Rubbing her clit gently while she's asleep so you can get her just wet enough to slowly insert your cock inside her and use her while she probably thinks she's having a wet dream
I think itās hot to feel helpless. After they cum inside your pussy with their cock and pull out, you feel helpless and have to just lay there feeling conquered. So fucking hot.
Intox date where you go out to brunch, your partner packs a 0.35 or even 0.5L bottle of liquor and a shot glass and mixer/chaser in your backpack and sends you off to the bathroom in the Restaurant, telling you to come back only once youve emptied the bottle completely. 10 minutes later you come out of the bathroom, your belly hot from the inside, face flushed, you really pushed yourself but you did what they asked.
Your foods at the table and they ordered you a margarita and a big bottle of water.
They have a lot of fun watching the booze work its way into your system during the time you spend there, getting more flushed, hazy, starting to slur and giggle more and more as it hits you pretty much all at once till youre obviously wasted, hiccuping and barely able to keep yourself steady in your seat, while you sloppily reach for your margarita.
Still thinking about this. First off i love drinking too much too fast and feeling the booze hit you like a brick wall unable to act normal suddenly.
The thrill of getting yourself drunk at someone elses command in a public space.
Having to try to act normal and pretend to be sober so you dont get asked to leave the Restaurant despite the fact that youre so wasted you can barely sit upright nevermind speak a proper sentence.
The fact that instead of stopping there they order you another drink and youll probably have passed out before youre even at home.
i miss being scared while i'm getting fucked... the times when i didn't know the person before they got inside my pussy and slid their hands up my chest and been surprised to find my chest flat, and i was scared they'd gay panic and beat me up. getting a hand around my throat and not knowing what i'll have to do to be allowed to breathe. having a cock shoved in my ass and screaming in pain but they just keep fucking because they don't care how i feel. being hit and bitten too hard and crying and tightening around his dick, and him groaning in pleasure and raping me harder
They should invent classical music with titles that are easy to remember. Why does it have to be like concerto number 27 in E minor I want to know if it's the one that blasts my dick off or not
I come home from work to find you with a drink ready for me. I raise an eyebrow.
āYouāve had a long day,ā you explain. āI just want to help you relax.ā
So I take the drink and sip it slowly over the next hour or so. Youāre right; it does help.
Your buddies come over, and the beer starts flowing. Iām usually a one-drink kind of a girl, though, and beer isnāt really my drink of choice, so I donāt take any. Might as well save it for the guys.
So instead, you fix me another cocktail. This time, I raise both eyebrows.
āItās been a hard week,ā you say, āwith that project and all those reports. You deserve it.ā
I take the drink, not really planning on taking more than a few sips, but I start chatting with your friends, and before I know it, the drink is gone.
Soon, you appear with another. I shake my head; two is more than enough.
āYouāve been wound so tight lately,ā you say, placing the drink near me despite my protests. "Relax!"
And the next thing I know, Iām sipping it (slowly, I promise!) while laughing with the boys.
My clothes are starting to feel uncomfortable, so I duck into the bedroom to take off my bra and change into sweatpants and a nice, comfy shirt. Much better.
I return and slide right back into the conversation and my drink; itās as if I never left. I pout when I raise my glass to my lips only to find that itās empty. But youāre right at my elbow, ready to grab me a refill.
āI dunnoā¦ā I say, my tongue starting to grow clumsy.
āYou can have another,ā you tell me. āYouāre not drunk yet.ā
What the hell. I might as well go all the way. It is the weekend, after all, and Iām feeling good. You take my glass and soon return with it nice and full.
I keep laughing and drinking. Your friends are so funny and cool. Iām feeling dizzy, so I lean up against you, and you put your arm around me. This is nice.
Suddenly, you bend down and whisper in my ear. āWhy donāt you give the boys a show?ā
I blush and shake my head. No way. Youāve talked before about how hot it would be for me to show off my tits, and sure, itās fun to talk about, but to actually do it?
I pick up my drink for another sip. It seems fuller than I remember, but I guess I wasnāt paying attention.
We laugh and chat some more, and then youāre whispering into my ear again. āCome on, baby. I know theyāll love it.ā
I can feel my resolve crumble as all the reasons why I shouldnāt fade into the background. Wellā¦ok.
