I'd happily take my little girl to the bar. Have her drink to her little heart's desire. Dancing and hanging out with her friends. Getting absolutely sloshed and not having to worry about a potty because I thought ahead and diapered her.
Then I get to enjoy the sight of her attempting to walk home before giving up and asking me to just carry her. Eventually we get home and I casually toss her into the bed. At this point she's barely aware of anything but I am still entirely sober. After having fondled her diapered ass for the past couple of blocks I am more than ready to have my own fun tonight. And have fun I will. Over and over again.
Sweet but perverted son who is soo excited for Mother’s Day!
He takes his mother wine tasting. Very classy, very appropriate for a mom. He takes her to the local wine town, the wineries in the surrounding area all have tasting rooms there, so there’s at least a dozen spots to taste wine.
Son has no limit to his budget. His Mommy can go to as many of those spots as she wants. He doesn’t tell her that, he just starts at one and acts like he has a plan to go to a few. Mommy follows along because she is so happy her baby boy planned this for her <3
Technically the tasting room brings them a cup to spit wine into after they taste it. Son uses it, but he knows his Mommy is too greedy and loves wine too much. After all it’s not against the rules or even rude to drink—and the pours are so tiny! Son supports his Mommy’s reasoning enthusiastically and she drinks every tiny pour she is brought.
Each tasting room brings them about half a dozen tastes to drink—a glass or two in volume, since they’re so small. After the first four room, Mommy is giggling and rosy and tells her baby boy she might have had enough—but she can’t resist when he asks if she’s sure and makes big sweet puppy eyes at her. He’s her baby and he planned this for her!
Six tasting rooms deep and it is starting to show. Son picked Mommy’s dress for today and of course he picked something low cut that she can’t wear a bra with. The neckline is only getting lower as she gets drunker and forgets to adjust the it, failing to notice how much jiggling cleavage she’s showing off. Son is watching greedily. Mommy stumbles on her way to the next room and says something again about maybe being done, struggling to put her words together with her wine numb tongue. Once again her son’s sweet face wins her over and she agrees to keep going—he planned so much for her!
Eight tasting rooms deep and mommy is flushed and struggling to stand up straight. The tops of her areolas are showing over her neckline. She’s leaning on her son and giggling. Finally, he agrees she’s had enough tasting and takes her out to dinner.
They get seated and mommy is so wine drunk her eyes are having a hard time focusing. She tries to read the menu and slurs her words as she tries to read them out load to herself since she can’t seem to keep words in her head. Her baby boy promises to take care of it.
Dinner isn’t a reason to stop drinking, of course. It’s a multi course meal and supposedly they’ve learned so much about wine today that baby boy just has to order a new wine with every course (providing consistent tips to the waiter so Mommy won’t get cut off). He urges his Mommy to finish her glass before each new course, swapping his glass for hers when she’s mostly finished hers. Either she doesn’t notice, or she doesn’t care, happily guzzling down wine at his prodding.
They’re pressed up together in a corner booth and baby boy starts running his hands over her thighs, pulling her skirt shorter and shorter to match her lower and lower neckline. Mommy is so wasted she can’t keep her hands to herself, touching her son’s pretty little cock over his pants, feeling how hard he is for her. Mommy isn’t wearing panties either, of course. By the end of the meal, baby boy is sliding his fingers into his mommy’s wet slit, sliding over her clit as she moans and chugs her second glass of dessert wine—and the waiters are watching from the corner.
Once the bill is paid, mommy has to almost be carried out of the restaurant. She’s draped over her son, blabbing gibberish, feet barely meeting the ground. Her baby boy only makes it a couple of blocks before he pulls her into a dark alley. He can’t resist anymore. He pulls her dress down the last inch so his mommy’s tits are out. Mommy responds by moaning and clumsily grabbing her own tits. Her sweet angelic baby boy quickly pulls his cock out and then holds her up from behind, pulling her skirt up so he can rut into his mommy’s soft wet cunt as her tits bounce.
Wasted drunk mommy gets bred by her beloved cute caring son in public with drool coming out of her mouth and her tits bouncing for anyone walking by to see <3
Sick of this joke of a country? Dreading others celebrating it? Bitch me too, let’s drink.
This year for the 4th of July, I will be replacing a celebration of an imperialist country that wants my family and friends dead with a celebration of anti-American perversion and hedonism.
I plan to buy a 30 rack of Modelo (my favorite beer; but bonus points for being Mexican beer in this case) and attempt to drink 25 beers in one day: one for each decade this place has existed. It seems appropriate to stay proportionate to the length of time this country has been causing pain.
I’ll be dressing up as a cute trashy trucker bunny, putting on my biggest push up bra, and posting pics and updates throughout the day. If you love horny beer chugging trailer trash, you won’t want to miss it. But 25 beers is a LOT of beer, so I need some accountability and assistance from all of you:
Every note on this post will be a sip of beer, of course, but I’m gonna make those sips stack. Every time I open a new beer, I’ll take a sip for every note I got since I opened the last one—even if I already took a sip during the last beer. So notes given while I’m actively drinking will double count.
I will be answering asks! Each ask will count for 5 notes/sips. Pro tip: if you want to ask something horny, I’m more likely to answer anons than randos I haven’t talked to before.
If you want to challenge me to chug a certain amount or otherwise make suggestions or requests, I will be open to them and posting proof of any I do.
Every beer I finish, in addition to an update, I’ll post a real life intox experience for your reading pleasure.
