John woke up. Not in his bed. Who`s bed is this? John was used to his sexy stained, bare mattress with Ikeas best quilt covers, just thrown over for effect. Instead he was spread across some kind of giant flowery goodness. It was comfortable, slightly arousing but most importantly, just a little bit fucking weird. There were pillows everywhere on the floor around the bed, you know the ones posh people have "just for show".
He wasn't ready to call out "Hello", until he was certain where he was and why, not really worried about how, he still had his legs. Lovely legs in fact, lovely long naked leg`s. He was totally naked! Not only was he in a room that smelt slightly like his aunty Val, he was totally naked and no sign of his trousers...shirt....socks even! Or pants! (but how would I know? Maybe he wasn't wearing any pants? I wasn't there was I? Im only the fucking writer, I don't know all the facts ok?! God!)
The sweat is pouring down his forehead, from the worry that he may have actually fucked his aunty Val.
"Val?", he call`s!
(Yeah! I know! STUPID!)
John slips his naked body out of bed to take a peek out the window, maybe a street name might recall some memories. A man with a large beard, and not a Sexy Santa beard, more like a rapey beard, is stood outside with a lawn mower. He looks like he`s just getting started. The Rapey Lawn Mower Man looks up at the house, straight into the bedroom where John has his cock out.
To be continued........
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