On Friday night, we decided to have some people over for a game night. We haven’t hosted in a long time (our schedules have been all over the place), so it was nice to get together with some friends. Which of course meant drinks.
Which of course meant a lot of drunk sex after the last friend left for the night (don’t worry, everyone had a DD or sobered up before leaving).
When Cash and I drink, I have theneed to get my clothes off. I was in my bra and panties as soon as the bedroom door closed, waiting for him to finish saying goodbye to our last guest. I was completely naked by the time he got upstairs, just a few moments later.
I love that feeling, my head swimming a bit as he’s fucking me hard. When I’m drunk, I rarely orgasm, but that’s okay. Just that feeling, that mmmm state of bliss when my pussy is filled and my nipples are hard, it’s as good as an orgasm. I love letting it wash over me, just enjoying the raw feeling of being fucked like the slut I am.
Being drunk and fucking has another amazing side effect: I lose inhibitions. Now, I normally have no inhibitions anyway when it comes to exploring my sexy side with Cash, but as I’ve noted, I do get hung up on my appearance. I don’t feel confident naked, at least not like I used to. But when I’m drinking, I forget to feel fat. Instead, I just feel sexy.
And I growl for him to fuck my harder and deeper. Drunk sex makes me loud and aggressive. I want him to pin me down, choke me, pull my hair.
Come to think of it…I always want that.
Anyway, it was a good night. We made sure to drink lots of water to avoid massive hangovers, and we woke up intertwined. Few feelings are better in the morning than waking up naked, wrapped in the person you love.
Rori is the founder of Between My Sheets. She works full time as a writer, reviewer, and online educator and can be reached at rori-at-betweenmysheets.com