Every five beers I will try and improv a longer intox story. Of course, I’ll be writing the first one five beers deep…
I really hope you skip Fourth of July and celebrate with me instead. We can trash talk or just enjoy being incoherent enough to forget for a while. Or just come spectate me actively being trash as hard as I can.
Queen who marries a prince with a huuuuuuuuge cock, and boy, does he know how to use it. But she's so afraid that she won't be able to take it that she always has a few drinks before they fuck to help her body relaaaaaaaaaax...and he fucks her so good that of course she's never gonna say no if he wants to go a few rounds in bed. So he starts asking to have sex more and more, so naturally she's drinking more and more, until suddenly the next thing you know, she's an alcoholic intox slut who drinks all day so she can always be ready for her man. Who, meanwhile, is off running her kingdom without her help or input because she's too busy swaying over there in the corner. But of course, he makes sure to fuck her a couple of times a day because she's ready and willing, and who is he to deny his wife her pleasure?
It starts on their wedding night; she gets drunk as fuck at the reception because it’s an arranged marriage and she’s never met him before and she’s scared as hell. Afterwards, in their room, he proves to be nice, kind even, and so good in bed. But my, he’s so big! the queen is glad for all those drinks she had, otherwise she doesn’t think she ever could have taken him.
They don’t have the chance to have sex again for at least a week. When they finally get a break in their schedule, she breaks out the liquor to help the both of them relax and ~get in the mood~. And the sex is amazing once again, leaving her already dreaming of next time.
The next time, she’s caught off guard. They’ve both had a busy day doing monarch stuff—meeting with ministers, attending meetings, signing proposals, etc. etc. he suggests they have a little fun before they retire for the night, and she, panicking, admits that, as much as she loves to fuck him, she’s afraid to try without that bit of help. So he rings for a bottle of hard liquor and a glass, and she chugs a bunch, and in twenty minutes, she’s ready to go, the rest of the alcohol hitting as they fuck, which is divine. He promises to give her more of a heads up in the future.
And he does. They develop a signal, a discreet sign he can give her if he thinks he’s gonna be in the mood later that day, so she can prepare with a couple of glasses of wine or a cocktail or two. These signals come at all times of the day, and she’ll always start drinking as soon as she gets them. He doesn’t always end up fucking her if something comes up, but he always intends to. Of course, with the queen being impaired so much of the time, he starts taking on more and more responsibility—it’s only fair, after all.
At some point, she starts drinking without getting his signal. It sort of becomes her own signal that she’s feeling horny and she wants to be fucked. He obliges, of course; in fact, the way his face lights up the first time, you’d have thought he’d just been told he was being crowned king. And with that kind of positive reinforcement, she’s only encouraged to do it more, and between her signals and his, she’s soon drinking nearly all of the time.
His favorite, the prince thinks, is when she starts drinking out of habit rather than arousal and is surprised when he takes her up to their bed. She’s glad, of course, when she finally realizes what he’s about to do, and why, but the depravity! His dear, intelligent wife, his queen, made so thoroughly stupid from the habit of getting drunk that she didn’t even realize what she was doing!
But usually, she drinks when she wants a good fucking, waiting patiently in the royal court for her prince to find a moment to tear himself from his duties and give her just that. And since he’s had to take on more and more responsibility, he now has less and less opportunity to tear himself away. But no matter; she knows he’ll always fuck her sooner or later, and so she patiently waits, passing the time with a glass of wine or a martini or one of those fruity things she can never remember the name of. And eventually, he comes over and smiles at her with that charming smile of his and says, “Shall we?” and he helps her upstairs, giggling and swaying, so he can...well, not quite fuck her brains out, since she doesn't really have any anymore, but you get the idea.
What if we were at a house party and you pulled me into the bathroom every hour or so to fuck my brains out while you keep refilling my drink so I get drunker and drunker until the end of the night when I'm so far gone on alcohol and orgasms that the only thing I still know how to do is seek out your body so that I can cum again
Encourage me to drink a bottle of wine or two before we leave the house. Let my tits fall out of my shirt on the bus. Give me a flask to nurse so I don’t notice. Fondle and show me off in public while I giggle and sway
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Category: f/f
Summary: The morning after; the fun isn't over yet.
Kinks/warnings/what you’ll find inside: intox, accidental intox, cnc, corruption, age gap, morning after
Author's Note: None :)
When I woke up the next morning, the first thought that came into my head was that I was still drunk. My thoughts were slow, my head was spinning, and I was pretty sure that I wouldn't be able to walk a straight line if I tried.
The second thought that came into my head was that I was naked, and the third was that I was in a strange bed. The fourth, oddly enough, was that I didn't really care about either of those two things, which was probably due to thought #1, the fact that I was still drunk.
"Good morning, sweet girl," said a familiar voice, giving me a sweet peck on the lips. "How are you feeling?"
"Good," I giggled. "Still drunk."
Jessica laughed. "I'm not surprised, with all those cocktails you had last night."
I giggled again. "You're the one who gave them to me!"
"I'm not denying it," she said. "Would you like another one with breakfast?"
Another thought occurred to me. By this point, I'd lost count of how many I'd had this morning, but I was pretty sure it wasn't more than six. "Wasn't I supposed to sober up here last night?"
"That was last night," Jessica said.
"Oh," I said. I knew I shouldn't have another drink, but I couldn't quite remember why I shouldn't. "Well, in that case..."
