The headache was unbearable. I woke up with a hangover I hadn't felt in years. I couldn't remember almost anything—just some vague memories of what had happened yesterday... My head was the only thing that mattered to me... I got up, still feeling a little dizzy when I put my feet on the floor; the room was still spinning. I counted to three to steady myself: one... two...

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I heard that noise next to me... I turned around and jumped out of bed... A gorgeous blonde with hair down to her neck and completely naked was in my bed, covered by the thin fabric of the sheets. The beautiful girl was lying face down, her legs visible; on her back and arms were mandala tattoos, and her ass was still covered by the thin white sheet... I couldn’t believe I had no idea how the hell such a stunning woman had ended up naked in my bed. One of her breasts was peeking out from between her arms—huge, white, and firm breasts...

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I stood there staring at her. “Am I still dreaming?” I asked myself. The blonde was sleeping soundly, lulled by the excess alcohol in her blood… I looked down at myself and yes… I was naked too… but I couldn’t remember how I’d ended up there, let alone how I, an ordinary guy, had managed to end up with this sleeping beauty.

Without making a sound, I went to the bathroom. I looked at myself... my hair was messier than usual. I stepped up to the mirror: my nipples were sore and red, that woman’s teeth were imprinted on my chest and shoulders, and I had a hickey on my neck... I really had to pee... obviously the split stream wet the floor beyond the toilet; I crouched down to clean up the mess I’d left, and my head started pounding again... “Come on, Gastón, remember!” I said to myself, looking at my face after washing it with cold water... I slapped myself; it hurt—I wasn’t asleep... my back was bothering me... I ran my hand over my back and felt the lines swollen from the inflammation; I looked as best I could and managed to make out two lines on my back... lashes??

I stepped out of the bathroom, taking a deep breath... The blonde was still asleep. I looked down at the floor, and the black leather whip was lying there... along with a metal butt plug, a fuchsia dildo, and a cowboy hat—or rather, a cowgirl hat, since none of that was mine... I picked up my boxers and put them on... and without making a sound, I left the room... in the living room, down the stairs, two shot glasses, two glasses, three bottles, and the girl’s clothes—a ballroom cowgirl outfit... the skirt was on the floor, and the jacket and blouse were on the couch... along with my pants. I went to pour myself some water and took an anti-inflammatory; I was parched... and confused. I sat at the kitchen counter, trying to remember... nothing... the last thing I knew was that I had accompanied Julio, an intern at my clinic, to the Sporting Club restaurant... I remember we arrived and went into one of the many restaurants there; in fact, it wasn’t just any place—it was the most expensive one. Although I didn’t remember much, I do recall being surprised by how expensive the cover charge was. In that nearly empty place (obviously because of the high price), there were only good-looking guys and girls. I wasn’t just the oldest person there—I was also the least stylish. Within minutes, Julio disappeared, and I was left there with my drink (at least included with the cover charge) watching as, instead of dancing the Cueca or some other traditional rhythm, everyone was dancing to the beat of the DJ on duty—electronic music...

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I shook my head—what was wrong with me!? There was a beautiful girl in my bed, naked, and here I was trying to make sense of it all... I started drooling at the mere thought of climbing back on top of her... while my legs were already moving, my heart was racing...