When I finally stirred from my deep, satisfied sleep, I became aware of the soft, warm bodies still pressed against mine. Opening my eyes, I saw that everyone was still lying on the bed with me, our limbs entwined, our breaths synchronized in a rhythm of pure, sated pleasure.
The room was bathed in the soft, golden light of the afternoon sun, casting a warm glow over our naked, spent forms. The air was thick with the scent of last night's passions, a mix of sweat, sex, and the faint aroma of luxurious perfumes.
I glanced at the clock on the bedside table and noticed it was already 3 PM. It was Sunday, which meant everyone had a day off—a day to indulge in more carnal delights. I quietly slipped out of bed, my body already stirring with renewed lust.
I took a shower, the warm water cascading over my body, reawakening my senses and washing away the remnants of last night's debauchery.
