The next morning

Words from Author: Hey, it's me again! Sorry that I went on another hiatus, but life took an unexpected turn and I found myself grappling with loss and grief as one of my grandmothers passed away in February. During this time, my energy and focus were understandably diverted, and I needed some time off, once again.

However, I'm reaching out today with a renewed sense of purpose and excitement. Despite the challenges I've faced, I've also found solace and inspiration in the stories and ideas swirling in my mind. With each passing day, I've felt my creative energy replenishing, so here I am, ready to dive back into our adventures, eager to explore the uncharted territories of (my) imagination with you all once more. Thank you for your patience, your understanding, and above all, your unwavering support.

On another topic, I kinda regret using the "it's a safe day" excuse for Green, not because I have to keep track of her menstrual cycle (cap), but because there are way more safe days than risky days in a normal, 28-day cycle.
Also also, you see how I said normal? What if her cycle isn't normal? Many things can cause irregular periods, such as changes in hormone levels, stress, certain health conditions, medications, and more.

Oh and one more thing, Imgpile, where I upload my pics/gifs, decided to undergo some changes, and now all the folders I had are gone and all my pics/gifs are in 1 big gallery, BIG YIKES.

Update: The folders weren't deleted, they just don't show up on my main page, but I managed to get access to them again, Hurray!

That's all folks, back to the story!

You wake up, the morning sun shining through the window, a bright beam landing squarely on your face. You groan, shielding your eyes from the light. "Ugh, what the hell happened last night," you say, your throat dry and hoarse. Your head is pounding, and your whole body aches. You can't remember anything from the previous night.

You slowly sit up, the room spinning. The first thing you notice is that you're completely naked, the second is that you're not alone. There are two other people in the bed, and they're also naked. You look over at the woman next to you and you recognize her instantly, it's Helena. You stare at her for a moment, her naked form illuminated by the sunlight, her breasts rising and falling as she breathes. She looks so peaceful, and you can't help but feel a little aroused.

You shake the thoughts from your head and turn your attention to the man on your other side, and your heart stops. You know him, his name is Earwyn. He's an old man, at least in his late sixties. His face is lined with age, but his body is still in good shape. You vaguely remember having sex with him and Helena, but it's all a blur.

Your mind is racing, and your heart is pounding. You try to figure out what happened, but all you can remember is having a drink with Helena, and then everything goes blank. You can't believe that you had sex with an old man, and even worse, you're pretty sure he didn't use a condom. Your hands instinctively move between your legs, and you wince in pain. Your pussy is sore and tender, and you can feel the dried cum on your thighs. You can't believe you were so careless, and you wonder if there's a chance you could get pregnant.

As you're thinking about the consequences of your actions, the man next to you stirs. Earwyn groans and stretches, his joints popping. He opens his eyes and looks over at you, a smile spreading across his face. "Good morning," he says, his voice gravelly.

"Um, good morning," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, sitting up and stretching.

"Uh, a little sore," you admit, blushing.

"Sorry about that," Earwyn says, sounding sincere. "I got a little carried away last night."

"It's okay," you say, not sure what else to say.

As you and Earwyn sit in silence for a moment, the events of the previous night weighing heavily on your mind, your eyes spot his cock pitching a tent beneath the bed sheet. A part of you can't believe that he is able to get hard again, given how much he came last night, but then you remember the phenomenon that they call morning wood.

Earwyn catches you staring at his morning wood, and his smile grows wider. "See something you like?" He asks, his voice filled with mischief.

You blush, embarrassed at being caught staring. Whatever was in your system last night must still be there, even if it's just a small rest, because you can feel the desire building inside of you, despite the dire circumstances. You bite your lip, unsure of what to say or do.