"Good," Jessica said, clearly pleased. That made me happy. "What do you like?"
"Umm..." I tried to think, but there wasn't a whole lot getting through my brain just then.
Jessica laughed. "Well, you seemed to like last night's cocktails well enough. I'll go based on that."
"Ok!" I said. They were really good cocktails.
Jessica climbed out of bed, telling me where I could find a spare set of toiletries as she went. I stumbled over to the bathroom and freshened up for the day. I spent a few extra seconds admiring my naked body in the mirror--you could still see the evidence of last night's debauchery if you knew where to look. It was hot.
I wasn't quite sure what happened to my clothes, so I entered the kitchen naked. Jessica was wearing a gorgeously sexy fur-trimmed robe made out of some sort of transparent material, which was somehow even hotter than seeing her naked. Which reminded me...
"I still owe you," I said as I sat down at the table.
"Hm? For what?" Jessica said, measuring out ingredients into a pitcher.
"Last night," I said. "I came..." I tried to count. "Uh...a whole lot of times. And you only came...less. Fewer."
Jessica smiled, stirring the pitcher. "I'm glad you had a good night," she said. She poured. "I did, too."
"And you should have an even better morning," I said, taking the finished drink from her. I took a big sip. It was good.
Jessica laughed and sat down across from me. "Somehow, I have a feeling that I'm about to have a fantastic morning."
"Good," I stopped sipping long enough to say. Then I stared at my half-finished drink, hit with an odd moment of clarity. "Fuck!"
"What?" Jessica said innocently.
"I'm supposed to be sobering up, not getting drunk all over again!" I said.
Jessica shrugged. "Oh, well. It's too late now."
I stared at the drink and thought about all the things I had been planning on getting done that day. Then I thought about how good it had felt last night to be totally, completely hammered as Jessica played my body like a virtuoso. I thought about the fact that I was naked, I didn't know where my clothes were, and how I wasn't sure how I was getting home. And then I thought about how I was already halfway through this very boozy drink.
"Oh, well," I agreed and drained the glass. Across from me, Jessica smiled and poured me another drink.
I sipped that one while she made us breakfast. By the time it was ready, I was swaying in my seat, a dopey smile on my face. It didn't get much better than this--wasted at whatever-the-fuck-o'clock in the morning sitting across from a gorgeous woman who had already fucked my brains out the night before.
After breakfast, I followed Jessica back into her bedroom, holding onto the walls so I wouldn't fall over. Jessica turned and wrapped her arms around me as she kissed me, long and sweet. I kissed her back, feelings of giddy happiness bubbling in my stomach. Then she pushed me back onto the bed and leaned down towards my pussy.
"Wait!" I said, desperately trying to keep my head tethered to my body as the room continued to spin.
"What's wrong?" Jessica asked.
"It's your turn," I said.
Jessica laughed, and I was so drunk that I laughed, too. "I think you're a bit too drunk to be doing much of anything right now except lie back and enjoy."
"No," I insisted, struggling to sit up. "Lie back on the bed."
"Ok," Jessica acquiesced, clearly amused.
I managed to switch spots with her and buried my face in her pussy. It was even better than I remembered. I licked up and down, circling my tongue around her clit before sucking it into my mouth. Soon Jessica was writhing and moaning under my touch. I inserted a finger into her dripping pussy, and I swear, she nearly came then and there. She reached down and placed a hand on the back of my head, silently begging for more as she pressed my face into her cunt. I was only too happy to oblige. I continued to lick and suck and inserted a second finger. It wasn't long before her hips were bucking against me.
"Oh..." she moaned, so softly and sweetly as she came down from her orgasm. I grinned at her.
"You're so good," she said, bending down and kissing me on the lips. I kissed her right back. She could have asked me for anything in that moment, and I would have done all I could to give it to her.
"Now lie back," she instructed, and I did. The world had stopped spinning while I was eating Jessica's pussy, or at least I had been too focused on my task to notice it. Now the spinning resumed, sending my head soaring high in the sky.
Jessica stuck out her tongue and dragged it along my pussy from hole to clit. Then she dropped a series of kisses in the seam where my leg met my cunt before dragging her tongue along my pussy again. After that, she dropped another series of kisses in the seam where my other leg met my cunt. By the time she got back to my pussy, I could feel my juices dripping onto the bedspread.
"So wet for me," she whispered, and then she stuck her entire tongue into my hole. My eyes rolled back into my head with the pleasure. Then she dragged her tongue up along my pussy and circled around my clit. Just when I thought I couldn't take the teasing anymore, she sucked my clit into her mouth, pressing her tongue up against it, and I came right then and there.
But Jessica wasn't done yet. She continued to suck until my hips stopped writhing and my pussy stopped gushing, and then she pulled back and replaced her beautiful mouth with two fingers straight into my pussy. I couldn't find the words to tell her to stop, to beg her to give me another chance to please her. My entire vocabulary had been wiped clean from my mind, replaced with moans and whimpers that told Jessica more than my words ever could.
Jessica pumped her fingers in and out of my wanting pussy, slow and steady. I began rocking my hips in time with her rhythm, meeting her fingers with every thrust in a beautiful dance. A whine escaped from the back of my throat--I wanted more. And Jessica gave me more. She slipped in a third finger, and I couldn't help but increase my speed. Jessica kept up with my new rhythm, and then, just when I thought the pleasure couldn't get any greater, she curled her fingers inward, hitting square on my g-spot. And then I came.
