I want to wake up again in the morning to unfamiliar sounds. Sucking sounds. Gentle moans. To open my eyes and catch a glimpse of your pretty strawberry blonde hair bobbing up and down gently over a naked male body. I'm jolted awake, but pretending to still be asleep, so not to disturb this act. My memory is hazy, but I vaguely remember our night. Wildly drunk around town, bumping into some friends, and having an absolute belting night. Rob had found he'd lost his house key, and didn't want to have to listen to the riot act his wife would read him, and asked to stay at ours. Our spare room wa Read more