the day after the night before
I wake up and it takes a little while before I realize where I am and I remember how I got here.
I look around and see remnants of what was one hell of a crazy party. My birthday party. Celebrated with all my friends and then with you in our own private way. In your house. On your kitchen counter, in your bed. Is where we’ve ended.
When I look around, I notice various sex attributes and accessories, lubricant, poppers, an empty bottle of champagne and your underwear.
I wore only a little tight dress last night, no bra and no panties. What to do or what to wear when I go home, is a concern for later.