LENA. The morning after was colder than I expected. My body ached in places I hadn’t felt before, and the unfamiliar scent of the strange man lingered in the sheets. It was a subtle, musky scent, one I couldn’t seem to shake, no matter how much I tried. It seemed famillair too, in a way that I couldn't shake off. I sat up slowly, my body protesting the motion, my body ached. The stranger was certainly a strong man who knew how to fuck a woman. He pushed his entire cock into me and god, it felt good. I wouldn't lie, I loved his hands on me. Perhaps it was because I got really drunk. I didn't know the difference between what I wanted and what I needed to survive. I blinked a few times, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, as I was tired yet I couldn't shake off the thought of that man. The stranger. The night. The way he had looked at me with those piercing eyes, as though he could see through all my layers and right into the soul I kept hidden from the world. He had said nothi
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