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Not A Word To Grace
Date: 3/23/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Lupus, Rating: , Source: LushStories
Pressure was the first thing that hit me – literally – as I groaned reluctantly back to the waking world. Rolling over under the familiar duvet, my forearm draped over my eyes and shielded me from the world that seemed so harsh. My head throbbed so painfully I almost feared my skull might pop like an over-stretched novelty balloon. Cautiously, I opened my eyes and winced, whining as the burning light of day seared into my brain. Through a determination that surprised me, I managed to open my eyes, stretch out my arms and – despite the groan and sigh that escaped me – I flung my legs over the side of my bed. Clutching the edge of the mattress tightly in my hands, I let the throbbing intensity of my hangover dissipate for a moment. “Never again,” I groaned to myself, rocking gently on the spot. A murmur behind me was followed by the soft, sighing breath of a woman. The bed moved and creaked for a second, then settled down. Her single purr of contentment suggested she had fallen into sleep again. I didn’t look around. Honestly, I didn’t think I could manage it. Blinking and steadying myself, I tried to stand. Agony screeched its way through my brain, dropping me onto the bed in a heartbeat. Drawing out the syllables, I whined, “God,” clamping my temples between my palms. My left hand fumbled for some pain killers and a drink of water at the side of my bed. I felt something resembling tablets and threw them down my throat without thinking, gulping back a cup of warm water with ...