Drunk In Love Novels & Stories

Opening her eyes, she saw a male stripper coming towards her. "No. Stop, I don't like this." Inara protested and began to struggle but she felt herself weakening. Then it dawned on her that they had drugged her drink. It was the only reason why she was feeling so heavily lethargic. She heard a stream of laughter and giggles coming from the girls in the room. Lights flashed dimly in the blackness of her vision with shutter sounds that clicked rapidly, telling her that pictures of the scene were being taken. She also heard the sound of the music increasing a notch, almost drowning their laughter. Then she blacked out.

“River is a sweet young woman. You made a terrible mistake, but nothing a good talk and groveling would do the tricks.” I gulped another shot of whiskey. “I think it would not work. She told me repeatedly to stay away from her.” I rubbed my tired eyes. I was going to have an alcohol intoxication if I would keep drinking. I stopped drinking any kind of alcohol three years ago, and I might have shocked my system. I felt my world started spinning, and my gut was clenching.

"And that night of our business trip, when I slept with Dylan…. he was not drunk but drugged. I drugged him with a kind of thing which would overstimulate his sexual desires badly and a man of Damien's helped me there to drug Dylan. That man brought that drug to me as per Damien's command and then I did everything as per our plan and I slept with him," Zia felt like someone was stabbing daggers inside her heart harshly. She tilted her head and looked at Dylan whose head was hung. His eyes were closed. His fists were clenched. He was looking, both angry and broken. She knew how he was feeling at that moment….used…tainted….ruined….

"Your brother is right, you should drop that boss thing, and the friendship charade... just find a way to stand in front of her and tell her you want her. It shouldn't be this hard to get a woman." Aiden says as he twirls the glass of whisky in his arms, the eyes sliding from one side of the glass to the other. He is right, it shouldn't be this hard to get a woman, but Love wasn't just any woman... she was different. She was Love for God's sake.

The surface of the transparent glass was fogged with white mist and covered with droplets of water. The water glass was cold, as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator. Eugene barely managed to raise his upper body, emptied the glass, and collapsed back onto the pillow. The smell of vodka on his exhaled breath made him feel drunk again. The surroundings spun as if he were lying on an amusement park ride.

said Nicko smiling at me. “Oh, no more—” “I insist, I’ll drive you,” he said quickly, interrupting my words. “No, I’m fine. And then you drank. It is forbidden to drive after drinking,” I explained here. “I didn’t drink, because I told myself that if I drink I won’t be able to deliver you. I swear even if you smell me. I don’t stink, I smell like a melon.” His words were serious but he was smiling. “I can do the—”

He muttered and slowly released a light chuckle turning to look out the window. “My mother is also threatening to disown me?! Oh wow! When did it get here!” He growled as he slammed his legs on the accelerator and increased his speed. “Oh my God I feel so sleepy,” he whispered to himself again as he raised his hands to try rub his eyes again to clear his drowsiness and drunkenness. “Disown me because of a sex tape?! Who the hell does that!” He muttered, just as he dropped his hands from his eyes he almost got blinding by the shinning light from an incoming vehicle.

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

I wanted to be a wild alcohol drinker until I'm crawling because of intoxication, party with my friends in a club where hot boys do come, and no one can be blamed if ever I got into an accident and die. His appearance in my life is quite disturbing. The first day of the meeting, and I'm already feeling humiliated when my wolf rushed in wanting to mate. In front of my parents, my coquettishness showed that I try hard to hide! And now, there's an arrow intoxicating my body slowly, spreading all the poisons extracted into the arrow. Now, instead of just thinking about myself healing, I will also think about him endlessly without a warning. I woke up, and the first thing I saw is my mother.

His voice dropped, eyes closing with pity. I glanced at his glass of wine. He'd barely gone half glass. “Are you drunk?” “Drunk?” he laughed. “I'm not drunk. I'm in love. Madly, deeply in love with you! But that damn man won't let you realize,” He leaned for a kiss, but I leaned backwards and slapped him. “What the Hell!”