I woke up the next morning, with no idea where I was. I remembered going out, I remembered doing lots of shots, but after that was a blank. My eyes were sealed shut with sleep and my head was banging. I needed a drink. My mouth was so dry, but I couldn't pull together the energy to move.
I felt someone move beside me. I wasn't alone. I turned over and prized my eyes open. Through the haze, I could see a man lying with his back to me. I couldn't see his face, but I could see he had good arms.
I had flashbacks of last night. I remembered meeting him in the club, getting a taxi, and pulling at each others clothes. I remembered being pinned down to the bed and the way he felt inside me. But I couldn't remember his face, or his name.
I mustered up the energy to roll out of bed. Whoever he was, I didn't want to hang around for the awkward conversation that often followed the morning after a one night stand.
I looked around the floor for my clothes. I managed to pull them all together and got dressed. Without a last look, I left his apartment and stumbled out on to the street, still a little bit drunk from last night.
I had no idea where I was. I walked to the end of the road and realised I wasn't all that far away from home.
I had a few hours to sleep before my evening shift, so I got straight back in my own bed when I got in and went to sleep.
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Twink
General FictionMilo is living his best life. He works at a bar in Manchester's gay village. He spends his evenings at work chatting to hot guys and having drinks bought for him. He's his boss's favourite, so can get away with anything and is given all the best shi...
