“Goose get you loose, Gone on Patron….” yeah I was feeling exactly that. Loose and gone, but it’s so funny how just the right amount of alcohol in your system will break down all inhibitions and make you more adventurous than normal.
It was a late night of partying, heavy drinking, and hellified fun. The city’s annual bar crawl celebration was taking place this weekend, so the liquor was being poured heavily and the merry times were constantly rolling. My boyfriend came in town to celebrate the festivities, while at the same time keeping me company. With him there, I felt more than safe… compelling me to be just a little bit over the top.
We went bar hopping with our bar crawl passes trying out each spot’s signature drink of choice. I tried all drinks with fruity nicknames (Strawberry Kisses, Pineapple Kamikaze, Raspberry Delight) mostly because I enjoyed the fact that I couldn’t tell I was getting drunk. My boyfriend, Dave, decided to keep his drinks manly; only indulging in drinks by that man named Jack. I stumble out of our final bar, elated to be able to go home, take off my shoes, and relax.
We walk up the stairs to my apartment. Actually it was more like Dave carried me, Tarzan style, up the stairs as I giggled uncontrollably. All of my roommates had left for whatever reason, I didn’t really care. Being alone had me in the mood to do some raunchy, dirty, filthy things with my man.
"Baby, I want to fuck, but I don't want to fuck regular. I want to be experimental." I said to him, words half slurred and inebriated.
He looked at me puzzled and intrigued. He was used to my sexual bluntness but for the life of him I don't think he knew how to answer the questions my body was asking him.
"Well, boo what do you want to do? I'm down for whatever. I just know I want to fuck the shit out of you..." he replied.
I looked at him, ready to pounce on him like a lioness on her king. I left him standing in the middle of the floor and got some supplies together for the sensational uncensored sex we were about to experience.
Reaching into the nightstand, I pulled out my favorite vibrator. It's a simple contraption that does complicated things to me. I pulled out lubrication because…well the sex is better when it’s wetter. But most importantly, I pulled out the condoms. No explanation needed.
I set all the goodies down within reach on the night stand.
He looks at me trying to figure out what kind of kinkiness I was going to put on him, today.
"Don't worry baby, most of that stuff is for me..." I assure.
I kiss him with passion letting him know that whatever is about to take place next is going to push our sexual relationship to the next level. Slowly, I unbutton his shirt and push it backwards off his shoulders. He caresses my back with his strong hands, squeezing me with fervor. We grope and fondle each other, warming our bodies up until the fire alarms are blazing.
I tell him to squeeze and rub my derriere. Rub and fondle my pussy. Massage my tongue with his. Turn the fire up welling deep inside me.
I turn around to let him kiss the weak spots on my neck and back. He knows these areas are guaranteed to send me over the top. We walk forward towards the bed, where we fall without missing a beat of kissing each other. I take the vibrator and graze it past my clitoris sending tingles up and down my spine. He takes his time licking circles and letters into my shoulder blades and down my spinal column. I can feel his dick knocking on my backdoor, impatiently wanting to enter into the forbidden zone. I tell him to give me the lube while he puts on the condom. I graciously oil myself up, ensuring that I am more than slippery allowing him full access.
He enters me with slow concentrated strokes, becoming a part of me inch by inch. At first it was a bit uncomfortable, but the curtain of cocktails had me feeling brave to take him on. Minutes go by and he has finally entered me fully. He continues to stroke me, gently and nurturingly. The hum of the vibrator playing its orchestra, the soundtrack to our night of naughtiness.
His stroke began to take on a life of its own as the pressure around him becomes more and more open. It’s driving me crazy the feeling of something new and dangerous and the thought of knowing we never did this before. It feels as if he has a new angle on stroking my pussy without even being in it. The vibrator takes the pleasure farther over the top. The lubrication makes the adventure more and more pleasurable.
I tell him he can stroke me faster and harder. He follows directions well and begins to stroke me at level 3. I send myself further over the top by putting the vibrator into my pussy and imaging being with two men at the same time. It’s a naughty thought that gets me more open and more wet. He reaches to the front of my body and massages my clitoris with one hand and squeezes my breast with the other. He can sense that I am his and takes over.
I tell him he can fuck me however he wants me and he does. I start to think to myself, “those long minutes of him going slow must have been a pure tease to him…”
“Fuck me harder daddy, fuck me harder,” I scream.
He starts to stroke me the same way he beats my pussy when we are fucking. All I can hear, in between my moans, is the slapping sound of his thighs against my ass and the hum of the vibrator in my pussy. I put the vibrator back on my clitoris, feeling myself about to lose control. His dick goes in and out of my ass, giving it a taboo but tantalizing therapy session. My legs begin to shake uncontrollably and I can tell he is about to lose himself too. His dick plummets my ass and just like that the world freezes around us….
We collapse in a sweaty, post-orgasmic, elated semi-embarrassed heap.
He slowly withdraws, getting up to excuse himself to the bathroom.
I retrieve a towel from the closet, clean myself up.
No longer drunk, I smile to myself; completely aware of the effects of getting loose.
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