Waking up in a strange house naked

[confusedboy23]

Nope, I've never been that drunk! Or, have I??? Hmmm.....I wonder. But, nope, not to my knowledge.

 

[justsimon]

You're lucky to have friends like that.

 

[D-Base]

No, never, this is a funny story tho, I kinda laughed, sorry if it was embarrasing for you...

 

[Smitho]

Funny story, these things do happen after afew to many beers, never mind, it will make a good story for next time you are in the pub! Then it could happen all over again!

 

[SilverRRCloud]

Nope, thanks Lord, nothing of the kind ever happened to me.

But, yeah, you have sure got good friends and they took good care of you

I mean, this ain't really a biggie, but do learn from this experience and draw a line somewhere when it comes to getting where you do not want to be

SC

 

[blackbeltninja]

The worst I've had is passing out in somone's bathroom and waking up to find they'd hauled an inflatable matress in there and put me on it.

Fully clothed, though - a definite plus.

-d-

 

[slobone]

That happened to me in college, when I drank half a gallon of wine (apparently) while visiting a friend's fraternity. Woke up in the traditional "pool of my own vomit" on a beat-up mattress in a deserted part of the house. Don't think I was naked. I had also thrown up all over the toilet. They made me clean everything enough, which was enough to teach me my lesson.

 

[arco]

Had to laugh when I saw your question because of something that happened when I was in my early 20s. My boss asked me to come to a party in the city with him on the spur of the moment on a Sat night. It was in a mansion and the people were glitterati - music, theatre, and graphic arts folks, a few people in film. It was fascinating and one of the most decadent scenes I've ever seen. For an hour or so I didn't injest anything but finally accepted an innocuous small glass of red wine. The guy who gave it to me was short, well spoken and good looking. Strange thing, it was in a plastic wine glass which didn't fit with the tone of the place or the party. I don't know what was in it but reality twisted in on itself and then, blam, I was gone. I woke up clear-headed, no hangover, but naked in a small stuffy fetid bedroom, cheap furniture, quiet as a tomb except for outside traffic noise. I had obviously had sex involving a few body parts but I don't remember anything. I found my clothes--wallet, keys etc all there but clothes kind of crumpled-- on a couch in a small sitting room down the hall. No one else was around. I washed up at the sink, dressed and went outside. I didn't recognize anything except it looked like I was in a working class suburb. I followed the traffic noise to a main route where there was a bus stop so I took one back to the city, which took about an hour and half. I would have paid a month's salary for an espresso.

 

[DarkNeko]

No, I never woke up naked in a strange environment. I did, however, make out with a lesbian once while I was drunk. We were both horrified the next day when we realized what had happened lol

 

[arco]

^Wow....so how did you know you had sex other than the fact you were naked...Maybe he just wanted nude pics of you for the internet!

how did I know? the metallic dick taste in my mouth, slightly swollen lips and cheeks, dried spit and cum tracks on legs, stomach, back and ass crack; the physical sign that somebody had tried to get something into my ass but hadn't succeeded. it could have ended a hell of a lot worse. funny thing, until now i never thought about pictures