The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 02 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 02

Sylvia looked down at her phone, scrolling around anything she could to confirm whether that date was true or not. Her recent messages, calendar, and alarms all confirmed that it was Friday morning.

She looked outside, as if there would be more indication there. Birds were singing, branches waving in the wind as the sun rose in the horizon casting horizontal shadows across her whole view.

She let out an incredulous snort, disbelieving the world in front of her. Was it really Friday? Again? Or was it the first time around?

Yesterday (or, today) couldn't have been a dream; It all felt too real. She unbuttoned her pajama shirt and glanced down at her body.

Pale, unblemished skin - two large breasts - no bruising, no damage, no pinches. Just a pair of pink panties she'd slept in the night before. It was as if it hadn't happened.

She thought back to that whole nightmarish day. It was probably for the best. Even from the very beginning things had gone wrong, all starting when...

Sylvia slammed her window shut just as a bird passed overhead. A white, sticky substance splattered against the window, it's trajectory on line to have hit her were it not for the quick action.

That was how yesterday started. But not today.

She thought forward - er, backwards - to what happened next. Her mother was doing a load of laundry that included the towels. Sylvia raced downstairs to see if this was still the case and as she entered the kitchen, saw the stack of clothing ...

... inside of the hamper as her mother, back turned, was in an online meeting.

Sylvia blushed, buttoning up her shirt as she hoped that the brief moment she ran past in the background hadn't been captured and she grabbed a towel from the top of the hamper - one that had been in her bathroom until only a few minutes ago. It was still clean enough to dry off with and she took it upstairs.

Once in the bathroom, she undressed in full. Her eyes focused on her stomach, where the previous day she had spent a few hours with some embarrassing text written, marking her as property. Today, it was gone - no sign it had ever been there in the first place.

With the shower warm, she stepped in there and began to wash off the grime of, well, nothing. It was a quick shower and she kept her hair tied up so she wouldn't even have to dry it. There was no chance she'd miss the bus again today.

She dressed in the same outfit she'd worn yesterday. A cream-colored skirt and an oversized top that left a shoulder bare. She twirled in front of the mirror a bit, admiring the outfit she barely had the chance to wear before.

Sylvia gave a brief farewell to her mother, who was busy in a meeting about some urgent work business that had come up the previous night, and went out the front door - her ensemble ready for the day.

The bus was on time, and she was there even earlier, waiting at the stop for a few minutes before it arrived.

Sylvia got off the bus and began to walk to the usual meeting ...