It takes me a minute to remember how to sit up, and once I do, I hook my fingers underneath the hem of my shirt and pull up.
The sight is met with appreciative cheers and applause. I blush again, this time from the sudden ache between my legs and the feeling of my nipples hardening in the cool air. You helpfully pull the shirt up over my head and toss it out of the way, and I forget that Iād meant to pull it back down. I lean back into you, smiling shyly from all the attention.
Your friends are so nice. They have so many nice things to say about my tits. How big they are, how nicely they sway, how deep my cleavage is, how cute my nipples are. One friend tells me I could be a pornstar, and I laugh. Me, a pornstar? Unlikelyā¦but undeniably hot.
We go back to drinking and talking. Iāve lost track of how many drinks Iāve had, but thatās ok; I trust you to take good care of me. I appreciate the way the conversation has moved on from my tits, save a few more compliments thrown in here and there. Of course, everyoneās staring at them, but what do you expect?
You lean over to whisper again. āLook at how happy youāve made everyone.ā
I look around. There is a tent in every crotch around the room. I canāt help but feel some pride knowing that I did that.
āThey would give so much to be able to touch you right now,ā you say, and I can feel a certain wetness begin to gather between my legs.
You kiss me long and deep. āLie back,ā you say. By now Iām so dizzy that I canāt tell if youāre pushing me back or if Iām doing it on my own. The room goes quiet as you unzip your pants.
āHold your tits together, nice and tight,ā you say, stroking your rock-hard cock. Then you straddle me and slide that cock between my tits.
I moan. Weāve never titty-fucked beforeāIāve always said no because it always seemed so degradingābut this so so hot, especially in front of all your friends. I watch as your bulbous tip plays peek-a-boo on my chest, wishing it would come close enough that I could give it a kiss.
Your dick starts to leak as you speed up, and I know that means youāre close. I wonder if youāre gonna go all the way. Will you cum on my face? My hair? My chest? Or will you stop before you cum in front of all your friends?
Iām a little disappointed when you pull away with a shudder. Your prick juts out lewdly at your friends as you turn toward them. āDoes anybody else want a turn?ā
I look over. Everyoneās got one hand in the air and the other on their dick, jerking off to the sight of your cock in between my titties. I shiver in arousal.
Your friends all crowd around. Hands dance over my body, stroking and rubbing. One friend takes your place fucking my tits. It's so hot, having someone else's cock on my body, knowing you're watching.
I feel something warm and hard probing at my entrance. I'm not sure when my sweatpants came off. I moan loudly as it enters me. Even this drunk, I can feel that it's not you, and somehow, that makes it hotter.
I'm so lost in pleasure that I almost don't notice the third cock pressing against my lips. I swallow it up eagerly.
It isn't long before the dick in my tits is cumming, exploding all over my chest and tits. The dick in my mouth keeps me from getting much of a look, and the pleasure in my cunt soon makes me forget about it entirely.
Next up is the dick in my cunt. He pulls out and strokes himself until his dick begins to twitch, shooting ropes of cum all over my belly to match what's on my chest. My body is so sensitive now that the feeling of that hot, sticky spunk landing on my skin makes me twitch and spasm in pleasure. That cock is quickly replaced by fingers on my clit, rubbing and rubbing so deliciously.
And then it's time for the dick in my mouth. He pulls out, too, and begins to stroke himself. I reach out to help, but my vision is so fuzzy and my muscles so loose that I can't seem to find it. He increases his speed and starts to spurt, aiming himself at me so that his cum paints my face. It feels like I'm being showered with hot, sticky confetti in celebration of getting these men off.
You've been watching this entire time, stroking your rock-hard dick. You come over to me and drink in the sight of my drunken, cum-covered body laid out helplessly on our couch, writhing and squirming thanks to the expert fingers on my clit.
That's more than enough to put you over the edge, and the next thing I know, you're shooting thick ropes of cum all over my tits and belly, covering the cum that's already there and claiming me as your own.
The pleasure building in my pussy finally bursts and washes over me from head to toe like water gushing from a dam. My audience is all but forgotten as my body shudders and shakes, wails tearing through my throat as I'm utterly consumed with intense pleasure.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity to my drunken mind, that pleasure subsides, leaving me sensitive and completely wrung-out.
"Give the lady some air," I hear your voice say, and I feel the space around me open up as your friends step away. You bend over me and stroke my cum-splattered face. "How was that, baby?"
