Last night was a blur of booze, bad decisions, and one very unexpected blowjob-from my best friend. I wake up to Liam's hand on my thigh, his mouth on my skin, and my world tilting on its axis. This was supposed to be a drunken mistake, a moment of confusion. But when desire takes over, when our bodies collide in a tangled mess of lust and longing, nothing feels accidental. Not the moans. Not the thrusts.
Not the way we can't stop. I've never touched a man like this. Never wanted to. But Liam's not just any man. And after what we did? There's no going back. The Morning After is a raw, filthy, and emotionally charged erotic short story about friendship, forbidden cravings, and the line that once crossed... can never be uncrossed. Ready or not, the truth comes with a hard thrust and a harder morning after.
Last night was a blur of booze, bad decisions, and one very unexpected blowjob-from my best friend. I wake up to Liam's hand on my thigh, his mouth on my skin, and my world tilting on its axis. This was supposed to be a drunken mistake, a moment of confusion. But when desire takes over, when our bodies collide in a tangled mess of lust and longing, nothing feels accidental. Not the moans. Not the thrusts.
Not the way we can't stop. I've never touched a man like this. Never wanted to. But Liam's not just any man. And after what we did? There's no going back. The Morning After is a raw, filthy, and emotionally charged erotic short story about friendship, forbidden cravings, and the line that once crossed... can never be uncrossed. Ready or not, the truth comes with a hard thrust and a harder morning after.