot last night. Whoever I slept with did a thorough job of giving it to me…
I moaned softly as I looked around again at the bed. The state of the bed left little room for imagination of what happened here last night. I sighed with relief as I spotted a few used condoms in the room. At least I don’t need to worry much about STDs or unplanned pregnancies. We must have done it so many times last night, judging from the many used condoms, although I couldn’t quite recall exactly what happened.
"Oh no!” I exclaimed as I saw the time on my mobile screen. If I don’t hurry up, I will be late for work.
I don’t even have time to return home to change. I should quickly shower and get dressed before heading straight for work. This is such a disaster!
“Ah…” I sighed loudly as I saw the reflection of my n***d body in the mirror. Whoever I slept with last night was quite aggressive in his mating session. There were many love marks on my body, such as my neck, shoulder, chest, and tummy, and a few on my thighs and legs. Thankfully, most wouldn’t be visible if I wore my clothes. I’ll conceal the hickey on my neck with concealer and make-up if my long hair does not cover it completely. That should do.
The love marks on my body brought back hazy memories in bits and pieces of what happened last night on the bed in this hotel room. Short fragments of memories of what the unknown man did last night to me began flooding back into my mind. He supported me to this hotel room, and I remembered kissing him passionately before he started kissing me back. Then, he pushed me down onto the bed and continued kissing me as he began stripping me. When I was n***d, he started stripping himself.
Then he kissed my neck softly before l*****g it. This mark here was probably from when he sucked on the side of my neck. Then, his hands wandered and explored my body. His hands felt warm on my skin as he caressed and kneaded my n***d breasts. This mark on my chest was from when he sucked on my breasts teasingly before he started l*****g my n****e wildly.
My fingertip stroked my n****e, and a slight stinging pain told me just how sensitive they still were from his rough sucking last night. My n*****s were still swollen and a little pink from the loving yet slightly rough attention that they had received before.
These marks on my thighs were from his kisses before he started sucking on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I wondered if he tasted me there, and I was sure he probably did. The stinging sensation in between my legs that seemed to throb deeply inside of me was a sure sign that something thick, long, and massive had been inside of my love tunnel. My lower abdomen told me that his c**k must have stirred up my insides quite deeply when he thrust his thick and massive rod into my wet hole.
--To be continued…
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