He was a wolf that was dressed in sheep's clothing.
Awkward. Shy. Gentle. Polite.
I would never have guessed...
I was 19 and he gave me my first bangover.
And then my second,
He went through me. All of me.
For entire days.
After he left, I would sit in bed -- cradling a cup of coffee and nursing my bangover.
My pussy would be so bruised, that it hurt to pee.
My hair would be full of fuck-knots.
My mouth would imitate 'lock-jaw' for all the hours he had fucked it like a cunt.
My body would ache from the marathon-pounding.
He gifted me with pleasure that I never knew existed.
He made me feel deliciously wanted yet used.
I've had an array of bangovers throughout my life.
But none compare to the ones he gave me.