I came so hard that I saw stars. Looking back, I can only hope that Jessica had invested in good soundproofing, because I could hear the echo of my moans even once my orgasm finally abated. I lay on her bed, panting heavily and covered in my own sweat and juices.
"Fuck," Jessica said, coming onto the bed. "That was incredible." Then she kissed me, another long, sensuous kiss that I never wanted to end. But end it did, and before I could suggest another activity, Jessica had latched on to my breast.
"Wait--but--nnnnh--" I said, trying to protest, trying to remind her that it was my turn to make her feel good, but her lips on my tit were too distracting.
Jessica reached out and grabbed something she had put on the bed. A small, silver cylinder. Still sucking my nipple, she gave the cylinder a twist and rested it on the inside of my thigh.
I couldn't help but twitch. It was a vibrator. Fuck, I didn't think I could handle that kind of stimulation right now.
But Jessica kept it on my thigh, running it up and down, coating it in the juices that were dripping down my leg. Soon, my clitoris came back to life, silently begging Jessica to move the attention to it.
Jessica dragged the vibrator to my entrance, circling it teasingly around the hole. And then she dragged it up towards my clit and did the same up there, circling it around my clit.
"Please," I said, my words finally breaking through the thick haze caused by the booze and her lips on my nipple. "Please, give it to me, I'm ready, I can't stand it, please--"
And she did.
Jessica brought the vibrator to my hard, needy clit and held it there. My entire body filled with pleasure. My skin was on fire. Jessica switched her attention to the other nipple, but I hardly noticed. I writhed and squirmed underneath her, unable to hold still amidst such onslaught.
And then she dragged the vibrator back towards my entrance. But she didn't stop there. My eyes widened as she stopped the vibrator at my asshole. Before I could protest or even question what she was doing, I came once again, screaming Jessica's name and babbling praises and thanks until my vision clouded and the world went quiet.
When I came to, I found Jessica standing over me with a grin on her face.
"How was that, sweet pea?" she asked.
I could only moan as I enjoyed the aftershocks of pleasure that still wracked my body.
Jessica disappeared and soon returned with a full glass. I took it and drank thirstily, surprised to find that it wasn't more booze but plain fruit juice.
"Gotta stay hydrated," Jessica said.
Once the juice was gone, I grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her in for a kiss.
I didn't stop kissing her until my vision again grew cloudy, not from the booze, but from the lack of oxygen. I pressed hot and heavy kisses down her neck and chest until I reached her voluptuous breasts. I kissed down her magnificent cleavage, eliciting a shudder. I was not quite drunk enough to sink my face in between her gorgeous tits, so instead I kissed my way to a nipple and pulled it into my mouth. Jessica moaned as I sucked on her sweet tit, flicking her nipple with my tongue. She soon began to press her hands against the back of my head, pulling me closer as I continued to lick and suck. I tried to pull away so that I could give her other beautiful breast some attention, but Jessica held me fast. I increased my speed and Jessica's moans turned to whimpering mewls and then suddenly her body began to convulse, juice gushing out of her pussy. I didn't let go of her glorious nipple until her body stilled.
"Fuck," Jessica breathed, her eyes unfocused. She blinked a few times and then gave me a slow, lazy kiss. "After that," she said when she finally broke the kiss, still catching her breath, "I think I need a drink."
I followed her into the kitchen, feeling more steady on my feet, which meant it was definitely time for a drink. Jessica took out two shot glasses and a bottle and poured.
"Cheers," she said, raising her glass before knocking it back. I did the same. It burned going down, but by that point, I was well used to the sensation. To my surprise, she immediately poured us each a second shot. She raised her glass again and knocked that one back, too.
"Gotta keep the party going, right?" she said.
I drank my shot and gave her a sloppy kiss on the lips in response. She grinned at my reaction and poured herself a third shot, which she knocked back like it was water.
I nearly came right then and there watching this gorgeous woman drink herself stupid right in front of me.
"Come on," she said, taking me by the hand and bringing me back into her bedroom. I could feel the shots start to hit as she laid me back on her bed and handed me a rabbit vibrator.
"I want to see you use this," she said, a wide smile on her face. I could see the shots were beginning to affect her, too.
I spread my legs, exposing my wet, dripping pussy. I didn't even need lube as I sank the toy into my needy hole with a loud moan. I pumped it in and out, making sure that the rabbit ears knocked against my clit with every thrust.
"You have to turn it on, silly," Jessica said.
I knew enough about rabbit vibrators to know that I had a couple of choices. "Where should I start?"
"Wherever you want," Jessica said. She reached over. "This button is for the dildo part, and this one is for the clitty part."
I giggled. "Ok," I said. "I choose...this one!" I hit the button that Jessica had said controlled the dildo, and holy shit. My body froze in sheer pleasure as some sort of beads embedded inside the thing began to move, providing the most delicious stimulation inside my cunt.
"Here," Jessica said. She took my wrist and began to slowly thrust the toy in and out. All I could do was shudder in pleasure.
After a few minutes of that, Jessica said, "And that's not all." She pressed the other button, activating the buzzy vibrations of the rabbit ears. My eyes unfocused, and I was dimly aware that I was seeing double. Jessica crawled over so that she was just behind me and took my wrist in her hand again so that she could thrust the dildo in and out of my desperate, needy cunt, putting her lips to work along my bare neck and shoulder and using her other hand to reach around and play with my nipple. I was in heaven.
