up late thinking about a boy who is so soft and gentle and careful that I forget how heavy and strong he is until he's too drunk and clumsy and horny to be gentle anymore

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up late thinking about a boy who is so soft and gentle and careful that I forget how heavy and strong he is until he's too drunk and clumsy and horny to be gentle anymore
Daydreaming about inviting friends to a party and setting up a friend with an oral fixation in a "kissing booth", wrists tied and eyes blindfolded.
(hey can i use babe as a gender neutral term k thanks)
For free, partygoers can kiss the booth babe anywhere above the neck, and pretty soon there's a revolving line of friends, each one getting right back in line again after making the booth babe whimper and whine as they lean into every neck kiss or melt into every liplock. Some even shell out a few bucks to apply lipstick to the booth babe before the kiss so they can go back to the party with a big red kissmark and a sense of pride. Others put the lipstick on themselves and brag about who left the best messy mark on the babe, some even take selfies after the kiss and tag the booth babe knowing fully well they won't see it until the next morning.
For a small tip, some partygoers snag themselves a full on makeout session, roaming hands encouraged as they tangle their fingers in the booth babe's hair or lean all the way over the booth to explore their tummy and sides, leave little hickies and kiss them better, blow hot breath into the booth babe's ear and listen to their breathe hitch in their throat. It's not long before the booth babe's hair is a mess, their lneck is dotted with bruises and bites, and they're practically swooning in their chair from the sheer overstimulation of a couple dozen consecutive makeout sessions that someone suggests getting more rope to make sure they don't fall out of the booth all together.
And later in the night (after the babe has had a good break, a snack, and a couple bottles or water), a select few generous tippers get free use of the booth babe's mouth: some pour shots in, a few shotgun hits to get them nice and high, but eventually someone grabs the babe by their bound wrists and leads them to a private room where party goers take turns getting oral from a babe who's so spinny from kisses and teases and smoke and shots that they don't even notice when some of the tippers double dip (but really, who cares, the money was an excuse and everyone knows they'd do it all for free)
Until finally everyone's had their way with them and then some, and the booth babe is left to recover and count their earnings, trying to connect voices to faces (some strangers, some absolutely familiar) and cursing themselves for not adding a tip option to fuck them senseless
bluh it's been a... while since I've had time to put bad thoughts down but
I've been daydreaming about a girl who goes too hard at a party and her friends try and cut her off for a bit bc they care about her so they drag her off to a private room to let the intoxicants work their way out of her system
'cept nobody remembers to check her bra for the vape pen she keeps between her boobs and it only take a second for her to sneakily take a few hits and get so fucking crossed she can't string two words together and all her friends who were so protective of her are staring hungrily at her while she giggles and tumbles around in bed and pulls off her shirt bc the alcohol is making her skin so hot and
A very specific demon is whispering in my ear about getting someone absolutely blind drunk
And pressing a bottle to their lips except theyre so conditioned to fucking when they get drunk that they naturally wrap their pretty lips around the bottle and look up at me with those big, glassy, no-thoughts-just-horny eyes before they realize, with a bunch of drunk giggles, that they aren't actually giving me head yet
And it's an actual and honest and infectious laugh that has us both gasping for air and is only broken up by them hitting their favorite vape cart and me pulling out my cock to give them what they want
Is it too much to ask for a soft stoner boy to sit in my house and play games while I work so I can come home and listen to him tell me about the latest Pkmn news or show off the new base he built in a survival game before gently interrupt him to tell him he needs to be higher, to take five hits for me while I change out of my work clothes, so that I can ask him how he feels while his head is spinny and touch him while he’s too high to object and tell him to tell me more about his shiny hunt while he whimpers high and needy
Daydreaming about sitting down with a cute girl who’s lonely and sad and promising her that this time, THIS time it doesn’t have to be anything sexual, we can talk about our feelings as friends
Only for it to end with her high as shit begging be to fuck the bad feelings away
(Part of me knows her dependence on sex is just as bad as her dependence on substance and I shouldn’t be encouraging it but i can’t back out now and she makes the prettiest sounds when she cums herself stupid)
(Next time, we’ll have a serious talk next time)
Daydreaming about “I want to do something crazy” drunk girls, energized and full of adrenaline with no inhibitions
And it’s always a split second from them saying “I want to do something crazy” to th shoving their tongue down their best friends throat or flashing their tits to a room full of strangers
Okay but imagine leaving a party with your friend and he’s absolutely plastered, clinging to you for stability when he mumbles something about needing to take a piss and you have to drag him into the bushes off the sidewalk to take a leak
And he’s too drunk and clumsy to work zippers and buttons so you have to do it for him, pulling his cock out while he slumps against your shoulder, too fucked to to even be embarrassed just mumbling what you take as a thank you while you help him relieve himself
And by the time he’s done you can’t help but notice that he’s gotten slightly harder in your hands, how he keeps pressing his face into your neck and his cock into your hands seeking the warmth of your body against the cold night air and you're not exactly sober either and you end up jerking him off while he makes drunken wordless needy noises against your neck while you try and keep him upright when his knees buckle