The next morning when I woke up I had the guilt trip of my life. I couldn’t blame it on booze since I hadn’t drunk that much. I couldn’t blame it on anything really, apart from suddenly becoming very horny. I lay there thinking about what I would say to Damon when I saw him. Should I play it casually or should I tell him what I felt? And what did I feel? Love? Not likely. Attraction? Yes, defiantly I did feel an attraction, on the simplest level, s****l attraction. As I lay there thinking I realized I never touched his c**k the previous night or his body. He had kept his jacket on and when it was over I had left. I eventually got up and readied myself for the day. The alarm clock on the nightstand said it was only seven-thirty in the morning. When I left the room, I was dressed in a pair