I don't know how long we stayed like that. I completely lost track of time. The only things that were real to me was the beautiful woman giving me the greatest sex I'd ever had in my life and the dildo in my hand that she was using to do it. It was like every wet dream I'd ever had rolled into one. It was a tsunami of pleasure, constantly crashing over me in an endless orgasm that wasn't really an orgasm at all. It kept building and building and building. I didn't think it would ever end, and frankly, I didn't want it to. I was ready to spend the rest of eternity in that bed with that perfect woman making me feel more pleasure than I had ever imagined possible. But all good things must come to an end, and soon, the pleasure began to build impossibly higher, sending me up and up and up until I finally crashed over the edge, tumbling into an abyss of impossibly intense pleasure. Jessica ruthlessly held the rabbit against my cunt as my pussy squirted all over the bed, clenching as if trying to milk every last drop of stimulation out of that toy. My back arched and my body shook all over, Jessica never letting up her mouth on my skin or her fingers on my breast, until finally, the pleasure began to recede, and I fell back against the bed, lightheaded and spent. If I had thought my last orgasm was good...well, it was nothing compared to this.
Jessica held me while my limbs trembled and I caught my breath. She pressed perfect kisses into my skin wherever she could reach, a constant reminder that she was there and that, at least for the moment, she was mine.
"Holy shit," I said when I could speak again, my words slurred from, well...everything.
"Holy shit," Jessica agreed, vainly trying to keep the tipsy smile off her face. She kissed my cheek and then giggled. "You look so cute when you cum."
I didn't have much of a response to that, but after a long, long moment trying to get my drunken, fucked-out thoughts together, I managed to come up with one. "You do, too."
Jessica giggled again and snuggled into me. The room was spinning and my head felt as though it were in the clouds. There was no place I'd rather be.
We laid there a long, long time. Sometimes, one of us would make some sort of a slurred comment, sometimes we would drop a kiss on the nearest patch of skin, but mostly we just reveled in that heady mixture of post-orgasmic bliss coupled with drunken haze.
And then Jessica began to move. She rearranged myself until her beautiful, perfect pussy was hovering over my face.
And just as I had last night, I did the only thing that made sense in this situation - I reached out with my tongue and began to eat her out.
My tongue and lips were sloppy and uncoordinated, but Jessica seemed to enjoy them just the same.
And then finally, sometime in the evening, our activities slowed to a stop. We were both laid out on the couch, catching our breath and enjoying the remnants of pleasure echoing in our bodies.
"I guess it's time for you to head back home," Jessica said.
Now that was a really sad thought. I didn't want this to end. But by that point, I'd sobered up enough to know it must. "I guess it is."
Jessica stood up and gathered my clothes from where they remained scattered from last night. I pulled on the tank top and the skirt, then I stared at the bra for a moment before remembering that it goes underneath the shirt, so I had to take that off so I could put it on.
"I don't think I can wear these," I said, holding up my ruined panties.
"Just go without," Jessica said. Then she nudged my forgotten tank top to remind me to put that back on.
I pulled out my phone to start to figure out how I was gonna get home, but it was completely dead.
"Let me call you an Uber," Jessica said. "It's the least I can do after keeping you drunk in my house for almost 24 hours." She pulled out her phone but then seemed to think better of it. "On second thought, I'll drive you home myself. Don't want any horny Uber drivers getting any ideas, what with you still tipsy and going au naturale in that skirt."
The drive home was quiet. I realized halfway there that I hadn't bathed since last night and that I was probably making another mess on Jessica's leather passenger seat. Ah, well.
She pulled up to my apartment and walked me inside to make sure I got there safely.
"I hope to see you again sometime," I said, and I meant it.
Jessica smiled. "I know you will," she said. She gave me one last, long, luscious, sensuous, delectable kiss before turning around to return to her car.
I stumbled into my apartment in a daze, already counting down until I could see her again.
Hellaur, this is some original fiction of my OCs! I've posted about them before but I am too lazy to go find the names I picked out for secondary characters! It shouldn't bother anyone, but eventually I will come edit them to the correct character names, in case you care. Happy Easter!
Intox kink, alcoholism, weed mentions, et cetera.
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It was the night before Easter, and also the night before 420. Brenna knew that she had to be up super early to go with her parents to Easter Sunday service, 7:30am. So when Stella and Cat asked if she would join them for a party, she said she'd stay for a little while.
The party was at a small-ish house with a pool in the back. Not deep, only 3 feet. By 1am, Brenna couldn't remember exactly when she had gotten in the pool. All she knew was that she was in the pool, and there was some kind of freezy pop in her hand. She tipped the slush back into her mouth, shivering as she remembered that it was full of cheap alcohol. Now that it was empty, she wanted another one.
A sultry, “Hey, baby,” hit her ears very slow, as Brenna felt an arm wrap around her, followed by a fat belly and even fatter boobs pressed against her tiny back. Another freezy pop was suddenly in front of her, nice and full, and she didn't even grab it herself before putting her mouth on it. Stella chuckled softly, watching her suckle.
“You still lucid, babe?”
“Mnh,” Brenna said back, gripping the open air a couple of times before her hand finally landed on the slushy pop. Stella continued to hold it and guide it into her mouth, helping her finish the whole thing in one slurp. The warmth of the alcohol hit Brenna's empty stomach immediately, and shot down to her clit.
