Drunken Poetry-The Moon

I am absolutely hammered as I write this, so hopefully, it will still be good.

I am sitting on my back porch looking at the gorgeous moon, (or MOONS in my case), and inspiration hit me, (more likely however, it’s the vodka).

Bear with me as I write this poem about the moon. If this is no good, please just disregard and move on to someone who is sober…Here goes…

The Moon

Oh vast domain of space, filled with Nature’s glory,

Be thou luminesced by thy orange-ish sphere.
Merely a circling particle of thy Mother’s domain,

Or, a miracle from the Infinite, encircling us in everlasting rotation.

One’s rays through the ages stimulates love’s bond between us mere mortals,

And, through its divine presence, brings a quiet and peaceful glow upon man’s world.

Yea, though changing form through its cycle, once, every thirty days it dazzles us with light’s brilliance.

We hold you to be in our lives, and we await the fullness of your glory.

Sooz’s Diary-The Realization

It was the Summer of my discontent, I was 10, school had ended for the year, and I had begged my mother at least 2 weeks before, if I could attend the carnival that St. Andy’s was having today. It was actually St. Andrews, but I always thought it was a stuffy and snotty name, so I called it St. Andy’s.

For at least 2 weeks I had been looking forward to going, as it was always a good time. Lots of food and drinks, games, and oh yes, also the rides which I loved. Mum had said yes that she would go with me, so here I was, dressed and ready for some fun.

It was 11 AM when I went downstairs into the living room, and saw my mother passed out drunk on the couch. My hopes and dreams were once AGAIN dashed by the ravages of alcohol.

At first, I started to cry, but then I remembered that my Aunt Carol said she too was going. Quickly, I ran to the phone and called her. Explaining what had happened, she advised me that indeed I could go with her and my cousins.

I left a detailed note, got my jacket, and went to wait outside for my Aunt Carol. I could hear the roar of that old station wagon all the way down at the end of my driveway, as it slowly meandered around the corner to pick me up.

Always with a smile on her face, Aunt Carol welcomed me, and away we went to the carnival. As promised, we went on all the rides, lost some money on games, and ate till my stomach seemed like it would burst.

It was the best day, even if Mum couldn’t be there to enjoy it with us. After that experience, I KNEW I couldn’t count, on my mum for anything. I was the leader of the family now at ten years of age.

This day had become an awakening for me. I realized that my Mum had an illness, and that because of unfortunate circumstances, I was elected to be HER care giver. At times, we lived on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while she continued to drink herself into oblivion. Many nights I went to bed hungry, as Mum didn’t go out to buy food. It was always my Aunt Carol who would come over with groceries, cook the food, and while there, would see to it that Mum always went to bed clean. That woman was a Saint.

I knew from that tender age that I would NEVER end up like this ever again. Knowing that school was my best avenue out, I studied hard, learned as much as I could, and swore to myself that I would MAKE something of my life. Continued…



To Err is Human, to be Drunk, Divine


Those of you who read me regularly, already know that I am a Nymphomaniac, AND an alcoholic. Why do I keep repeating these two things, well, I want you to understand as a reader what makes me tick.

Ever since I was a wee child, I have always wanted to be a writer. I won’t tell you I’m a great writer, just a poor soul who enjoys writing and collaborating with my fellow man. Will I ever BE a great writer, probably not, but I will keep working at it until my dying day.

People have asked me why I don’t write a great fiction or mystery novel? I will tell you the same thing I told them, not interested. I would rather share my life stories, the good,  bad, and the ridiculous.

Throughout history, there have been many excellent alcoholic writers. Tennesse Williams, Dylan Thomas, F. Scott Fitzgerald and even Hemingway. On the women’s side, Dorothy Parker, Anne Sexton, Mary Karr, and Jacqueline Susann.

Why were they all under the influence when they wrote their great American novels? We may never know, as each of them had their own inner demons with whom they were dealing. If you asked ME why I’m a drunk, I would probably say, because I like the feeling that being in an altered state of reality gives me.

Anyway, back to writing, usually, when I write, I am drunk. Case in point, I am totally blitzed right now. Am I a bad person, or a slut, maybe, but in my defense, I have never KNOWLINGLY hurt anyone because of my alcoholism. When you’re a Nymphomaniac, the term slut just goes with the territory. I admit it, I AM a slut. It is a part of who I am.

