Drunk Fucking Ain't Worth a Damn. It's true  

partygald 39F
3036 posts
11/18/2020 11:16 pm

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Drunk Fucking Ain't Worth a Damn. It's true


I can’t feel my legs. Or actually, I CAN feel them, and they feel....heavy. It’s been sooo long, but I went the gym with a friend of mine two days ago and we squatted like crazy. It wasn’t my max but it was close it, but it was the volume though. I think we completed 10 sets of 10 reps for squats alone. Then there’s a few other leg exercises. Now I’m sitting here waiting for my work call start and my entire lower half feels like dead weight. 

At least I’m working from home. I like working from home. I haven’t been dressed day and I’m still productive. Lol. Stepped out of the shower this morning and just didn’t feel like putting anything , so I didn’t. Actually, come think of it, I haven’t been clothed since I got home last evening. I wonder how long I can keep this .... . Although I need prep dinner soon so that might change...cooking nude is...or can be dangerous. 

Being nude day does have it’s other dangers. We have a wooden bench in the corner of the balcony. I usually don’t sit on it but was trying hide in the shadows early this morning when I was sitting there with my coffee and I had a splinter stab in the ass . I managed pull it out but it still stings. Hmph. Anyhow. 

The husband and I went out for a wedding dinner last weekend. It was an ex colleague of ours so we both knew him, but this person was more the husband’s friend than mine. I've always thought he was a bit of a shmuck so i wasn't really interested in going, but the husband insisted so i literally dragged my feet the whole way. When we got there, we had make small talk (ain't that the worst though?) with some people that i knew and i've always found that be easier  do when i'm mildly intoxicated.

SSooo....i kept hounding one cute waiter to keep refilling my glass(s). It was a bad idea from the get go, but they were serving champagne and whiskey before dinner kicked off so that's what i had. Then my evening was saved slightly when the husband's golfing instructor/buddy of his showed . We ( 3 of us) had a thing going for a short while but i had quite that cos, as cute and funny as he is, gawd damn he has some serious issues. Granted, we do, but his was clearly not something we (the husband and i) were willing put with so we kinda distanced ourselves from him for a while. But! Here he was, in his devilish charming glory. 
Anyways. By the time we were seated for dinner, i didn't even realise I had switched wine, and was switching between my whiskey and wine glasses in front of . In hindsight, I don't remember seeing anyone filling it . I empty my glasses, put it down, reach for them again and it's filled again! MAgic! lol
At our table, i was sandwiched between the husband and his friend, and they were talking about something else entirely when i interrupted their conversation by saying how no one really wants be here. Weddings are boring. . Now, at that point, i knew i was getting be mildly inebriated but i was still consciously aware of what i was saying. I was in that....happy stage. . I'll spare you on what exactly was said at the time cos the husband was slightly annoyed, but he essentially asked what I'd rather be doing instead of sitting there and drinking, cos he mentioned I was clearly "enjoying myself", in air inverted commas the way people do when trying be sarcastic.

It surprised that I actually took a few seconds to think about it, before replying quite calmly, “I’d rather be at home sucking dick”. That caught him off guard, and i could see him clearly evaluating his emotions cos he went from being annoyed to something else entirely. LOL. Before he replied, i turned to his friend and apologised, and changed what i said to "sucking dicks", plural, just so he wouldn't be left out. I was giggling to myself when the husband asked for 5 mins to say goodbye to the groom. LOL
We got and left our table at the same time, the husband heading towards where the bride and groom were, and i headed towards the bathroom. I was walking quite slowly cos i was in killer heels, aaand the room was literally moving by now. LOL. The friend came by and offered his arm so i grabbed it and we went to the bathroom. What i wasn't expecting was him actually following me IN to the cubicle in the bathroom! I had to go so i sat and pee'd while he dropped his pants and stroked himself right in front of me. Which is always a weird sight when you're emptying your bladder -_-  I managed to push him off long enough til we got to the carpark. They were talking the whole time so by the time i got to the car, i was ushered into the backseat instead of the front. The husband then took the keys and i don't remember the journey back at all. LOL  I remember my dress being pulled off before we even left the carpark. Best thing about that was watching the husband watching me through the rear view mirror while i had a head between my legs.  That got me hotter than expected. 