I smile up at you, dizzy and adoring, too drunk and fucked-out for form the words for an answer. But the look on my face is all the answer you need.
I'm not quite sure what happens next, but soon your friends are gone and you're helping me to the bathroom to wash up. My muscles are weak and limp, and I feel like a ragdoll in your arms. You sit me down on the toilet, taking care to make sure I won't slide off, and prepare a warm, wet washcloth to gently run over my skin.
"That was..." I slur, trying to wade through my pleasure-swamped brain to find where I keep words. "That was..."
You smile at me. "Mmhmm," you agree.
I sway back and forth, squinting as I try to get the gummed-up gears in my mind going again. "You...you..."
"I did," you admit.
I zone out for a moment, the alcohol taking over, but then I blink and try again. "You..."
You run the washcloth over my sensitive bud, and my whole body jolts. You become even gentler as you finish cleaning me up, taking so much care around my poor, abused pussy to keep from overstimulating me. I almost wish you'd be a little less gentle.
"You'll need a good shower," you say, rinsing the cloth in the sink, "but this is a good start."
I reach out a hand, bracing myself against the wall as if I'm going to stand up. You turn towards me, a curious look on your face, like you want to see what I'm going to do.
And I do stand up, my legs shaky and uncoordinated, and stumble over to you, throwing my arms around your neck and pressing my body into yours as I practically fall into you. It's an awkward position, as I've gotten you from the back so you can't so much as wrap an arm around me to make sure I don't fall.
"I should......I should...show m'tits to y'r friends more...more often..." I slur, nuzzling into your neck.
You turn around, careful not to let me fall, and give me a long, deep kiss. "I'm sure they would love that."
I giggle, slow and lazy, sluggish from the alcohol. You wrap your arm around me and help me to our room.
"I think..." I squint, trying to remember the words for what I'm trying to say. "I think I...I think I had too many...too many drinks."
You press a kiss to my temple. "No, baby. There's no such thing as too many drinks."
I laugh again as you lay me down in our bed. After a moment, you curl up next to me, just as naked as I am, and together, we drift off to sleep.
So last night he got me drunk enough that I struggled to remember him fucking me :) donāt have work tomorrow so the goal tonight is to get me so drunk I canāt remember at all <3
Going to a party and finding yourself drunk in someoneās arms, leaning against them for support, the room spinning, one of their hands on your pussy and the other on your tits and a bottle periodically held to your lips.
It would be fun to have a sub who didnāt like drinking, one who could be easily punished by getting drunk.
Maybe she is just inexperienced with alcohol. Sheād tried it in high school a few times and didnāt really like it. She was always judgmental of the girls who got too drunk at parties, she thought she was better than that.
When you started dating her you realized right away what a perfect little submissive she was. She loved to be used, dressed up like a pretty little thing. She liked following orders, but sometimes she was a little too bratty for her own good.
At first you tried spanking her, but she liked that too much, it just made her misbehave more. You were having a beer one night, and she wouldnāt stop whining for attention, interrupting the movie you were watching. You handed her your beer, and told her to drink, and she did it without question. You liked watching that. She grimaced at the taste of it, she really didnāt like beer, and you laughed.
It was enough that you could tell she felt it, just a little. She wasnāt used to drinking after all, and she drank it fast. You liked that, and went to the kitchen to get a bottle.
You could tell by the way she squirmed that she was excited by it, even though she was nervous. You poured her a shot, and ordered her to drink it. She refused at first, but you knew she was teasing you, and so for every time she didnāt obey orders you poured another shot for her. Finally, she relented, and with a huffy whine she drank the first shot. You laughed at her again as her face twisted at the taste. But she downed each shot like a good girl, and within a few minutes she was a drunk mess. The alcohol soaking into her brain, leaving her swaying in her seat.
āDo you feel better now?ā You asked her, taking her chin in your hand. Her eyes were unfocused, and she hiccuped once before pushing your hand away.
āI donāt have to do what you say,ā she said, in her most petulant tone. You grinned at the challenge, and pressed the bottle to her lips. You didnāt even have to give the order, she lifted the bottle and drank, swallowing as much of the liquor as she could, almost emptying it. She started to put it down, but you stopped her with one hand, and she obeyed, her eyes widening slightly with realization and she kept drinking, finishing the bottle.
