The Morning After Novels & Stories

Chapter 44: Morning After I woke up sore. Not the good kind of sore that came from consensual, enthusiastic sex where both parties were fully present and in control. The kind of sore that came from being thoroughly, relentlessly used by someone who knew exactly what he was doing and had decided to do it completely. The kind of sore that told a story my body couldn't hide even if my mind wanted it to.

Specifically: the morning's requirement. The morning required something that the evening had not required. The evening had required the setting-down of the management and I had set it down and the setting-down had produced the evening and the evening had been what it was. But the morning — the morning was the morning after, which was the thing that the evening became, and the morning after was the morning in which the thing that had happened became the thing that was now real in the ongoing sense. Not the event. The condition.

"Ugh fuck baby your moans driving me crazy ughh~~!!!" "Ughhh.. Ohhh. Hmmmmm" "Ugh!!! It's about to come out, faster ugh~~" "Ughh I'm Cumming!!!" "Ugh~~" "Ugh~~" we grunted at the same time when we went out at the same time my body was so weak that I fell asleep EVERYTHING WENT BLACK THE MORNING AFTER Sunlight was streaming through the curtains when I woke up. The first thing I felt was warmth. A heavy arm was draped over my waist, pulling me close against a hard, warm chest.

I slept for three hours and forty minutes and woke up feeling better than I had any right to feel on that amount of sleep. There is a specific quality to the morning after you have finally said, or heard, the thing that needed saying. The world looks the same. The hotel suite is the same. The New York skyline through the window is doing its usual indifferent thing. But something has shifted in the way you move through it, the way air moves differently after a storm has cleared,

“Make sure you ask me for help if things get too difficult, okay?” “Okay, sir,” I replied with great laughter and the next second, I hugged him firmly. “Thank you so, so much, my love! This is my dream come true.” Did I just- “Stop thanking me.” He didn’t dissolve the hug. He didn’t comment on the endearing word I used either. “This is the least I can do after impregnating you.” “Heh. That is sort of my fault,” I mumbled and relaxed so I was seated on his thighs. “If I had not insisted on using morning-after pills, we wouldn't be here.”

He spat in anger before laughing like maniacs. ---- The Morning After. Jack woke up when the sun started to poke through curtains. He tried to move his limbs but a sharp pain hit his lower back to his legs. He winces biting his lips. Lying on the same position he waited for the wave to pass down. He looked around but there was no sign of Daniel. The washroom was silent too. He couldn’t hear him around.

After that, the villa became Serena’s stage. Dante came home every night and went to her room first. He listened while she spoke about the wedding guest list, De Luca protocol, the chapel flowers, and the baby. Sometimes he read to the child in her belly because Serena said the baby liked his voice. By the time he came to my room, it was usually close to midnight. I would lie with my back to the door and pretend to be asleep. One night, he stood beside my bed for a long time before touching my shoulder.

I remarked. I stared out at the moon for a moment. Then nodded. “Yeah, I appreciate you, the padre and our politician.” I said. We stood there a little longer. I had a lot on my mind. ~~~~~ Alexis The bitter taste of the morning-after pill danced on my tongue as I gulped down some water. My legs were trembling no, scratch that they were practically useless. I could barely walk straight without looking like I had just gone twelve rounds with a very aggressive beast.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm this beautiful morning, I tried opening my eyes but the light from the window view almost blinded me. "Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed. "Who rolled up the window blinds?" I asked rhetorically, as I still struggled to open my eyes and when I finally made it, I stepped out of the bed, went to the bathroom to do my morning business. When I was done, I brushed my teeth, cleaned my face and walked back to the room. I looked at the bed I just stood up from and my eyes fell on the other side of the bed where my supposed husband is meant to be asleep but the place looked like no one actually slept on it. "Does that mean he didn't come home last night as usual?" I though

Eira asked tentatively, "The Blood Moon? That's next month, right?" Trish nodded but a sour look covered her face. "On my twentieth birthday. Yes. Jake had promised me a wonderful date," She squealed and her eyes were lost somewhere else for a second. "But instead I have to get my hands bloody. Anyways," She continued, "That buys you guys some more time. To prepare or to run away." "I will not leave my town," declared Damien, his voice booming like thunder.