I woke up right there in my own bed. And the very first things that struck me was how off everything felt.
My face pressed hard into the pillow.
The golden hue light filtering through the curtains came in too soft. My eyes stayed closed. They would not open easily. My entire body ached. Like I fell down from a story building.
I still wore the small white crop top from yesterday. The denim shorts dug into my hips. The zipper sat half open. My thighs felt sticky all over. And my p***y throbbed with a deep swollen ache.
My n*****s felt too sensitive. Even the fabric brushing against them made me draw in a sharp breath.
But...
I can't remember coming upstairs.
Or getting into the bed.
The last thing I remember was me culled up, shaking alone in the living room.
How did I end up h
