Drunk Anal Novels & Stories

Whatever happens, happens. He decided to drink vodka, which is an alcoholic beverage that will undoubtedly cause him to become intoxicated. He keeps on drinking and drinking. Adam's response when the barista asked him whether he needed more bottles was always the same, which was yes. He is able to remember Annalia's beauty, which indicates that he has not yet been drunk. Just for tonight, he needs to put her completely out of his mind. Adam was in so much pain that he could not even consider forgiving Annalia. What she did to him was extremely painful. Even when his own mother had betrayed him, he had never felt the level of anguish that he was feeling just now. Adam's mind is starting to sh

"I want to know what it's like. To feel warm piss run over my body, Mistress. I've been fucked in the ass and didn't like it. The only reason I've reconsidered is how much you like it." "If you do anal sex, you'll be properly prepared for it. We'll stretch your anus to accept cock, and I can almost guarantee you'll enjoy it, unlike the last time. The first time I did it several years ago, Master and I were both drunk and hadn't prepared for it. The next time we did it, we weren't drunk and had prepared, so it was very pleasant. I don't understand why you'd want to be pissed on." "I don't know, Mistress. I got a warm feeling reading about it. I figured one time, what does it hurt. If I don't

I was going crazy. I stumbled off the dance floor and went outside. The jocks had a bonfire going, and they were chugging beer. I walked towards the table where the drinks were on and grabbed myself a bottle. Beer always tasted off, until you were drunk, then you never wanted it to end. I heard a familiar laughter and looked up to find Alana all cozied up with a cute nerdy boy. She was dragging him towards me, and he was letting her. “Hey Alana. Who do you have here?”

But after I pushed him again and again, he finally agreed to pull up the surveillance footage from that night. The bar only had indoor cameras, though. None outside. That meant no footage of Axel assaulting me. Still, I figured indoor footage was better than nothing. At least it would show Axel. He gave me the recording. I copied it and took it back to my dorm that night to study carefully. That was when I discovered it—my boyfriend had secretly slipped something into my drink while I wasn't paying attention. I paused the video and zoomed in on the bottle. The image was blurry, but I recognized the packaging. It was an aphrodisiac.

' Jack typed a lengthy explanation. 'You have to remember that I was drunk during that time when Adelyn forced herself on me!' He repeated. Furious, Briana bit her lip. 'But when she pushed your dick inside her softness, your dick sprang up! Admit it!' 'Babe, I don't even remember what happened after she removed my clothes, I was too drunk to feel anything. For God sake! How do I know if my stick stood up or not?' Jack typed while shaking his head.

It was as if a glass of milk had been poured over Dr Stone's pussy. It was sticky, like the pornography videos he had been watching on the Internet

Her face crumpled like a paper after feeling the pain. "Sh*t, it hurts." She mumbled. "Don't worry, I'll move slowly." He said and began to push it inside and out very slowly and gently. The pain began to fade and it was changed with satisfaction. "Fvck, Gabe! Ahhh! Ohhh!" "Ohhh, d*mn, Annalise." They were both moaning as they invaded each other and committed the crime that should never happen in the first place. Was she drunk that's why she did it? Or did she just really want him so badly?

Focus on other things. Anything. Like, what kind of sex we had in here last night. Lube is new for us, so I’m guessing I got kinky and wanted anal. I have been known to like it occasionally, when I feel dominant, kinky, and get on top to do it for myself, and drunken sex with Lexi I can imagine he was very open to something like that. He doesn’t seem like a guy who wouldn’t be into adventurous sex given past performances, and it explains why even back there is tender. He’s not a small boy, I might have to sit on a doughnut for a week.

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

Korrin’s reign of terror ended, I was discharged from the asylum, but the damage was already done. Dr. Korrin’s forced encounters did more than provide temporary relief from my mental torment; they cemented a deep-seated taste for anal pleasure that I hadn’t anticipated. I began to crave the intensity of being penetrated, the way it made my entire body react in ways that were both painful and exhilarating. The sensation of something inside me, the fullness, the stretching—it became central to my desires, shifting my focus away from my cock. The act itself seemed to reprogram my responses, making me derive satisfaction from intrusion rather than traditional stimulation.