You like the idea of drugged milk huh?
You thought it was fine. Last time you came over you drank and you had a blast, but you didn’t notice the bottle on my side table huh? A friend recommended them for me, a lot of stress and disproportionate work life balance, so it’s just something to take the edge off and let me chill out and relax long enough for me to sleep with an empty conscience. But the side effects weren’t quite what I expected.
Of course you lift my shirt while we cuddle, at this point it’s muscle memory, and of course I’m not thinking anything of it, I’m leaking for you anyways. As you start to suck, and sip, and indulge to your little heart’s content, I can feel something is off.
Sure, you typically zone out, relax, it’s fine, I do too, but you typically don’t get this relaxed till later, after a little break and the first few times I use that body of yours in return for what I give you. You are spacey, quiet, and a little… happy? No. Content.
The rest of the night I carry out as normal, but notice you are more compliant, your daze is kinda cute, and you are feeling everything I give to you so much more, so I experiment.
The next morning I get a good pump in and put a little milk in your coffee, serving it with your breakfast, and seeing if it happens again, and boy does it. It only dawns on me what happened when you scarf down your breakfast like never before.
So I start doing it when I want, not telling you a thing, and using it for my pleasure and what I want. I want to just watch your stupid brain rot? Come suck me dry. I’m horny but don’t want you talking back? Oh no, I’m leaking, can you fix it? And you stay none the wiser as I drug and fuck you as much as I want.
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