“Can you feel anything, baby?” She kept her arm around Brenna's waist as she nodded drunkly, leaning forward. “Hey, what time do you have to be awake for church tomorrow?”
Brenna promptly picked her arm up out of the water to check a clock that wasn't there. Even if it was, her eyes were closed. “I hav—HIC--t' be awake by six...”
“That's five hours from now, baby. Maybe you should stop drinking, hm?”
“Yeah, 'fter one more,” she said, heading in a random direction until Stella pulled her back.
“One more sounds good. Come on.” She led the wasted young woman up the stairs of the pool, letting her little frame lean against her. They made their way inside to the kitchen, and Stella poured them each a double shot of rum. Brenna's muscle memory kicked in and she took the shot like a pro before grabbing the rest of the half-full handle, putting it to her lips, and starting one of the most impressive chugs Stella had ever seen. Her nipples got diamond hard as she watched Brenna drain the bottle like it was water. “Wow, babe, that was an impressive one-more.”
Brenna smiled goofily and hiccupped hard, dropping the empty bottle to the floor with a loud clatter. “I think I'sshhhhust one—HIC—more.”
“One more? Okay, last one.” Stella reached across the counter for the tequila, her gargantuan boobs pressing against the tile. She poured another round of double shots. This time, Brenna didn't even wait, and took both shots back to back, grabbing for the bottle again. “Brenna! You have to be up in 5 hours.”
Startled, Brenna's eyes shot open, but quickly settled on Stella's sweating, jiggling boobs. She faceplanted into them, causing Stella to laugh.
“You want to drink it out of my cleavage, baby?”
Brenna nodded and moaned, shoving her face further into Stella's tits and opening her hot, wet little mouth.
Stella began slowly trickling the tequila down the V of her cleavage into Brenna's mouth, until Brenna abruptly dropped to the floor, hiccups echoing through the kitchen.
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Brenna's phone alarm blared in her ear. She felt like minutes ago she was racing against Cat to see who could take 5 Jell-O shots the fastest, and then...she couldn't remember after that.
But she was tucked in, and wearing pajamas, with her hair pulled into a bun away from her face. Her breath tasted nasty, though.
As she opened her eyes to turn off the phone alarm, the blaring bright screen made her squint hard. She was still sort of seeing double, and couldn't make out what the word “Snooze” meant. Five minutes later the alarm went off again, and she suddenly remembered about having to go to church with her family. “Fuck!”
She sat up abruptly, the blood rushing to her head and making her so dizzy she fell right to the floor. In the back of her throat she could still taste the fumes of tequila, vodka, Jaeger, Fireball, and double IPA's. She didn't want to open her eyes, but she'd be in for trouble if she didn't get ready for church.
Next to her phone, she noticed there was a little pink sticky note. The handwriting was Stella's and it was in sparkly gel pen.
“Good morning, sweetheart! Cat and I tucked you into bed around 4:30 this morning <3 Also I got you a dragonfruit refresher from Starbucks. A little treat for church :) Also a little muffin for my little muffin!”
Excited, Brenna looked to her nightstand, where there was indeed a bright fuscia drink with the ice barely melted into it. She excitedly took a long drink, eyes widening as soon as she realized there was a bunch of vodka in it.
Well...at least she'd be avoiding a major hangover. Brenna realized she had woken up still very drunk, and she was just about to get drunker. It was now a race against the clock to get ready for church before it hit her.
Since she hadn't been home at all last night, she didn't pick out her clothes for the morning. Frantically rifling through her closet for her sunflower dress, she realized it was probably in the hamper. Sure enough, it was there. This would be the best dress for today. It wasn't her fanciest one, but it would be comfortable, and the neckline and skirt length would be appropriate to go to church with her family. She rushed to put it on, repeatedly accidentally sticking her head through the arm holes before she got it right. She grabbed new socks from her drawer, and her gold colored flats from the closet. It felt like a logic puzzle trying to put them on, but she did it, rewarding herself with a few nice gulps from the spiked refresher.
She devoured the muffin, knowing she would need the strength to stand upright at least until after church. Easter brunch this year would be at the local breakfast place with both sides of the family there, and Brenna knew it would be a while until she got to eat again. She burped loudly, realizing she tasted weed a little bit. “Oh shit was that an edible?”
“Brenna, we're leaving in 10 minutes!” her mom called, knocking lightly at the door. The knock had a jarring echo to Brenna.
“I'm almost finshed,” she slurred, heart beating faster as she realized how obviously drunk she still was.
She watched her feet as she stepped across the hall to the bathroom to do her hair and makeup. She was only halfway done fixing the first eye when she heard the 3 minutes call from downstairs, and rushed to do the second one. Approaching the stairs, with her drink tightly clutched in one hand, she held the handrail and carefully took individual steps down.
“Why are you gowing so slow?”
Her younger sister, Cici, startled her from behind. Brenna turned her head to see her toddler sister's confused and slightly irritated face, spinning around and around like the rest of the house was.
“Shorry,” she muttered, trying to speed up, but at the last few steps she missed one, stumbled, and ran into the wall.
“Brenna!” her mom said sharply. “What's wrong with you?”
“Juss'tired,” she explained, trying to widen her eyes and appear not drunk. But her mom looked pissed.
“Your dress is inside out and backwards! Were you drinking with those girls last night again?”
