I’m lying exhausted in a sticky puddle

I’m lying on the floor of the kitchen, exhausted and sweating. What just happened? Last I remember, John was annoying me, and now I’m splayed on the floor like a discarded doll! My arms are weak, and my legs even more so. I shift my head limply and taste something salty and goopy, bleh, I run my tongue around the inside of my mouth, licking the disgusting mucous out of the cracks between my teeth. Did I eat something weird recently?

I feel hot and sticky all over, like fly-paper. I slide my hand over across the slick floor until it’s about at my shoulder, and push myself onto my back. I land on my back in a puddle, fuck, it’s even greasier than I already feel. My breasts swing wide, jiggling on my chest, and it’s now that I notice I’m not wearing a bra.

“Ugh…” I groan, too tired to bother using words to convey my annoyance to the room. When did I take that off… and my shirt too? In fact, the cool breeze of the AC blows softly all down my body, I must not be wearing anything at all!