❝marcid❞ (adj.)
withered; incredibly exhausted.

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          Whatever has happened I am blaming it on Sid, not alcohol, not me but on Sid. He should not had to force me have sex. He should not have introduced me to Nisha and Ritu.

          This was not supposed to happen. I was not supposed to have sex.

          I glanced at the girl who just fucked me. Ritu was wearing her last piece of cloth, which was t-shirt. Her face popped up from the t-shirt's neck as she looked at me and smile. I gave her a hang back smile.

          "Hey." She comes to bed and sits. I come to aware that she was fully clothed and I on the other hand was fully naked under the sheets, feeling marcid.

          "I really had a great time." She informed.

          I did not say anything back as she waited for me to say something.

          Come on, Jay. Say something, idiot.

          "Yeah... yeah. Me too." I smile agitatedly.

          Her smile widens.

          "Okay, see you downstairs." She said and gave me peck on my lips.

          "Sure." I nod as she left.

          Oh god! I rub my hands on my face and quickly start wearing my clothes. I looked up when door opened. It was Sid, a goofy smile playing on his face.

         "So... how was it?" He questioned.

          Glaring at him, I answer. "Good."

          "Ah... you are welcome." He wave nonchalantly and sit on bed.

          "We did it there."I pointed to the place where he sat. He quickly jump from the bed as I chuckled.