When the alcohol kicks in, my sexual organs go into a frenzy like I was on cocaine. At that point, there is NO rhyme or reason, I NEED to get fucked. Actually, I could really use one right NOW.

So, let’s recap… I’m a drunk who loves to write, ALMOST as much as I like to get drunk and fuck. Who knows, maybe someday I’ll sit and write the great American novel, until then, I’m gonna have another drink and masturbate.

Until Later…






Wednesday’s Drunk Tales


I woke up today, hungover, and ready to do it all over again. I know what you’re saying, “Poor little rich girl…Awwww” but hey, I’m bored and I like to drink. What better way to relieve a hangover than with a few quick shots of vodka and wine.

I decided I would get good and shit faced, and then see how long it would take me to put on my make-up. I’m already om my fourth vodka mixed with wine, and I am starting to feel pretty good. My hangover is just about gone, and I am feeling as frisky as well, a drunk woman in need.

In case you were wondering, my day starts early. I was up and drinking at 6:45 AM, and to keep you updated, I’m now starting my fifth wine and shot of vodka.

I like to drink while wearing only my bra and panties. It gives me that feeling wild and wholly feeling, like I am a panther stalking her prey. For those of you who may be wondering, I am wearing a pink lace bra with a matching pink thong. I REALLY need to be fucked.

Sorry, I just stepped away for a moment while I let my fingers do the walking. Well, that, and a great vibrator…Wink!!! Anyway, I am really starting to feel the alcohol now. Each sip is heavenly, and slides down my gullet like a snake eating a mouse. God, I love being drunk. Number six is going down.

One more shot and I am gonna try the makeup thingy. It’s kinda funny because I just looked in the mirror and I see myself with glazed and half open eyes, and then, I notice my tits, they look MAHHVELOUS!!!!!

Moving on, base, foundation, sealer, rouge and mascara, some eye shadow and a nice gentle pink lipstick with some gloss. Holy SHIT, this took me 45 min. Sure, I look like a gorgeous drunk, ( with GREAT tits), but NOW, I’m so drunk, and I need a nap.  Shit, gotta go, feel free to take advantage of me, my legs will be spread and waiting. Until Later…



A Night To Remember

Passed out red head

Yesterday, I was at home. Tired, restless, a little drunk, and horny, I had already masturbated twice within an hour, and I was in major need of some human touch. At this point I didn’t care whether it was male or female, I just needed the elixir of love.

I decided I was going to get it, I changed into my sexiest thong and bra, applied just a touch of perfume, and then slipped into my low cut red dress. Boobs showing, saying that I WANTED it, and the short dress that said, “Take me, I’m yours.”

  Now, I was ready to hunt game.

I had my driver pull up, and away I went, hungry for love. Figuring I better stay close to home, (quicker for a return ride), I went to the club I used to hang out. Dark, and the clientele waiting to spring upon single women like lions to their prey, I took my seat at the bar and ordered a zombie.

I really didn’t care how drunk I got, I just wanted to press some flesh. Almost immediately, a guy sat down beside me and asked if I wanted a drink. I said sure, “I’ll have another zombie” and he ordered it.

The man was not Fabian handsome, but, he was 35, had all his hair, WORKED, and drove a vintage 65 Mustang. Now. I was interested. About an hour later, and 3 more zombies into my alcohol system, we danced. He, (Bill), was a great dancer and oh so touchy feely. I loved it.

Around 1:00 AM, I asked if he would like to go back to my place for a night cap. Funny thing, (Hehehehe), he did. By this time I MUST have been slurring my words because at times, I could see two Bills.

I got into his car and we were off to the races. I really wanted to drive, but I was WAY too drunk, so I settled for HIM to put the pedal to the metal. I know I shouldn’t have, but, I decided to feel his “parts”. Wow, he must have gone from zero to sixty as far as erections go, and I was in Heaven.

When we arrived back at my place, he looked at my home and said,”You live here”, I assured him I did and invited him in for a night cap. He said he would just like a shot of whiskey, so I took out the Jamisons and did a long pour.

I poured one for me also, and within 3 seconds they were gone. He was frisky now, picking me up in his He took off my dress, then my bra, and started to feel my soaking mound, right through my thong.