When we got in, i let my dress fall to the floor. I wanted to tell them to sit by the stairs cos i really wanted to suck dicks, but the husband lifted me over his shoulder, walked me the stairs and threw onto the bed. (Which is always fun )  I didn't know if it was that, or the alcohol, probably both, but the bedroom was literally spinning at that point. I tried to gather my bearings but the husband pulled from the ankles, dragged the edge of the bed and started fucking there and then. Don't know if that's what they planned, by they both took turns, tagging in and out fucking missionary. It was almost frustrating cos the room was spinning so much at some point i lost track of who's who. LOL.  It DID feel good, but i was struggling cum. 
The next morning, we were sitting by the kitchen counter talking, i mentioned that i had wanted a dick in my mouth while the other was inside me. They told me i did, and a bunch of other fun things that i really don't remember.  They even told me i kept screaming "deeper! Fuck! Deeper", all of which, of course, i denied LOL. I really don't remember. So....in hindsight, fucking while intoxicated isn't fun. At all. 

The complete inhibition WAS fun, but it would be better off if i actually can remember any of it. I HAVE to remember that next time.

partygald 39F
1937 posts
11/18/2020 11:17 pm

Aaaaand my legs still feel like lead --_--


ClitLickB4DickU 63M  
1342 posts
11/18/2020 11:46 pm

Yeah...it is a fine line between enough alcohol to reduce Inhibitions to the point you can relax and enjoy the experience and Oblivion. I have to admit that more than a few times in my younger days i'd wake up on Sunday morning, look over and say "Who are you, where did we meet" LOL


dogslife2live01 69M

11/19/2020 12:03 am

i have to agree with you there....
cooking naked really can hurt.

there is a world of difference between insanity and stupidity


cozzycouple 63M/64F  
581 posts
11/19/2020 12:06 am

{=} >>! happyf; happym;
If I remember rightly I did it too, but only once, Fucking great time, I was told..


Drewsky890 32M
1 post
11/19/2020 1:17 am

Nice work!


Fitvanstud 26M
6 posts
11/19/2020 2:03 am

You're so hot


luv2suk1966 61M/55F
1831 posts
11/19/2020 3:56 am

Been there, done that! Eat more next time. hehehe

Have a great day, and be nice to one another.


Looknfind18 69M  
4365 posts
11/19/2020 4:44 am

alcohol is funny, a bit is good but crossing the point of fun and fucked up is dangerous.


DoctorBooty 40M
6420 posts
11/19/2020 5:29 am

Thats why I have to shut off the alcohol at some point, or eat a lot of carbs, no fun when you can't remember half of it.


CuriousDad12 55M

11/19/2020 7:16 am

I agree! Fucking drunk is not fun. Having a couple of drinks, it perfect! Keep a hard liquor dick for awhie. lol


seingalt23 57M
5453 posts
11/24/2020 2:52 pm

I´m not keen to be drunk, I prefer to enjoy what I´m doing or experiencing ...

Do you know the topic Yellow Fever I am somehow infected ?

GiacomOn


discreteSteve62 52M
2171 posts
12/28/2020 3:29 am

I don't think I've ever been so drunk that I couldn't remember what happened. But then if I had, how would I know, right? On the occasions when I've gone past my limit, I've mostly fallen asleep rather than remained roaring drunk and awake. On a few terrible occasions, my stomach has rebelled.

I've definitely never been so drunk that I don't remember things when sex was a possibility. I did pretty much all of my heavy drinking at parties in college, and college parties never worked out as sexual opportunities for me, so drinking and sex just didn't cross paths.

There was a party after college, at a hotel convention, where I drank to the point of a heavy buzz, but not fully drunk. I was talking with a woman who was at least enjoying conversation with me, and hoping that she might also be interested in sex. Turned out that her not-so-attractive roommate was interested in sex, and she kept buying me drinks. Another guy ended up at the table too, and the attractive woman ended up more interested in him.

The four of us all ended up in their hotel room. I was just going to sleep off the buzz. The attractive woman and the other guy ended up making lots of sloppy kissing noises, and that got me so horny that when the not-so-attractive woman made her move I was interested. We fucked, rested, and fucked again before I fell asleep. In the morning we fucked again -- mostly to put on a show for the attractive woman rather than because I was interested in the not-so-attractive woman. I stayed naked through the morning, right up until it was time to dress and clear out of the room due to check-out time.

I later met them both again, still hoping to get somewhere with the attractive woman. No luck. Later the not-so-attractive woman told me that the attractive woman was interested, particularly after my morning naked show, but didn't want to spoil things for her. And in spite of all the noisy kissing, she didn't actually get past cuddling with the other guy.

So that's probably the most that drinking and sex have crossed paths for me.


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