1. 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 ...
    that strange ‘old water’ taste. My tongue left my lips and flicked at the air, displeased with my offering, but I soon realised I had far worse tastes in my mouth. Trying to identify the many lingering odours and flavours on my tongue, my eyebrows wrinkled with surprise. Whisky was most prevalent, but that was to be expected. A little of something sweet and tangy on my lips was a little more surprising; I couldn’t identify it. Then, most surprising of all, was the obnoxious taste of cigarettes. I blinked, shocked, having never smoked in my life. I would have considered it more had my brain not chosen that moment to pulse against my skull like a second heartbeat. Quietly whining and rocking on the spot, I tried to remember just what had happened the night before. ‘What have I done to deserve this?’ I thought to myself. *** Opening the front door, I glanced at the clock in the hallway. 9pm. I shook my head, standing aside to allow the tidal wave of entirely unfamiliar faces into my home, before they barged me out of the way. I scanned the crowd for a certain face, but I knew it was futile. Grace refused to come and I knew she was too stubborn to go back on that. The party had been going for less than two hours and I was already tired of opening the door to strangers I didn’t even know. My friends had been the first to arrive with presents and alcohol, wishing me a happy birthday. They had all been here within half an hour. Since then, hordes of people had made themselves at home ...
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