i still am figuring out the site, though i think i found where to continue...

Upon waking up, now with the light of the upcoming sun barely lighting your room, making the shapes of your furniture visable yet no details could be reconised in the shadows of the morning light, even if you had been capable of looking at them long enough, for this little light available still burned your eyes and set your mind ablaze, thusly you quickly closed your eyes, damn that hurted, a hangover? then you remembered, work yesterday had been rough, with barely any sleep you still made it to your job, filled to the brim with coffee and depression, it had only been getting worse, seeing couples in public had saddened your heart, pure jealousy, working with annoying customers had worked down your mind and spirit, sleep deprivation in it's truest form... yet you needed the money, a few naps, a lot of caffeine and a large handfull of smokes had worked you through the day, you were so done with yesterday, you needed a drink, in so, you had gone to a calm, welcomming rock-bar, next to the local irish pub to drown your sorrows.

despite your best attempts to trying to ignore it and forget the world and the hangover, you needed to go to the toilet, badly, not a surprise, with how effective the mere light was in punishing the abomination that was you, you must have drank a lot to recieve such punishment, and this punishment would continue, making this Saturday morning a long one you knew for certain, yet you also knew you had to get up, not wanting to leak on your bedsheets. without opening your eyes you pushed off the sheets, a hard task in of it's own yet today it seemed like your sheets did not want to let go, as if it was reaching for you, groping at you... a alluring, warm hold offering you safety... a hold you had to **** away in order to carefully get yourself up, only to find yourself feeling sick, a complete hangover, you even felt weak in the knees as you carefully stumbled across the room, finding a large amount of clothes to step over, you considered turning the lights on but quickly dismissed the idea and went to the hallway i darkness.

the cool halway air washed over your naked body while you closed the bedroom door behind you, cousing a cold shiver to run over your spine, a mild relieve to your head but costing greatly as your stomach protested, why had you drank so much? a moment passed as you concentrated on the thought, you remembered sitting in the bar, alone, having your drink, you remembered occationally looking across the bar, silently hoping some cute guy would walk upto you to buy you a drink, make you feel liked and have a chat... just to forget him who you then could not help to think about, Finn, which once more had started to make you think about who you were, what you were and why you were alone, saddening you as much last night at the bar as it did now and the night before... You shook off the thought and continued walking, aiming to step to the stairs just to end up nearly tripping over... something, as you nearly threw up from the sudden fast movement and grabbed to your head, instinctively trying to make your brain stop exploding... needless to say it had not worked, your head kept pounding and your insides urged you on to hurry to the bathroom... which you found yourself only barely capable to do, for you must, why had you drank so much?

Still trying to figure out how it was you found yourself where you were now, standing naked infront of your toilet bowl, wondering a moment if you should sit down already or kneel infront of it, sore all over and incapable of placing your thoughts in the right order... you quickly decided to turn around and place your soft, full, round buttcheeks against the cold plastic of your toiletseat to seek relief in emptying your bladder. The soft yet way too loud sound of bodily fluids clattering against the porselin of the bowl brought your mind and your stomach somewhat to ease, as with this ease you managed to recall once more you sitting at the bar, wishing for someone, longing for someone yet missing someone specific, however as you thought back you realised how fate would have it, for despite the low chance, seated where you normally would never go, doing what you normally disliked, simply drinking at the bar, staring into your drink, it was then that a hand was placed on your shoulder and as you looked who dared, you were met with the friendly eyes and happy smile of Finn himself.

The moment alone made you tense up, you had spend your night drinking with Finn, he was the reason you wanted to drink and the couse of drinking more, the thought alone, now too, interrupted the yellow hot stream, he had taken seat next to you and ordered both a drink for himself as a drink for you before speaking the words that would mark what the evening would bring "i love a girl who can handle her drink" and with that, your pity party had turned and each drink ordered from there on had been to impress he who had imprinted on your little, precious heart.

you looked down your little, soft breasts thinking about the evening, your legs tightly closed, for a moment you felt cute, small, even as you felt the warmth from your gut spread to your little shaft, signalling you would restart letting the warm, dirty liquid out through your very own member, it now did not seem to bring you from your pedistal, for last night you had drank with Finn, laughed with Finn, danced with Finn, feeling his body against your own, feeling his hands roam all over, the first time he went ahead and stole your heart, made your mind his own and made your soul long for him to return, yet last night, as pearls of sweat appeared all over the two of you, moving so close you could feel his breath and smell his skin, he was there to have fun...

Thinking back to the moment you could not help but start to feel a little better, even with the still everpresent headaches, with the still everpresent sore body and the still everpresent sick feeling, you got up from the toilet and felt like you could sing, you wouldn't ofcourse, but had you been sober... without a thought you shook off and took hold of a washing cloth you used to wash yourself a little, your arms, your chest, your crotch, your ass... the essentials, and went on with your morning, relief, cleanliness, now it was time for some water, you had been told, maybe some food if you could stomach it, so onto the kitchen it was.

Though still with carefull steps as to not hurt yourself, yet with a skip in your mental stride you found yourself bravely crossing the hall, still in thought about the night before, letting flashes of memories pass by, dances, jokes, intimate moments, daring advances, special moments you and Finn had made together, it was all comming back, you had spend the whole night together, staying till the bar closed... You looked into the livingroom a moment recalling memories as they flew by, a moment that lasted a eternity, even on the way back, Finn had fun, you had fun, at some point you had tried to push against his chest, why you did not know but he had playfully pushed forth his chest and growled playfully, some other point you had dared him to take off his shirt... His chest... you had seen his chest, you had touched his stomach, a thought that made you blush and warmed your small body... He had come closer and teased you with his bare skin, with the fact you were staring at it... and you loved it. at some point he had been walking behind you and commented on your ass, your perfect, round, soft ass... your little member twitched and hardened to it's four inch, for without actually thinking it yet, you knew what had happened, and you looked down at it, ashamed of it, had it hardened then too? Had Finn even noticed? he must have, for if the thought alone caused this... but your mind could not be stopped, in response to his comment you had wanted to flash the handsome prince your booty, just flash it, but food made the hungry fly and it had been clear Finn was a hungry man, as the little distance between the two of you had been closed before you knew it and Finn's hand had taken hold of your ass... you looked up from your pink tip into the livingroom, for some reason only god knew, moments like those broke the veil that **** created on the mind, it had all happened in the span of seconds, as now too the memory crashed over you, fast and detailed, as he held your ass, you had turned around, lust then in full swing, you nuzzled against his chest when he kissed you deeply, passionately, longingly, way too short but way too amazing, this was not a kiss signifying of love, this was not a peck offering companionship, this was a silent warning, this man wanted her, without question... and with that stated, you looked into his eyes, offering him a drink...

It was all so... You were so... It went so... Conflicting was the only word you had for it, It was all so amazing, you turned the man on enough to follow you into the house, wanting nothing more than you. You were so, or rather are still so turned on, so horny... It went so fast, it made your heart pound and your blood race, moments flashed before your eyes but you could not register it, for as your blood rushed through your body, your headache intensified, you felt as if the world vanished into white flashes of intense pain, you had to hold onto something, keep yourself up, get yourself steady, you knew you were going to fall. However you didn't, for as you nearly gave in to gravity, two steady arms were there, ready to catch you, one wrapping around your shoulders, the other found around your waist, safety. In silence he turned you around to face him and pulled your body close, knowingly pressing your small figure against his large frame, your soft, small breasts against his chest, your skinny, cold legs against his muscles and your small, hard penis against his large, standing manhood, only to nuzzle his nose against the side of your head to kiss your cheek...

"I'm not running..."