6 Months Later

You awake in a bedroom you don’t recognise.

A horrible moment of panic passes over you as you glance around the bright room, your memory shuddering back to life in the same moment you catch sight of the note sitting on the bedside table.

Hey, the note begins in a pretty sweeping hand, I had to head to work. Thanks for last night.

As you read the notes the memories of the night before come flooding back, making you smile and your cock twitch. You think her name was Sandra but it was hard to remember. You had met her at the supermarket and, since you still didn’t have a place to stay, you had accepted her invite back to her place.

She had a dancer's body and had known how to move in ways that sent sensations shooting through your body that you hadn’t thought possible and by the time she was done with you. Finally letting your cock soften in her overstuff sex, she had managed to ring near on a dozen orgasms out of you.

Now, in the cold light of morning, you wondered, not for the first time if it had really been worth accepting the offer of a bed for the night. It always ended up with you sore and somehow more tired than when you went to bed. Yet you couldn’t deny that it was still fun and oddly liberating. Over the past six months, you had found yourself actually starting to enjoy sex more than before you came to this world. It had been as if some pressure you hadn’t even been aware of had lifted from your chest and you had, for the first time, really been able to enjoy yourself.

Still, now that you had showered and ate you thought about what you were going to do with your day.

You had been meaning to check back in at the Information Kiosk, it had been about a week since you last dropped by after all.

Then again there was also that Cathedral out on the edge of the city that you had been meaning to visit.

Although you did also need to head to the government office and get yourself some proper ID.