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Drunk & Horny

I went in a Duffy boat ride with my best friends. We blasted music, drank so much champagne, and I danced as hard as I could. It was really really gootimes. I smiled so much my cheeks hurt.

Then after we went to Billy’s for my favorite calmari. By that point, I was incredibly drunk. The older men at the bar hovere d. And I didn’t even care. I flirted with the best of them, until my best friends called it and we walked back to the car and I called an Uber to drive me home.

The whole ride home, I was bouncing in anticipation. Hoping he’d be there…

I found him sprawled out on the couch. “Damn. That dress Monica… you look good.” even I have to admit, my dress is pretty damn hot.

“How good?” I challenged as I walked over to him, climbed onto his lap and straddled him.

He ran his hand from my thigh up my dress to grab my ass. “Absolutely delicious.”

I kissed him deeply as I started to grind into him. “So I’m pretty drunk right now. I need you.”

“You are extremely forward when you know what you want. Huh?”

I nodded as I grinded into him. He slapped my ass and we took it to the bedroom.

By then the room was spinning, but I didn’t even care.

I stripped for him and watched his eyes widen in appreciation as they always do when I took off my bra. I climbed on top of him.

After we cuddled as he recovered, and then found a second round.

Sex with him is pretty fucking hot. I love it. Love how I can make him gasp and the way he groans. I love the way he desires my body. I’m so damn proud of my body. My tight stomach and all of my curves. I love riding him until I can’t think straight and my thighs quiver from the intensity.

Afterwards we lay In bed, our sweaty bodies intertwined and he ran his hands over my body. “Christ, look at you. You’re so fucking gorgeous.” he tells me. I like how much he worships my body, like he’s scared to let me go.

I let him run his hands over my curves, memorizing them. As I drunkly cuddle into his chest. The world spinning around me.

About Monica

Living in Newport Beach and Kauai. Survivor of crippling Anxiety and Depression. When I'm not cuddling my adorable dachshund puppy, surfing, or reading, you'll find me on here writing about my love life, loss, and everything in between.

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