I’m Drunk!!! You may ask, “What’s so different about that, you ARE an alcoholic”? Well, I’ll tell you, today is the Ides of March, which ALSO happens to be my birthday.
I woke up this morning and Dot gave me my birthday present, a case of my favorite Merlot wine and a birthday cake. Dot and I have already each put away 3+ bottles of wine, and for another present, she made me get naked, took cake and spread it all over both boobs, and my pussy, then began eating it.
I must have cum at least 4 times…WOW!!! What a great gift. I am just so happy and in love with EVERYONE right now, I just had to share it. Here is to me turning 40 something and celebrating it with the love of my life.
I love you all and be happy and enjoy life to the best you can.
Today as usual, I woke up with a huge hangover. What I normally do is to just take a drink from the hair of the dog and continue on from there. Today, however, I needed to go out. I took another drink, called my driver and had him drop me at the local neighborhood bar.
Normally, I don’t do this for two reasons:
- I don’t like everybody knowing that I’m an alcoholic
- At 9:00 AM I am not that sociable
I took my seat at the end of the bar, ordered a vodka martini, and started to watch TV. I noticed there was a pretty blond woman who looked to be in her mid-30’s sitting two stools down from mine, and she too was ordering martinis.
I moved over by her, ordered her a drink and we exchanged names. Her name was Dot, she said as we pretty much downed our drinks. I asked her what such a pretty young woman was doing in a bar at 9:00 AM and she said, “I could ask YOU the same question.”
We hit it off right away as she started telling me her story as to WHY she was sitting on a bar stool so early. She told me she was married once when young no kids, and that her husband, the love of her life cheated on her.
They divorced, and she took to alcohol as a stress reliever. She had started slow, and then started drinking earlier and earlier to numb the pain. Today, she said in a slightly slurred voice, she was a full blown alcoholic just like me.
About the 4th. Martini down, she looked at me with drunken eyelids, moved closer to me and placed her hand down inside the back of my jeans.
I was already half in the bag at this time, so I bought her a double martini and I too order one, and on went our conversation. She said she is usually here every morning drowning her sorrows.
Now, three sheets to the wind, I asked her if she ever thought about taking a woman as a sex partner, now drunk, she said yes. Two martini’s later, we were both wasted. I had the bartender call my driver and I asked Dot if she would like to go home with me.
Putting her arm around my shoulder, she leaned in and kissed me. I took that as a yes. My driver helped us both in my front door, and we immediately staggered to the bedroom. Off came her clothes, as did mine, and what a beautiful body she had.
Firm, round, yet perky tits, legs that wouldn’t quit, and a kiss that was wet and tasted like gin. I felt her pussy and it was dripping wet, just like mine. She put two fingers into my nether region which made me quiver and get wetter still.
I love a woman’s tits, so I caressed them and sucked them plentiful. She moaned and shouted out drunkenly, FUCK ME SOOZ!!! Kissing her all the way down her gorgeous body, I stopped at her mound. Slowly, I licked around the outside of her clit as she begged me to “finish her off”.
I put, my finger in her wet ass while I licked her to one of the best orgasms I have ever seen. She squirted as she came, and I got a mouthful.
Then, once relaxed, she came down to MY HOTSPOT, and liked me until I came so hard I squirted too.
We both fell into a drunken sleep. In the morning, I made 4 pitchers of martinis, two with gin, and two with vodka. I asked her if she would like to stay with me for a while and become my drinking buddy “with benefits”. “Yes,” she said, and we continued to drink until once again, until we were both loaded.
You can guess what happened next, YUP… and she is STILL here. Ahhhhh, ya gotta love the Xmas holidays.
Hi everyone, my name is Sooz and I am wasted. It’s OK though, it IS Saturday night and I am in a partying mood. So, if you see any mistakes in this, and you probably will, it’s NOT because I can’t write properly, it’s because I’m writing while drunk.
I was on here anyway, just checking out the “articles”, and so I thought I would come on and just say hi out there to all my friends. So…Hi!!! The picture above isn’t me, but, I AM drinking a bottle of Jack, and I WAS just dancing a few minutes ago.
No, not at a club, at my house, all by myself, now dressed in this.
What do you think? Do you like it? Of course NOW I am all hot and bothered and about ready to call my neighbor over for some late night entertainment, if ya know what I mean.
I just called him, and he said,”Sooz, are you drunk again”? I replied, “YUP, so are ya cummin…?” Hehehehehehehehe. He’s coming over now so I better have a drink and a pee and I will talk to all of you later. Kisses to all!!!!!
Luscious, salacious lips,
Slightly brushing tender erogenous nether regions.
Quiet moaning, erupting from a darkened arena.
Inhaling and exhaling, faster and faster at uneven paces.
Sounds of pleasure scream out from a quiet night.
Yessss, Oh Yessss, Ummmmm, Ahhhhhhh, YESSSSSS!!!!
Take me…Fuck me…Ohhhh… as the moaning becomes deafening.
Backs full of sweat with passions fire rising higher and higher.
Screaming out…FUCK ME!!! I’m Cumming…
Then, a scream fills a once silent room…
Breasts lie silently against pressed flesh,
And all is a quiet, as sexual peace is once again restored to, a satisfied partner.
After reading you and your stories, I have always wanted to open up sexually and try some BDSM. I have brought it up to my husband and he seems to be agreeable especially if I would become the submissive.