At THIS point, he could have done anything he wanted to me. Nibbling my nipples, while slowly, feeling my inner thigh, drove me insane. He was a good lover and he knew it.

I massaged his balls with my tongue and mouth while he got hard as carbon steel. I started masturbating him, first with my mouth, then my hand. Moaning through the night was now a common thing as he entered me.

No sooner had he entered my dark hairless cave, I could no longer stand it. I started to cum, and so did he. Juices and cum everywhere, WOW!!! I passed out and awoke to a note that read, “Fun time last night, let’s do it again.” Once again, I was alone with my thoughts, hungover, but with the best feeling in my pussy in a long time.






Just Ask Sooz

Dear Sooz:

I’m sure you hear this all the time, but, I have a problem. Last night, my husband of 15 years came home blind drunk. I assure you that I am not a prude Sooz, but, this is the 4th. time this month it has happened.

He comes home all amorous and wants to have sex, yeah, like that would happen. I assure him that even if he “needed” it, he wouldn’t be able to perform. Usually, he just goes to bed and passes out.

Last night, he refused my explanation and just took me. I am so distraught, I don’t know what to do. Obviously he couldn’t perform which really pissed him off. Finally, he wound up passing out on top of me.

In the morning I spoke with him about this, but he had no memory of the event. I am worried Sooz that he might be an alcoholic. I tried to get him to go to counseling, but to no avail.

I need to know what you would do in my situation.

Depressed Wife


Dear Depressed Wife:

In the first place, his behavior is totally unacceptable. I would suggest that you sit him down when sober, and have a heart to heart talk with that man.

Let him KNOW that NO MEANS NO!!! In many states that is considered rape, even though you are married.

Level with him, tell him that he needs to see a professional. Make sure he understands that you mean business, no professional, no sex.

I am NOT saying he is an alcoholic, but his behavior is unacceptable and it needs to be addressed. Nip this in the bud NOW before it goes any further, and you get hurt. Believe me, you did the right thing in writing me.

P.S. Let me know how this situation turns out. Good luck.






Dear Daddy

Dear Daddy:

Today I am sad and tears roll, as I write this. Today is the anniversary of the day you took your life when I was only 8 years old. Daddy, you were my hero and my everything.

We played together, fished together, and you taught me how to love others through your works. I miss you terribly daddy, and I wonder how things would have been different if you were still here to guide me.

I remember like yesterday,  you said you were going to the garage to get something, and then I heard that shot ring out. I rushed to the garage to see your body on the floor, with a river of blood all around you.

I was devastated, alone, and terrified. There was no comforting me as I ran to the neighbor’s house and evoked their help. My question is, why? You never seemed to be distraught as you left me crying in never ending tears.

I’m sure you know that mom couldn’t handle the pressure of living without you, and became an alcoholic. Thank God for aunt Carol, who fed and clothed me most of the time, and provided a stable environment.

I miss you daily daddy, and I am afraid that I too have used the wrong approach for dealing with my sadness. I am afraid that I have taken to behavior not unlike mom’s.

While I write this, I am drunk, and I ask you for your forgiveness. I have done well in the job portion of my life, daddy, well enough to live comfortably for the rest of my life.

On the other hand, my personal life sucks. I have never been able to make a lasting relationship with either men OR women. That’s right daddy, I am bisexual. I hope you would not have been disappointed.

I just want you to know that I respect and admire you. I was the classic daddy’s little girl. I love you daddy, now, and forever. I wish you were still here to guide me, but, I have been following your lead in helping the poor, and I know you would be proud.

I hope you are happy where you are daddy, and know that I pray for you daily.

All my love,

Your Little Princess



Happy Drunk St. Pats


Hi everybody, Happy St. Patties Day!!! Hope you are all enjoying yourselves on this  Festive Holiday, I KNOW I am!!!

I just wanted to share with all of you my love and best wishes for this great day for the Irish. YUP, I’m Irish. And, like a GOOD Irish girl, I am celebrating my hardest to get good and DRUNK!!!

