Vegas

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I woke up with a splitting headache and rolled over ready to throw my guts into the toilet when my eyes were met by a milky white back. Oh shit. I quietly hopped out of bed and dashed for the bathroom hoping I hadn't woke the sleeping stranger. When I got in the bathroom, I shut the door and looked into the mirror. What happened last night? I gazed at my reflection hoping there was something that would help me remember but other than the numerous hickeys on my body that meant I got laid, there was nothing. I didn't have much more time to think as a stab of pain surged through my head and a burn made it's way to the back of my throat.

Once I got done dealing with the nightmare that is a hangover, my memories began flooding back.

His nails scratched and dug into my shoulders as his back arched in pleasure. "A-ah!" He cried out but quickly turned his face to hide his embarrassment. "Don't hide, I want to see your face." I said, turning his chin to face me. He remained flustered and tried to contain his voice by biting his lip, but soon stopped as the taste blood seeped in. As a last resort his lips latched onto my neck to muffle any other sounds. "Now don't do that baby boy, Daddy wants to hear you."

Oh god, ok that's enough. I took a deep breath and unlocked the bathroom door, ready to grab my things and go. As I made my way into the room, I couldn't help but notice how the light perfectly highlighted the strangers body, blonde hair that glowed in the light, sharp jawline, broad shoulders, lean, toned chest, and from what I remember about last night, back dimples. Even better was the sheets barely covered his milky thighs, and highlighted his v line, leaving very little to the imagination.

Stop getting distracted! I gotta leave before he wakes up! I slapped my cheeks to shake myself out of the spell the beautiful stranger had me under and began to gather and put on my clothes.

Once I was fully dressed I did a mental check to make sure I had everything and took the elevator down to the ground floor. When I arrived at the ground floor I made my way to the front desk and pulled out my wallet ready to pay for the room. When I approached the desk, the woman looked up at me waiting for my request. "I'd like to pay for room 69 please." She wore a suggestive smirk and told me. "Oh your partner paid for the room last night." "O-oh." "And for standard procedure I'd like to ask you if you enjoyed your stay? If you remember it of course." She continued, keeping that smirk plastered on her face.

Without replying I dashed out of the hotel, hanging my head in shame, face painted a deep shade of red. I'm sure she's had her fair share of one night stands, why point out mine? This isn't something I do regularly.

At least I'm in Vegas, no one back home will have to know because

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

It's not the best but it'll get better....I hope