STACIE

The Saturday morning sun felt like some brutal, golden blade cutting through the gap in my pink curtains.

I groaned, shielding my eyes with my arm, but the movement only sent a sharp ache radiating through my hips and lower back.

My body felt heavy, tender, and distinctly used.

Every muscle seemed to ache with a dull, throb-like memory of the people that had ruined me in this very room only hours ago.

I rolled over, the sheets sliding against my sensitive skin, and caught the scent. It was faint but it was right there. The scent of sweat and cum.

It was everywhere.

I wasn't just sore; I...