“Honey,” her dad said to her mom, pulling her aside to whisper a little. Brenna shuffled off to the downstairs bathroom to fix her dress, falling into the wall and then door a few times in the process. By the time she came out, her mom was still clearly displeased, but wasn't directly addressing her anymore.
Brenna carefully climbed into the back of the family car, proud of herself for not knocking against a bunch of stuff. It took her several tries to buckle the seatbelt. “You're putting it in the wrong one!” Cici said loudly, and Brenna embarassedly grabbed the buckle slot next to the one she'd been trying, and it clicked in just fine.
Brenna spent the car ride looking out at the clouds in the sky. Everything was so beautiful. Stoney thoughts started popping into her head, and she kept momentarily forgetting where she was, so engrossed in the hypnotizing sight of the world passing by so quickly around her. By the time they pulled into the church parking lot, the 20 minute drive had felt like at least an hour, and she had completely forgotten it was even Easter Sunday, or even that she had a delicious drink in her hand.
Everyone hopped out of the car, except Brenna; she still felt like the car was moving. Her mom jerked the door open, looking down at her. “Your eyes are bloodshot! Are you high?!”
“Mom why would I come to chuchhhhhigh?”
“For the same reason you'd show up drunk. Get out of the car!”
Brenna rolled her eyes and hopped out, holding onto the door so she didn't stumble, not realizing she was swinging the door wildly back and forth. She adjusted her purse hanging from her elbow, rattled her drink, and took a big sip as she followed her family inside the building. Dad split off to take Cici to the daycare wing, and Brenna followed her mom into the main room, saving a seat between them for Dad.
Brenna's face felt hot. Surely everybody else in church could tell she was crossfaded. At least she didn't smell like weed.
The congregation were all murmuring to each other and Brenna just stayed seated, not making direct eye contact with anybody as she fiddled with the sermon program in her hands. An older man in the seat ahead of her, clearly waiting impatiently for his wife, decided to turn around and introduce himself.
“Hi, I'm Jared.”
“Brennnnna,” she said with a smile, accepting his handshake.
“He is risen.”
“He's riz'n inneen. Indeen.”
He raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded, bemused, before deciding not to continue the conversation.
It felt like a century before Dad came back to sit with them, and Brenna promptly excused herself to the bathroom, leaving her pamphlet and purse on the seat.
She walked down the halls until she found the church kitchen, which had a door to the back of the property. Once outside, she called up Stella, who picked up after two rings.
Stella giggled cheerily through the phone. “You sound wasted!”
“Yeah I woke up still druck...and then sommmebody left be bore alcohl. Me. More. Alcohol. HUP!! and poshibly a weeeeed muffin?”
“Cat made the muffin,” she said. “There's more for you after church!”
“My family is goi'g to bruntch aftrer churchissss over.”
“Where at?”
“Sandino's Bregfast...fuckin...parlor or something.”
“Hm, good to know. How long is church?”
“Uhhh like an houranda HIC!! half? Why?”
“Go in there and finish your drink, baby, and call me after! Love you!”
“Love you.” Brenna felt giddy at that, smiling stupidly as the call hung up. She took a deep breath, watching the wind sweep the trees around and just stoning out for a bit. She'd only been out here two minutes. And in that time, most of her drink was gone.
There was still a ton of ice, and when Brenna opened the kitchen door to get back in the church, she realized there was nobody in the kitchen. Hatching a brilliant idea, she rummaged around the kitchen until she found the bottles of communion wine—the ones they specifically bring out for holidays.
She slorped up the rest of the refresher, getting a brief brain freeze at the same time as the warmth from the alcohol hit the bottom of her gut, and then poured the contents of the entire bottle into her 30oz cup. She was tingling with excitement about getting even drunker in church. In fact, this amount wasn't quite enough for her...she found another bottle that was half empty already, and decided she might as well finish it off real quick. She drained the bottle in less than a minute. The second she tried to set it down, she missed the counter, and the glass bottle clanked loudly against the floor. Mortified, she bent over to pick it up, losing her balance and falling beside it.
She looked around to make sure she was still alone, and then rolled onto her knees, shimmying toward the counter so she could use it to pull herself up. She swayed dramatically back and forth, legs shaking as she realized she was way too drunk to go back inside. But would it be more suspicious to not be there for the entire sermon?
Brenna convinced herself it would be fine. She swirled the slightly-darker “refresher”, straightened her posture as much as she could, widened her eyes, and grabbed the door handle, noticing her fingers were almost completely numb.
With every step toward the main worship room, Brenna felt the wine hitting her a little bit harder. She shuffled up to her family's aisle, trying to be very careful about the way she stepped. Luckily, she was just on the end cap of the aisle, but she still needed to use Jason's chair back for support to lower herself into her seat. “Opes, sorry,” she said when she realized her hand had checked his shoulder pretty hard. He gave her another judgmentally bemused look, which twisted her stomach, because honestly he was so hot, and why hadn't she noticed that a few minutes ago?
The worship music was loud and vibrated the whole room, which was really nice. The low lighting helped it feel a little like a concert, and Brenna found herself swaying eyes-closed with her lips on the straw of her drink. Until she bumped hard into her dad and nearly fell over again.
The Easter sermon felt just like any other sermon, except this time, Brenna was totally trashed. She wasn't sure when she had gotten a big red stain on her shirt, but she had. The preacher droned on and she started doodling on the program pamphlet. A sexy little fairy with big boobs. Her dad cleared his throat, bumping her elbow purposely, and she remembered where she was and folded it over to the next page, to draw a bunny.
