Hey! So I really have been wanting to write a SoL story about a couple who got drunk, had a fun night, and then have to see what happens from there. I’m gonna do portions from both character’s perspectives.
I’d absolutely love feedback and advice, thank you in advance and I hope you enjoy.
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KYLIE
Kylie’s eyes slowly creaked open in the silvery haze of half light. Her head throbbed like any good techno song, even in the mostly dark room. A quick scan showed her that the curtains held back what little light the sun had mustered thus far, sparing her a worse fate.
She turned her head over, slowly to remain at peace with her personal DJ. The firm countenance of the last night’s drunken escapades sat before her. His clean shaven face was cut in with firm lines and she knew that beneath his closed lids was a pair of gorgeous hazel eyes. His jaw and face were smashed comically into the bed, adding the humbling touch of humanity to the man.
With extreme care, she extricated herself from the tree branch arm that was flopped across her shoulder. Gingerly her small, pale feet touched the floor. At five feet tall, she barely managed to not jump from the high raised bed. Cold air hit her bare chest and her small pink nipples snapped to attention. With a shiver she grabbed the gigantic hoodie beside the bed and threw it on, a memory from the blackout coming to her.
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The cold countertop pressed against her bare ass. A soft tongue slipping down her neck and flicking her nipples. Her head rocked back and a soft moan escaped her lips. Rough, large fingers massaged her labia as the man’s mouth took in Kylie’s small tits. She rocked against his hand and grabbed his head with her hands, yanking him upward so she could slap her lips on his. She shoved her tongue into his mouth, wrestling with his as she felt him lift her from the counter.
Her long curly red hair, flipped over her face as the man practically tossed her up. She felt the air leave her briefly as her back hit the wall. Soft lips kissed her inner thigh while She wrapped her legs around broad, muscular shoulders. He teased her a few more moments before she tossed back her head, hair only partly clearing from her face.
The loud thud rang through her ears and pain rushed over her. She felt him pull back to ask if she was okay, but with a hand she shoved his head forward instead. He seemed to get the message as his tongue lashed out. In a mixture of aggression and precision, she felt the tongue slide inside of her and then out and around her labia. Tracing around her anatomy in patterns and letters, he’d stop and slap her clit with every pass. A deep grunt erupted from her as she dragged nails up his back.
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Blasted back to the present, Kylie began to walk slowly out of the room. Her knees took a second to stop shaking, and she still felt as if the night had been spent on a leg press machine.
She made sure to slowly close the door behind her and walked down the short hall to the bathroom. Her tongue flicked along her teeth, by now feeling in need of a pressure washing. She quickly relieved herself and washed her hands before standing in front of the mirror and grabbing some extra tissue paper. She scrubbed at her teeth with the tissue and eyed the mouthwash next to the sink.
After she scrubbed her teeth as best she could she took some floss and weaved it through to her gums. Shortly after, The mouthwash swished around in her mouth. A slight pain in her jaw, starting another flashback.
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Kylie’s knees felt the cold tile and grouted squares, the end of a belt rested on her shoulder. The bathroom stall looked like the one from the local Applebee’s, making her wonder when she’d gone there. Her tongue expertly danced around the head of the cock in her mouth while her hands massaged the balls. She slipped forward, swallowing his cock little by little. Fondling the man and slowly stroking, she had the most trouble fitting his girth down her throat.
Her eyes darted up as she gagged a little, the man had his face skyward. His chest heaving with the effort of holding himself together. Kylie slipped her head back, only to find his powerful hand gently keeping her from sliding too far back. She would’ve smiled if her mouth weren’t busy.
With the brief break, her tongue shifted as much as the obstruction would allow. Then she dove back into the task, the hand grabbing a fistful of her red hair. She felt the hand putting pressure, but there was clear restraint, like he wanted to slam her forward but couldn’t make himself. Between their combined efforts her nose buried itself into his flesh. The mass of meat threatened to choke her before she finally was allowed to slide back, coughing and sputtering. Her makeup was smeared and tears flowed down her cheeks. Without recovering fully, she dove back onto the cock, catching ropes of semen as it exploded onto her tongue.
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Kylie spat the mouthwash into the sink and ran her tongue over her lips. Even over the mint taste she smirked as she remembered the salty thick fluid that she had not spit out.
Nimbly, she danced on her toes to the kitchen, cold linoleum making the move necessary. After a quick scan of the fridge and cupboard, she started up the coffee machine. It was only a moment later when she was sipping from the generic coffee mug with a college logo. After a few minutes in the cold, with her coffee, she began to mix ingredients together.
Milk, butter, brown sugar, she danced around the kitchen humming a tune. As she turned on the stovetop, her eyes landed on the couch a dozen feet away. There was a cleared area, with pillows and clothes scattered to the floor. As she flipped her first piece of French toast she enjoyed one more memory.
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The taste of fabric and sweat filled her mouth as she clamped her jaw shut. Muffled screams of pleasure tried to break through the pillow, as her small tits bounced violently back and forth. The only thoughts she could manage were that 6” is more than enough, and curiosity of if her cervix could bruise.
His massive hands nearly encircled her waist and held her firm as he slammed into her over and over. Louder than her muffled screams was the constant slapping as his balls repeatedly collided with her.
Kylie’s legs practically jumped every time the freight train of a cock rammed her cervix. Her pussy gripped his meat stick like a vice. Finally his pace slowed and his heavy breath gave away his exhaustion. The pillow slipped from her mouth and she uttered a mix between a scream and a moan. His hands shifted, one flicking her clit while the other tweaked her nipples one at a time.
The pace was slow and methodical as Kylie matched his rhythm. For a few minutes they carried on that way, their sweat mixing and the alcohol bring their fatigue to the forefront. She slipped him out of her and turned around, sitting her ass on the couch and wrapping legs around him. His cock slipped right back inside of her and she pulled him in deep. Shivers ran up the spine as she felt another orgasm rip through her. Spasms rocked the them both as ropes of his seed fired deep inside of her.
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Kylie sipped her coffee and sighed, feeling her panties moisten at the memory. Then she heard the door creak and spun around.
“Hey…. So…” she said with a nervous giggle, her tongue sliding along her bottom lip and her eyes darting to the floor.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pp8xrd/blackout_memories_mf