would clear me from all of my obligations for the day.
Before I could type out a few emails on my phone, I had to crawl to the bathroom and empty the contents of my stomach. I felt much better when I was done, so I made my way to the kitchen to see if I could find something to fill my now-empty stomach.
I stared at the couch and memories from last night assaulted me. Too bad I couldn’t have thrown those up too. Ew. That was not a fun image.
After frying up an egg and toasting a croissant, I made myself a sandwich with lots of cheese. Avoiding the couch, I took it back to bed with me, chasing it with two aspirin and some careful sips of water.
I closed my eyes and lay back, waiting for the medicine to kick in. If I stayed perfectly still, the pain almost stopped. And then my phone rang.
“Son of a—“ It was Chloe. Odd.
“Hello?” I said, trying to keep the moan out of my voice. I was less than successful.
“Hey,” Chloe said, sounding equally as awful as I felt. “I got drunk last night. Had that whole cheap bottle of wine and it’s all your fault. You’re probably still in bed with the dark-haired sex god.” Oh no, I wasn’t .
“I am not.”
“You’re not?”
“No. I’m also not going to class today, and I’m guessing you called out of work?”
“You would be correct,” she said.
“Think you can manage to get your ass over here?”
“I think so. Give me at least a half an hour.”
“Sure.”
I hung up and closed my eyes again.
Chloe arrived at my apartment with her makeup smeared everywhere, her hair sticking up, and in a pair of pajamas that had definitely seen better days.
“You know you’re not wearing any shoes,” I pointed out. She looked down.
“Huh. I guess not.” She shrugged and staggered inside, going right for the couch and collapsing on it, facedown. I was not going to point out that I had been recently naked on said couch. Not that she probably would have cared. We had a close friendship.
“Do you want something to eat?”
“No, definitely not. I’m not at that stage of my recovery yet. I’m still hanging. Or hung. Whatever.” She moaned into the pillow and I went and sat on the chair next to the couch. It was going to take a little while to wipe my brain of the memory of the activities that had taken place on that couch.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I sure as hell didn’t want to talk about my own reasons for currently being hung over.
“No. I want to know why you’re in this condition and not basking in post-coital bliss with your penis friend.” She turned her head and squinted one mascara-covered eye at me.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Chloe made a sound of distress and then rolled over onto her back.
“Too bad. You listened to me while I bitched and moaned about you know who, and it’s time for me to return the favor. Was it the crooked penis?”
Oh. If only.
“Nope. Penis was fine, from what I could tell. I didn’t actually get to see any of it.” I was being vague on purpose. Chloe hated it when I did that.
“You didn’t see it? Then what happened?”
I sighed and tipped my head back to look at the ceiling. I couldn’t look her in the face and tell her this story.
“Well, everything started out fine. More than fine. I decided that I wanted a break from my rules, so I was completely ready to be with him. And then he told me . . .” I had a hard time getting the next words out. About Fin’s request for control. I gave Chloe most of the details because it would have been weird if I didn’t. We shared nearly everything with each another and that included the dirty details of our sex lives.
“He smacked you? So he’s a kinky motherfucker?” The way she said it made me burst out laughing and finally make eye contact with her.“I dated a girl once who was into that. Only she wanted to be dominated. I did a bunch of research on it because it sounded pretty hot.”
My experience with that
Before I could type out a few emails on my phone, I had to crawl to the bathroom and empty the contents of my stomach. I felt much better when I was done, so I made my way to the kitchen to see if I could find something to fill my now-empty stomach.
I stared at the couch and memories from last night assaulted me. Too bad I couldn’t have thrown those up too. Ew. That was not a fun image.
After frying up an egg and toasting a croissant, I made myself a sandwich with lots of cheese. Avoiding the couch, I took it back to bed with me, chasing it with two aspirin and some careful sips of water.
I closed my eyes and lay back, waiting for the medicine to kick in. If I stayed perfectly still, the pain almost stopped. And then my phone rang.
“Son of a—“ It was Chloe. Odd.
“Hello?” I said, trying to keep the moan out of my voice. I was less than successful.
“Hey,” Chloe said, sounding equally as awful as I felt. “I got drunk last night. Had that whole cheap bottle of wine and it’s all your fault. You’re probably still in bed with the dark-haired sex god.” Oh no, I wasn’t .
“I am not.”
“You’re not?”
“No. I’m also not going to class today, and I’m guessing you called out of work?”
“You would be correct,” she said.
“Think you can manage to get your ass over here?”
“I think so. Give me at least a half an hour.”
“Sure.”
I hung up and closed my eyes again.
Chloe arrived at my apartment with her makeup smeared everywhere, her hair sticking up, and in a pair of pajamas that had definitely seen better days.
“You know you’re not wearing any shoes,” I pointed out. She looked down.
“Huh. I guess not.” She shrugged and staggered inside, going right for the couch and collapsing on it, facedown. I was not going to point out that I had been recently naked on said couch. Not that she probably would have cared. We had a close friendship.
“Do you want something to eat?”
“No, definitely not. I’m not at that stage of my recovery yet. I’m still hanging. Or hung. Whatever.” She moaned into the pillow and I went and sat on the chair next to the couch. It was going to take a little while to wipe my brain of the memory of the activities that had taken place on that couch.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I sure as hell didn’t want to talk about my own reasons for currently being hung over.
“No. I want to know why you’re in this condition and not basking in post-coital bliss with your penis friend.” She turned her head and squinted one mascara-covered eye at me.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Chloe made a sound of distress and then rolled over onto her back.
“Too bad. You listened to me while I bitched and moaned about you know who, and it’s time for me to return the favor. Was it the crooked penis?”
Oh. If only.
“Nope. Penis was fine, from what I could tell. I didn’t actually get to see any of it.” I was being vague on purpose. Chloe hated it when I did that.
“You didn’t see it? Then what happened?”
I sighed and tipped my head back to look at the ceiling. I couldn’t look her in the face and tell her this story.
“Well, everything started out fine. More than fine. I decided that I wanted a break from my rules, so I was completely ready to be with him. And then he told me . . .” I had a hard time getting the next words out. About Fin’s request for control. I gave Chloe most of the details because it would have been weird if I didn’t. We shared nearly everything with each another and that included the dirty details of our sex lives.
“He smacked you? So he’s a kinky motherfucker?” The way she said it made me burst out laughing and finally make eye contact with her.“I dated a girl once who was into that. Only she wanted to be dominated. I did a bunch of research on it because it sounded pretty hot.”
My experience with that
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