The bunny turned into just random lines, that felt good to draw. It didn't look exactly artsy and abstract, more like drunken scrawlings, but she thought it looked pretty good when she opened her eyes. Wait, how long had they been closed?
She stared off into the corner of the room, letting the lights dance in her eyes. Thinking about Stella's boobs, she suddenly remembered sucking tequila off of them. As she daydreamed she hiccuped really hard, having to clutch her chest. It echoed throughout the large room, and the preacher paused very briefly as he was startled, but continued talking about the story of the crucifixion or whatever. Brenna was taken by surprise by another hiccup. She heard a few murmurs and chuckles through the congregation.
She...she kind of had to pee, like kind of a lot. About to excuse herself to the restroom again, she realized that's supposedly where she had just come back from. So she tried to ignore the pressure of her bladder, but at the same time, it felt kind of um...good. It made her clit pulse a little bit. “HIP!!” Oh, that one was really loud...she felt eyes on her this time, so she sucked down a little more of her drink. That helped a little bit.
She was beginning to feel like nothing was really that bad. She was just, in church. And it's not like anybody could know for sure that she was drunk, no, not at all. She was doing such a good job acting normal. Plus besides she couldn't possibly be the only one drunk in church on Easter Sunday. Mid-slurp, she hiccupped again, and wine burned through her nose. She spluttered and coughed, triggering more hiccups, and the pastor paused until Brenna had caught her breath.
“...I suppose that's how Jesus felt on the cross that day, very insightful.”
The entire congregation laughed. Brenna felt coldness wash over her, unfortunately hardening her nipples, as her face flushed red from the alcohol and embarrassment.
Now beginning to sweat, Brenna started counting the minutes, realizing the sermon was only almost halfway over.
At this point, Brenna's mind started shutting down pretty quickly. For a while, she was just in dazed bliss again, looking around at the lights, laughing at the pastor's jokes, missing her mouth with the straw and then realizing she had finished her drink.
By the time the worship team came up to play the outro songs, Brenna jerked awake in her seat. She was confused, then embarrassed, then still confused, and definitely wasted. She wiped drool off her cheek, sitting up from her slumped posture, when she felt the warm wetness of her seat. Mortified, she looked down to see her dress soaked in her own piss. She didn't want to look over at her parents, but she knew she had to. Her father didn't put his eyes anywhere in her direction, but her mom locked eyes with her, clearly furious.
Brenna ran out of the room to beat the crowd, losing her balance as she exited the heavy double doors, and crashed into a table where a church member was selling some rapture apocalypse fiction she had written.
“Oh! Dear! Are you okay?”
Brenna's head was spinning, and she knew her body hurt but she couldn't really feel it. “I'm fine...” she said moments before she remembered she was soaked in her own piss. She drunkenly crawled to her feet and tried to stack the books, or stand them upright, or both. The woman at the table tried to stop her and calm her down, but Brenna panicked and ran down the hall to the bathroom.
The door to the women's room locks, which Brenna thought she had done before stripping down and soaking her clothes in the sink. It was supposed to be just a spot clean, but there was a lot of wine and a lot of pee. She was on the phone with Stella, who had talked her down from sobbing so much.
“We can pick you up if you want, baby! The mall is closed today but we could go drink and smoke at the park!”
“I hav'to go to brubch...”
“You're still going to see your family?”
“I'll be in so mush trouble if I don't!”
“Hi sweetie!” said Cat's equally cheery but much more airy voice over the phone. “Do you need us to bring you a new dress?”
Brenna's head, heart, and eyes swelled with beloved feelings, and she burst into fresh tears at the suggestion. “Ye-he-he-hessss....”
“Okay, we can do that love! We can bring it to the church. We can be there in like 10 minutes!”
“Tha'k you,” Brenna sobbed, relief washing over her, as the girls said goodbye and that they loved her so much. She walked over to the hand dryer to finish drying her dress, and it was so loud she didn't hear the door open. She only noticed somebody walked in when the old woman shrieked.
==
Brenna had managed to avoid her parents the rest of the time they were in church. She knew her dad would want to socialize with anybody in the building to avoid talking to her, and that her mom would just stew about it angrily wherever she stood. She had managed to meet up with Stella and Cat, who gave her a dress and made her drink nearly a gallon of water, and pee in the actual toilet this time. The three of them were out back of the church when Brenna's mom called asking where “the eff” she was.
“Brenna, this was gonna be a surprise,” said Cat, “but we're going to the brunch place and we're going to see you there.”
“Wha? How'djou get reservations for Eascher?”
Cat giggled. “Stella is um, close friends with--”
“I blow that bartender's back out regularly,” Stella boasted. “He knows we're hot and when he sees you he'll know you're hot too.”
Boy, Stella was just like a beam of sunshine. Brenna smiled knowing that her friends absolutely adored her.
The new dress was quite similar to the one she had worn, and since it had the tags and sticker still on, she knew they had bought it from the mall pretty recently. It wasn't the same sunflower pattern, but it was still sunflowers, and the silhouette was roughly the same except that the neckline plunged more.
Brenna enjoyed the warmth of their group hug, breathing in the sweet scents of both of her friends before they left each other to meet later.
Neither Mom or Dad commented on the dress, but Mom did get squinty eyed when she saw the neckline. Regardless they all hopped in the car to go to the brunch place.
