By Office Christmas parties sure are fun, aren’t they! You can end up doing the craziest things! I love them even more since our company started having them in the big banquet hall with all of the other companies. Such as getting drunk, and stumbling home with an equally drunk administrative assistant. What was it that you do again? No, forget it…it doesn’t really matter….
Oh my God, I was so wasted. I don’t remember meeting you. I don’t remember taking the bus with you. I assume we took the bus, as neither of us were in any position to drive, and my apartment is a good five miles from where we drank, which would be far too long a walk when sober. I do remember briefly talking in the hall (although I don’t know what about). I remember us naked in my living room. I hope we kept our clothes on until we entered my apartment.
We drank some more at my place. I think. Everything is very hazy. You were hot. That’s great. I think that made the sex better, somehow. Because I don’t remember much, but I think we had amazing (albeit sloppy) sex, for a long while. May I take a second here to congratulate myself on staying hard despite so much alcohol. You did well, too. It was fun.
Then we fell asleep. I woke up with a massive headache and an inability to recall the previous night. You were gone when I woke up, all traces of you vanished. I was merely a one night stand for you. I don’t regret it, though. I just have two questions.
What’s your name? And, can I please have my wallet back?
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