Actually, I am already there, could you tell? Party on Irishmen and Lasses. Man, am I gonna have a hangover tomorrow. MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Pain and Pleasure

It was 10:00 PM in Arizona, I had been reading sexual material, and I needed a sexual fix. I’d been good all week, well, except for my normal masturbation schedule, and I needed a little playtime. I dialed Olga’s number but  I had to leave a message. “Hi Olga, it’s Sooz, and I need a treatment.” Ten minutes later the phone rang, it was Olga. I could tell she had been drinking by her slightly slurred words and she said, “Hi Sooz, you need a treatment, huh, for you, my house is always open.”

“Thanks, Madame”, I said, and I got in my car and started to drive. It took me about an hour to get there winding around long deserted roads and a driveway that seemed to never end. I rang the doorbell which had one of those long rings, and the thick door opened with Olga dressed in her Madame costume.  She was wearing a leather outfit with an  Assless back, and also with her perfectly GORGEOUS TITS exposed, just right for touching.

She welcomed me with a sensuous kiss on the lips, and sure enough, as expected, she had been drinking. “I have a special night planned for you tonight Sooz, but, I need you to be drunk to fully enjoy it, what do you say?”

“Sure enough”, I said with a smile, “What spirits do you have?” “Whiskey with ice, or straight up, what will it be?” “Whiskey with ice, I said, and she poured me a tall one.” “So, why so late”, she asked as I downed the first drink and started another.

I explained to her that I had been good all week, and that I needed a little pain and pleasure action to round me out. “No problem, she said, finish your drink and I’ll fix you another.”

I hurriedly gulped that one down and started my third major drink within 40 minutes. I already had a good buzz on, but this drink went down in about 3 minutes, which threw me over the edge into the land of drunkdom.

Madame Olga led me to a special room, which she called the RED room. Inside was every piece of equipment you could ask, for S&M  sex. Across it, was a setup I needed to use. Olga led me to this contraption and told me to spread my legs wide as she bound them with heavy leather straps.

Then, she took my arms and again bound them wide so I had no rhythm of motion. Finally, she blindfolded me so I could see nothing. I waited as I heard her slap the riding crop hard  against the desk. The next thing I felt was the crop slapping against my ass, pain screamed within me, followed by Olga kissing my red buttocks, then licking it. OMG, I was in heaven.

My pussy was dripping wet with anticipation now as she took a long feather and stroked the insides of my sides with the feather and again kissed each thigh as slow as possible. My breasts were next. She bit them as if she was having dessert spreading pain throughout my body.

The soft suckling of them immediately afterwards, however, sent my senses into overload. I was VERY HORNY and I needed to CUM!!!

I begged her to finish me off, but again, she worked my ass like a pro and told me to shut up. Finally, what seemed like hours, came to an end as she placed her riding crop between my pussy and made me lick my own juices.

She kissed my lips gently and then continued all the way down to my steaming crotch. She put her tongue inside my vagina, all the while fingering the hole in my ass. I could take it no longer, I writhed in the darkness and exploded. Cum came flying out of me as I reached a Vaginal Orgasm and I spurted all over her floor. I was satisfied and exhausted. Olga took me down from my makeshift cross, kissed me, and handed me a strong whiskey.

We drank and talked the night away, and finally fell asleep in Olga’s bed. The next morning I showered, while Olga accompanied me, got dressed, thanked her for a lovely time and left, knowing that I would be back again soon.










Just Ask Sooz

Dear Sooz:

Last night, my husband of 15 years came home drunk as a skunk and said he was out with the boys. Well, Sooz, if the boys were wearing perfume and lipstick, maybe. Perfume was all over his shirt, with an added bonus of lipstick on his collar.

I was extremely hurt, but also angry. I couldn’t talk with him then, as he was too drunk. The next day I asked him about it and he said that the waitress “accidently” got her lipstick on his collar as she was delivering the drinks. To me, this sounded like b**shirt!!!

We have been married for 15 years, some ups, and some downs, but this is the first time he has ever done something like this. I am really beside myself and could really use your help.

At my last straw


Dear at my last straw:

I KNOW this sounds bad, but, I would give him another chance. After all, it COULD have happened that way, (although I agree with you). Let him know how you feel and explain this behavior is UNACCEPTABLE.

Give him the benefit of the doubt, THIS TIME, but if it repeats itself, kick his womanizing ass out. Remember, communication is the key here. Talk to him and see what’s under his craw that makes him act like this.

Talk first, act second…Good Luck.