Can you suggest any starting positions or sexual nuances? I am so excited to start I can’t wait. Take me now, I have some bad ass outfits ready, and I have been a very bad girl, I need to be spanked.
Dear Bad Girl:
I must admit that I also enjoy BDSM sex. Everybody likes something different but I love being both the submissive AND the Dominatrix. I enjoy being tied, up and spanked with a riding crop, BUT, I also enjoy having my submissive being drunk, and totally tied so I can lick and suck them. I love watching them get so wet that they will actually start to drip from excitement as I touch and lick them to delight.
I wish you much love and hope that your experiences are the best.
I love to drink, I love sex, but what I REALLY love to do is have drunken sex. It’s such a wonderful experience that I looked forward to having one of my girlfriends over, getting drunk with her, and then having HOT MONKEY SEX.
The other night that happened. My girlfriend and I went to our local hangout, got drunk together and went back to my place. To say that she was hotter than fire is an understatement, she kissed me, took my hand, and after unbuttoning her pants, she took my hand and placed it on her hot molten mound.
“Feel my breasts,” she slurred as I cupped one, while gently kissing and sucking her other one. At that point she started moaning as did I, as her lips began to caress MY mounds.
“Put your fingers inside me and kiss my inner thighs,” she moaned, as I started to slowly lick her boiling pussy. Now we were BOTH moaning as she stroked my luscious mound of heat, and placed her finger in my ass.
“Oh my God,” I shouted as she moved her fingers around me like magic. “Don’t stop I shouted,” as she took me higher and higher than the effects of the alcohol ever could. My lips found her boiling flow of sex juice, and my tongue slid in and out of her like a girl sucking a lollipop.
“OH MY GOD,” she shouted as she arched her back and came in my mouth. I yelled out, FUCK ME, FUCK ME”, while she licked me up and down and around my molten drunk clit. No longer could I stand it, I too arched and spilled MY load into her waiting mouth.
We laid there in ecstasy in our hazed condition, staring into each other’s blurred eyes. “I love you,” she said, as I repeated back to her, “Right back at ya baby.” We huddled together in the spoon position as our drunken naked bodies drifted off into a deep sleep.
Today, I would like to talk about something that everybody seems to keep on the down low-Masturbation. My question is Why?
For years I have been professing the benefits of masturbating, it’s a great relaxer, lowers blood pressure, AND, it’s been proven, that those who masturbate on a regular basis live LONGER.
Come on, don’t you want to live longer? I figure since I masturbate between 3 to 6 times per day, let’s see…Carry the 4, add 50, and multiply by 1000, I should live till I’m at LEAST as old a Methussila, and perhaps a little longer.
In Europe, they not only talk about it freely with others, they practice this life saving procedure daily. So, why are we, as Americans, so clandestine about this taboo subject?
I say, let’s get those hands lubed up and get ready for some fun. Hey, you can do it by yourself, OR, with a significant other, the choice is yours. Get started today, and start adding some years to your life.
I’m gonna get the ball rolling, I’m already half in the bag, and MY fingers are already doing the walking. Come on, join me. You WON’T regret it.
Gently touching your lips while I feel cup your breasts, my mind reels.
My legs are spread wide as you softly work your fingers down my thigh.
The heart pounds from the sensation of your body, soft as pillows.
Wetness forms around my garden, awaiting your mouth to pleasure me.
My breasts are yours, encircled by your tongue, and gently biting my nipples.
When will she get to my glory box, I think, sucking me dry while licking my forbidden button.
Kisses, slowly repeating down my inner thighs, while my body quivers in ecstasy.
I start to pant now as she works her fingers in and out of my glory hole, all the while, licking up, and around my pleasure button.
I am hers, I surrender as I scream out into the night, Yes, Yes, Yes!!!
It becomes no longer possible to contain my excitement, I inhale, and give her my soul.
Screaming out like a banshee, I explode like a thousand pounds of dynamite, filling the night with the relief of a lifetime.
Quiet now, I retrn the pleasure, and the music plays on.
Usually, after a nice night of drinking, I fall into a deep sleep. Once asleep, I fall into a heavy dream state, drifting into dreamland. Last night, I had an absolutely wonderful dream.
I dreamt that I was on a plane, flying to France. With my heart racing, I had planned on asking Bella, my crush, to marry me.
Everything was planned, dotting all my I’s and crossing ll my T’s. The flowers, roses, irises, and carnations, were arranged in hearts with Bella’s name in the middle.
Balloons filled the hall, like trees line a forest. All I needed now was for Bella to walk through the door. My heart was racing, as I heard her approaching, nearing the hall door.
As the huge hall’s portal opened, Bella smiled with a large grin. She saw all the decorations, and from across the room, she watched as U mouthed the words I Love You.
I walked towards her, Got on one knee, and showed her the ring. Then, I heard what sounded like a gunshot.
I immediately awoke to the sound of my neighbor having his roof repaired. The gunshots, were actually sounds from the hammers that exploded like gongs being stricken by huge Chinese hammers.
I was asleep no more, the hammers, continually banging, woke me out of a sound sleep, thus murdering my dream.
I tried and tried to return to the dream, but without success. Finally, I got up, went to the kitchen, poured myself a strong one, and started my day. Ugh!!!