A shudder ran down Shane's spine. There was a jumble of drunken memories that had to be a nightmare. He knew things were over with Rose. The note was definitely in her hand writing, and part of him wanted this... Well, not what she was threatening, but for it to be over.
It was kind of surreal, that he was in Vanessa's and things had ended! Surely the nightmare was just that, and the drunken memories were nothing more. Part of him must've reacted to the news of the end of your relationship. But, there were odd aches and pains... Odd aches and pains that aligned with those mortifying fantasies.... memories?
His throat ached, as if he'd spent it deep throating cocks. Even the stale, salty taste made him want to retch. The perspective was wrong, he loved blow-jobs, but this one... the angle was wrong. In the dreams, he was the one giving them out. Who felt her mouth stretched wide, had her nose tickled by their stale pubic hair, as she tried to swallow a host of cocks with apparent eagerness.
Crushing the note in his fist, he hated that she could plant such ideas in his head. It wasn't fair, he was manly, and had a man's needs. It was just frustration and confusion. The idea that maybe one of the drinks was.... tainted came to mind. The things were fuzzier than usual, and his head pounded.
Straightening and standing up, Shane felt an another ache. Hissing in pain, his hand reaching behind. He caught himself, as he was going to massage his ass. It felt strained, stretched and in need of a rest. A memory flashed into mind, doubtless suggested by her letter, or planted with hypnosis. But it ached. The truth was probably a dodgy meal, take aways after a night out, were notorious for not being the healthiest, or cleanest of foods.
Working his jaw from side to side, it ached too. Maybe the food was under prepared and needed more chewing. He hoped.
The thoughts battled in Shane's mind, before he decided he needed a walk to clear his head. Moping about the apartment wasn't going to solve anything. Looking out the window, he saw the Sun was going down. Most of the day having passed in hang-over.