Novel & Cerita Drunk In Love

It felt unfamiliar and wrong. Then I noticed it. The strong smell of alcohol on him. Of course, he was drunk. He leaned closer, pressing his lips lightly against my neck, right over the bruises. I inhaled sharply. “I’ll make it up to you,” he whispered. “I swear.” Tears filled my eyes before I could stop them. Part of me wanted to believe him. “Vincent…” My voice shook. “Stop. You don’t mean it. You’re drunk.” “I do... I love you,” he said.

Arianna replied tartly as she pressed her palm to hold her itching clitoris, struggling to hold back the surge of heat that has made its muscles loosen and wet. His lips drew into a smirk in return. “Of course I do”. "Then what are you waiting for, make me feel good"she frowned. "Patience". Andre smiled at her. Arianna was about to reply but suddenly she gasped as his thumb stroked the rapid beat of her pulse and his hand cradled the back of her neck. The next music on the playlist started playing. Drunk in love by Beyonce and Jay z. Coincidentally, the song was all about Arianna's present situation.

Or breaking up with me and walking out on me? “I asked if you loved her.” My face twists in what I can only describe as disgust, “What? No! It was a mistake and I know this might stupid to say since it’s gravely overused but, I was drunk. I…I don’t know how it happened and I could have sworn I didn’t drink more than a glass of liquor.” At least, that’s as far as I remember. I only had one glass but whatever it was, it was strong enough to make me lose my senses.

MIA MIA "Why did you drink again?! Don't you have anything to do with yourself?!" I yelled at my annoying boyfriend, Drake. Twirling around like the drunkard he presently was, he began singing “All of me” by John Legend. This was so frustrating for me. I curled my fingers into a fist, tried to resist the urge to hit the asshole out of him. He was literally embarrassing me in front of the jobless people who surrounded us. If I had known he'd end up being this drunk, I wouldn't have dared to follow him here.

These men were not let known of who the enemy was, what they looked like, no - they didn't have enough time to do so. A smile comes across Seth's face, red forming on his cheeks as if he actually drank something beforehand. "Who are you?" The dominant one of their small little two-man group asks Seth, gun pointing to him, finger pressed against the side of his gun as is customary as to not accidentally shoot someone innocent. "What's a drunk like you doing out in the middle of the woods?" Seth pressed his lips together, part of his body going limp as he begins to make exaggerated movements while he speaks, "Why are you fucks in my fucking..." he slurs, pausing for a moment, "...fucking town.

Ooohooo. Loving a person also can make you drunk, You feel like your head is spinning, From my childhood l hate anything that can make me drunk but you... Aaaahaaa l feel that l love you... Yeah.. Yeah.. I love you, And Ohooo deep down in my heart l really appreciate the love you give me in return...., My love..... Love you don't have to be scared, l love you the way you are.... The way you are...... Eeheee..

And yes, I knew it was Tove Lo and not Taller Swift, but drunk-me didn’t give a single fuck about copyrights or clarity. I downed another shot like it was holy water. Like if I drank enough, I could bleach Lucian Blackthorne out of my bloodstream. But he was still there, behind my eyes, on my lips, under my goddamn skin. His hands were still everywhere. My thighs, my mouth, my memories.

92 : "Drunk & High" Drunk & High 92 T A T E The loud music was busting up these four walls of the club, it was pretty pretty loud almost deafening to the ears. I can't even hear my own thoughts, it's crazy. Most men were into groups of four to many were all busy drinking and chattering. Most slut looking women that were around were dancing up against a man or two that they probably just met while I'm here drowning myself with troubles and pain.

I want to get drunk but I am stuck with this stupid pineapple juice! I snorted bitterly. I looked at the bottle of three vodkas. Two are lying down while the other is still standing and only half full. I took my glass before pouring some with it. I took a picture of the bottle while my glass was in my hand. Drunk in Love. I captioned it on my I*******m story. I browsed on my feeds and I stumbled upon my twin sister's i*******m post. It was posted an hour ago. The first photo was her hands...

Drunk in love. "Ride me, babe," I tell him, to wake him up. He's high on pheromones again. "Okay," he whispers in a tiny voice, moving a little, "Hm. It feels so good. You're fucking your cum into me.” I know, I love how wet he feels and how lewd we sound now. It's so dirty. And then he moves that hot fucking body on top of me, his muscles tight and pumped, his neck red and bloody because of the bite.