Hot and on the Prowl

Erotica—-

Some folks call me a Cougar, others call me a slut, you can call me what you like as long as you give me the two things I need to survive, booze and sex. Funny really, I never thought I’d wind up this way, alone, drunk, and with a sexual craving I couldn’t control.ย 

 

Oh sure, I started out like everyone else, a good Catholic girl who believed all those fairy tales about Heaven and Hell, even had the nuns beat into my head that sex was wrong and that if I masturbated, I would not only go to Hell, I would also go blind.

 

Well, guess what, I masturbated till my fingers were raw and my Pussy STILL cried out for more. By the way, I can still spot a fly at 20 yards, so I guess I dispelled THAT myth also.

 

It was 2:00 AM, a Wednesday, I was drunk as usual and my Pussy was HOT and WET. I needed to get laid, and it had to be soon before I passed out. I turned next to the guy I was drinking with and slurringly said, “You wanna take me home and have your way with me”?

 

He half looked at me through those yellowish red eyes and nodded. As we left the bar, I knew I wouldn’t be able to make it all the way home, when in the cab, I took his hand, put it inside my pants untilย  his main fucking finger was inside me. Them, I grabbed his cock and started working it up and down like the pro I was.

 

He only lasted about 5 Minutes as I heard him let out a satisfied Ahhhhhhh. I was right behind him as his fingers lubricated me like an aqueduct lubricating pipes.

 

God he was good, sure, I was drunked up pretty good but he had a way about him that lit my flame and took me into Nirvanna. The cab came to our destination and he paid the man with half his pants still hanging down.

 

We went into my place, drank until I passed out and woke up the next morning with him on top of me. I told him I had a Hell of a hangover, got outta bed and poured myself a stiff one.

 

He zipped up, said thanks for last night and dissappeared like a ghost on the morning after Halloween. As for me, I just went back to my bottle planning my time for THIS evening. “What a life, what a life indeed.”

 

 

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