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Not A Word To Grace
Date: 3/23/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Lupus, Rating: , Source: LushStories
chair. She stopped in front of me, taking another lungful of the joint that dimly glowed between her fingers. Her body halted and she seemed to come around, looking down at me with a smile. Again she reached for my bottle and took a gulp, her giggles coming yet again. Turning on the spot, she collapsed backwards onto my lap, running her palm over my cheek and drunkenly laughing. “Hello again,” she whispered, smiling as she placed the joint between my lips and draped her head on my shoulder. I shrugged and took a tentative puff, determined to match her happiness, before a second, deeper draw filled my lungs at last. *** “Oh, yeah,” I thought to myself, groaning as the intruding memory of the previous night dragged more ragged pulses from my brain. “I remember. That’s why.” My tongue swilled around my mouth again, tasting and remembering. The flavour of cannabis was definitely present. It didn’t explain the cigarettes, though. Struggling to my feet, I tried to walk slowly forwards. I bounced off the furniture and the walls with outstretched arms until my hands grasped the door handle at last. I fell against the door, forcing myself to remain upright. I blinked, confused for a second, as I found the knob adorned with a pair of pretty pink panties. I marvelled and admired the tiny boy shorts, holding them up the light. They were cute and definitely not cheap. Lifting them higher, I noticed the distinct aroma of sex from them and licked my lips instinctively. In doing so, I ...