Michael
Sitting on a leather couch in an unfamiliar room, I cleared my throat with a raspy groan. It was quiet, apart from my heavy breathing. It felt strange, I looked around the room to gain my bearings, my mind a little foggy. My shirt lay in a messy pile on the floor to my right and my shoes were scattered haphazardly elsewhere. I could see other items of clothing strewn all over the place. They weren't my clothes. I tried to remember what had happened, where I was or been. My head ached, why wouldn’t my vision focus. A thud focused my hearing to the opposite side of the room.
Directly opposite me, standing in front of a large desk, there was an outline of a naked man. I tried to focus my eyes that lazily fell low on his form. The outline of a perfect ass on display made my mouth ins
