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!!!!!
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.
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.
Hi everyone. Several people have written me in a Dear Sooz letter about porn. Certainly some people LOVE porn, and some don’t. Here are MY thoughts on this subject.
I believe porn can be a GOOD thing, especially if the two people are both into it. Many times, it stimulates the sexual juices, which can ultimately be a GREAT stimulant to your sex lives.
Again, BOTH parties have to enjoy the porn. If it is just one sided, this could be detrimental to a relationship. As an example, the more someone watches porn, the more they become interested in what the videos are showing, and forget that these are NOT real life or how relationships really work.
Many times, men can become addicted, (as I’m sure women can also), which may leave either party with the WRONG idea and may decrease their sex lives.
Porn is good on a limited basis and can really spice up your sex lives. In MY opinion, there is NOTHING wrong with porn if used correctly. Actually, I love porn, but then again, that’s ME.
Use it responsibly and get those hormones raging, just be responsible. Enjoy, and have a great day.
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.
I use you each and every day and I don’t understand why you give me prompts for writing that suggest- Sex, Master Slave, and Masturbation. Yes, while it is true that I occasionally talk about Sex and Masturbation, I hardly EVER discusses my Master Slave proclivities.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t MIND talking about Master slave situations, it’s just that I don’t write about it that often to have my writing suggestions use this subject. I would much rather have my suggestions include Just Ask Sooz, or perhaps Sooz’s Fractured Fairy Tales.
Hell, even those stories about getting drunk or having drunken sex would be better. Preferably, the best suggestions would be about-Rainbows, Unicorns, and World Peace. OK, look, I would probably sprinkle these subjects with Sex, Masturbation, and perhaps Master Slave proclivities, BUT, I would much rather see the above in print as suggestions.
I am finished bitching now, I realize you are just doing your due diligence when it comes to offering suggestions for all your writers. I promise to play nice from now on and will just take your suggestions as written. I humbly apologize for being a sexy depraved woman, who loves engaging in continuous masturbation, and will write more about my sexual Master Slave occurrences to live up to my suggestive matter.
P.S. My hands are in my pants as we speak… FU!!!!
Why does this sort of thing always happen to me? Hi, my name is Allison Crossfire; I am a Psychiatrist and sex therapist for the County of Los Angeles.
For years now, it has been my job to treat those who have a problem with sexual deficiencies. I love my job, ever since I was a little girl I have always seen myself as helping those that are in need.
You see, I MYSELF am one of those folks who was born with an over-stimulated sex drive. For years, I struggled with the needs and urges of my sexual beast, in truth, I still do.
She was my patient, her name was Camille and she also suffered from the same demons as I do on a daily basis. My colleagues all said NOT to treat her as I may fall into the transference trap, and Not be able to help her.
Fifteen years on the job told me differently, so I welcomed Camille and explained what we would do in therapy. She was a beautiful woman, 32 years old, married to her husband for 6 years, but she could never be fully satisfied sexually.
Oh sure, she could achieve orgasm over and over, but once satisfied, the feelings of raw sexuality crept back into her loins like those of a tiger just waiting to pounce on its prey.
Hoping to help ease her concerns, I explained my OWN demons, and what I had found was necessary to rein them in. She explained that she loved her husband, but that he just didn’t understand her and often rejected her advances when she needed him the most.
I told her that was very common and that she should sit him down and explain about her desires and needs. After all, this was going to have to be a two way street if it had any hope of working.
For weeks I saw her, and it was always the same thing, NOT ENOUGH SEX. The more she spoke, I found myself becoming more and more attracted to this beauty. I realized that my feelings should have been strictly clinical, but my pussy didn’t agree, the more she spoke about sex, the hornier I would get. Looking into her eyes during the sessions, I KNEW she felt it too. I needed to walk away, but my body said otherwise.
The last session with her was my Waterloo. She came dressed in a see through blouse which showed off her voluptuous upturned breasts. Her skirt was short enough to show her wearing a thong when she sat down, which made my pulse started to race like a woman who just finished a marathon. I WANTED her.
She started to speak and I just had to jump in, “Camille, are you as turned on right now as I am”, I asked. She responded by leaning in, placing her lips over mine and gently kissed them.
My pussy went into overdrive as it felt as though I had wet my pants. She took my hand and placed it on her breast, and said, “Would you like to suckle me?” I just nodded, unbuttoned that blouse, removed her bra, and placed my hot lips over her nipples sucking them like wild abandon.
She started to moan as I gently bit her nipples, and then sucked again. Another delicious moan arose as I removed her skirt and brought her to the floor. She was mine now, patient or no patient; she was finally going to get the sex she so badly needed.
I went from her head to her toes, stroking her, and licking her till she nearly came from her pleasure. I was obsessed, SHE was obsessed and no-one could break us apart until we had each been satisfied from the beast’s lust.
Licking a woman’s pussy has always been a favorite of mine, the smell of sex, the taste, and watching and listening to the moans of pleasure. Around her clit I went, up and down, then slowly and lovingly entered my tongue into her love cavity as she did mine.
We were insane, but we were ALIVE with lust’s pleasure and there was NO word for stop. In and out went my tongue until I felt her tense, and then scream with ecstatic pleasure. I could no longer contain my composure and also screamed out like a banshee in the night. We were alone, and the night was quiet once again.
Was I wrong for pursuing this, YES; in fact I gave up my practice the next day and moved away. The pain I had caused this young woman was MY fault, yet, the pleasure was also something we would both never forget.
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.
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 until 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.”