There was a slight fear in her eyes, and you knew she was thinking about how much alcohol she had just consumed, for the first time in her life. She didnāt know what to expect. She put the bottle down unsteadily, nervous, and you told her what a good girl she was, for obeying so well. She smiled at you, as you pulled her into your lap, wrapping your arms around her. You could feel the change in her body when the alcohol hit her, her limbs softening, becoming heavier, and her head lolling back into you.
āOh fuck,ā she barely whispered, voice low, as the feeling of being this drunk soaked into her.
From that night on she knew every misbehavior would get her the same punishment. One shot to start, and if she was still a bad girl the bottle straight, chugging until you allowed her to stop.
Omg I was in the middle of writing an ask last night but it didnāt save so here we go I may have gotten distracted my my new toy and letting strangers control it
Sooooo basically the other night I went to a guys house and got SUUUUPER wasted. Just drink after drink after cone after drink kinda wasted. So weāre smoking in the bathroom and his friends leave to have a cig outside (idk man) I remember having a cone and laying on the floor, we started making out, well it was more him kissing me while I was off in my own world
He was fiddling with my skort but couldnāt be bothered with the zipper so he just pulled the shorts and my panties to the side and ate me out. I couldnāt keep my eyes open but was able to move little bits at a time so I just opened my legs more and tried to caress him but my arms were so heavy it was more of a weak wave before crashing back down.
Itās all so fuzzy but I remember us kinda 69ing like he was eating me out and grinding on my face while I nuzzled into his bulge. Every so often heād lift my back off the ground to kiss me and gently lower me back down to keep fingering me. Ik at one point I was bent over the bathtub and I donāt even remember how I got there or how I held myself up but it felt so good.
While I was laying down I just kept moving my head around because every movement felt like I was on a roller coaster.
I still canāt believe how safe and taken care of I felt. At one point I thought to myself āshit, could I even say no if I wanted to?ā And even in that state I knew even if I just mumbled stop Iād be taken care of and it felt so nice to give up control like that again.
Iām very excited for us to hang out 1 on 1. š„°
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This is such an interesting ask to me because Iāve been straight edge my whole life. The idea that people actually do this and it isnāt just movies is completely foreign to me but also hot as hell. Your description is so vivid and dreamy or trace-like, and I want that so bad.
Touching someone through or under their clothes, giving mindless oral while they move around sleepily and push their face between my legs. Just basking in the mindless pleasure of it all and relishing the muted sensations of our bodies. Focused on nothing except exploring them inside and out.
I struggle a lot with hyperawareness (which is part of why Iām sober, in conjunction with addiction in my family), and it sounds so wonderful to just let go and revert to animalistic hedonism.
And you felt safe throughout it all? Simply incredible.
earlier while finishin my vodka i dwcided rather than being sad im going to be cozy, and it was a good choice - ive got half a bottle of wine (had th first half already lmao) a nest of pillows an a buncha blankets and some videogames while i jus.. be drunk an chill tf out. would recdommend
Tying all this with one hand, my other hand is currently holding her thigh, partially because sex but mostly to keep her somewhat sturdy because sheās swaying a lottt right now lolz
Sheās trying to say sexy/flirty things but she keeps hiccuping and burping and giggling, and what she does get out is slurred as shit. Sheās also taking like, 4 seconds to blink, and has that stupid drunk grin stuck on her face, which is really red rn.
I grabbed her face to growl some dominant stuff and she just let it happen, drooled on my hand and everything. Genuinely I donāt know how sheās even conscious right now.
you cut yourself off, bun? That's very responsible of you. Here, have some water.
Vodka?? No. It's water. you're just so far gone everything tastes like liquor. Make sure you drink the whole thing or you'll feel awful in the morning.
you're feeling worse? I'm sure the last few shots you took are just still hitting your system. Here, have another glass of "water".
Hey bun. Whoa. Careful. Let Me hold you up. Let's get you back to your dorm.
Ok, in we go. No, it's definitely your dorm. you're drunk and confused.
Bedtime. Yes, you normally sleep naked. I'll help you get undressed so you don't fall over. I know, I'm a sweet guy.
you're wet, bunny. I think your body knows what it wants. We should listen to it. Shh. I'll take good care of you. Good girl...
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