Literature
After Last Night
A big, black dick.
That was the first thing I saw when I woke up that morning in a hotel room. It made mine look like an uncooked sausage. Anyway, seeing the junk of another man gave me quite a shock. I would have screamed, but it seemed to me that the guy just wanted to sleep, so I just hollered in my own head while backing away from the bed that we apparently both slept in. I looked back at the nude guy; his face was covered by a towel, so I had no idea what he looked like.
I tried wiping my eyes to forget the image of his, um, thing, but I was distracted by my hands. They were not my hands. Nope, they were smaller, more pale, and manicur