Drunk As A Skunk Novels & Stories

The party is so much worse than I imagined. There are frat guys doing keg stands then screaming “KAPPA RULES” at the top of their lungs while beating on their chest. Drinks are being thrown, I’m pretty sure the air is exclusively weed smoke at this point, and I’ve been offered “skittles” no less than ten times which is a bag of different pills mixed together. I’ve been groped multiple times, and the music is so loud I can’t even hear myself think.

He no longer had the ability or the inclination to continue keeping Eva by his side, as she was just a useless leech to him. After realizing that Johann was now broke, Eva's attitude toward him changed drastically. She constantly went out to flirt and sleep with other men, contracted a plethora of STDs, and passed all of them on to Johann. The last I heard of him was from a former friend, who said he had borrowed several thousand dollars to treat his STDs at a shady clinic. As for Eva, she was ultimately arrested by the police for her involvement in drugs, gambling, and prostitution. I listened to everything the friend had to tell me without flinching at all. Instead, a faint smile played on

Why must I always be pathetic and why the fuck did I let my guard down for a second and forget my trusted Swiss Army knife at Rowan’s house? The group of drunken men, their faces flushed and unsteady, staggered toward me with predatory intent. Their eyes, glazed and heavy with inebriation, bore into me like a stain, as though they were undressing me with their stares. One of them, slurring his words, muttered something that I couldn’t quite catch, but the tone was unmistakably lewd and the rest cackled like hyenas ready to devour me.

"He's up there watching TV. I think he'll be fine. He only had four shots of Tequila and a couple of beers," "Derrick and I don't drink. Only that one time when you brought the kegs over, which we still have in the garage, by the way. Even then, he didn't drink much, but I got smashed. So much so that I was puking my guts up for half an hour. It wasn't fun, but Derrick took care of me and made sure I didn't die,"

They could also wear bracelets and medallions, depending on their status. As I descended the stairs, my mother’s mind projected her instructions from the kitchen. “Stay away from the Drock today!” I sighed. I had heard this so many times before. The Drock was a line of buildings on the border between the city and the garden fields. In these premises, a potent hallucinogenic concoction called Drax was sold. Drax, made from wild fungi and ethanol, was banned within the city limits but could be legally purchased and consumed in the Drock.

Maybe that will do it. It’s the only thing I can think of to try. Carefully, I pull the lid off, and the stench of skunk fills my lungs. I cringe and pull away. Trying to hold my breath, I wave the skunk scent in his face, and Jorin jerks away, swinging his arm. I manage to avoid him so the skunk odor doesn’t spill on either of us. “Jorin!” I try to take advantage of the situation while he’s sort of with me, but I go ahead and put the lid on the bottle. “Come on! We’ve got to get out of here!”

“Excuse me — skunk spray? Like, real skunk?” “A****n’s best 1-oz bottles.” I grin proudly. “The goal was to get it somewhere awful. “Anywhere smellable would be awful.” “But some places are worse.” She groans and laughs at the same time, like she can’t believe she’s even listening to this. “Okay … so what worse place did your aim hit?”

I started sucking faster and harder, as I could feel myself getting ready to cum on my brothers cock and in Abigail's face. Katrina dropped her hands down and gave my nipples a hard twist, and I came for the sixth time that night and second time in fifteen minutes. I arched my back and screamed into Katrina's pussy. As I did it sent Katrina off as well; her thighs clamped down around my head and she started sliding back and forth riding my face. As I screamed into her pussy, Katrina screamed into the air. I went limp on the altar dropping my hands from Katrina's tits. My face was being smothered by Katrina's pussy and I felt as if I was going to pass out from cumming so hard so often, the wo

The normal amount of alcohol that will get a human intoxicated will usually not affect a werewolf or Lycan, we needed extra doses of alcohol to get drunk, and when we eventually do, the effect wears off in hours, but it was already late, and Draven will be home any time soon. “Just take me home. I’ll take a bath and sleep off. I promise not to do anything rash,” I told Scarlett “It’ll be worse if he finds out I got drunk and went ahead to hide in your place. I don’t want to drag you into this. He already complained about you making me disobey him and I do not want to be the reason his perception about you changes,” “He said that?” she asked. I shrugged “Look I don’t care what he thinks about

I groaned, feeling groggy. It was like waking up after a night of excessive drinking. It may be more challenging for a werewolf to get drunk, but damn have I tried. My head was throbbing, my tongue tasted like ass and sand - no, you can’t ask why I know what either of those things tastes like, and every part of me was tingly. Not a fan. Two thumbs down and half a star. That half star is only because I’m still alive.