this morning #1709.
this morning, the effects of a day & a half of getting trashed with my girl were now on full display. pulsing eyeballs. major dehydration. sure. we’d had tons of fun. had a mess of sex. the effect? my body felt broken. i lay still in the bed, watching as she cleaned up in the bathroom. brushed her teeth. brushed her hair. splashed water on her face. came back with two cups of the stuff. with a soft kiss to my forehead…“drink this.” chugged her cup down. gave me a look. “drink it, dude. you look like a ghost.” i knew i needed it but i was working up the nerve to take that first sip. she slipped back into bed next to me & waited as i took a deep breath & brought the cup to my lips. finished it all. suppressed a gag as she rubbed my back.