I feel a bit guilty about this. For reasons not entirely clear to me, I really enjoy sex with my girlfriend when she’s very intoxicated. Watching her lose her sobriety and turn into a stuttering, slurring, sloppy mess really turns me on.
The other night, she went out for a girls night out, and I needed to stay home to take care of some work. After she pregamed a with little wine, I gave her some cash for drinks in the hope that she would have one too many, and she didn’t disappoint. As she hopped from bar-to-bar, her texts became more and more illegible and her face more flushed in her pics that she kept texting.
Before bar close, she snapped me a pic of her and her friends taking shots with the caption “lp lov you babe.” So I knew she was lit up like a Christmas tree.
About an hour later, she staggered through the door, hiccuping and laughing, and begging for sex. Swaying from side to side, she tried her best to hide her extremely obvious inebriation, which was cute, but her kisses cast a strong aroma of tequila and her glassy eyes could barely stay focused as she fumbled messily for my swelling shaft.
“Ima bit litty titty,” she mumbled with a crooked grin. “Becky an I haada fthew shaas.”
Leaning lazily against the door frame, she looked amazing. Dressed in a disheveled v-neck, her supple breasts were semi-exposed and still glistening with sweat and booze from dancing at the club. I grabbed her by the hair, once neatly curled but now messy, and lead her into the living room where she was quick to stumble to her knees. Instantly, she undid my zipper and began going to town with a slobbery blow job, not even aware of the fact that we were in front of a large open window that faced a busy street.
She sighed pleasurably, her breath reeking of booze, as she salivated profusely over my girth, going deeper and deeper. Though initially enthusiastic, it became clear that she was completely out of it because she could hardly keep upright.
“I’m sooo drunk you can do anything you wanna me,” she moaned.
Say no more.
I grabbed her by the head and began fucking her face, which seemed to reinvigorate her lust.
“Jus fuck me,” she wailed.
With my help, she propped herself up with her hands on the window sill, and I proceeded to hit it doggy for a while. Her breath formed a fog against the pane and offered a modicum of privacy from any outside onlookers, but her shrieks reverberated loudly down the street.
She was beginning to wobble, so I picked her up and carried her like a rag doll to the bed, where I had her every way I pleased, with her panting like a plastered slut.
“Please cum in me, baby,” she slurred. I obliged and continued to fondle her and stroke her dripping pussy well after she passed out.
In the morning, I made her breakfast and nursed her hangover as she tried to piece together the details of our night. I love my party girl.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ey96p1/girlfriend_got_a_little_too_drunk_for_her_own
You’re definitely not alone. My wife is never as sexy as when she’s three sheets to the tequila wind.
God I would LOVE to have a man like you!!! My dream is to have a Daddy/Husband to take care of me after I get drunk, high or just so overcome by lust and need that I worship and completely submit to be his nasty cum slut ? Thank you for the great story I get to enjoy later?
Ugh god what a NEED
My wife came home drunk after a girls night. She told me that she was so drunk we could do anything I wanted. I guess phoning a third wasnt an option. ??