Drunk On Love Novels & Stories

I gave in completely, reckless under his teasing, drowning in the pleasure we shared. Right at the peak, I saw Travis’s face up close. I jolted awake, heart hammering, drenched in cold sweat. My legs felt weak. I wanted to go downstairs and pour a drink just to steady myself. Then I heard a few careless jeers from the living room. “Some men want it so bad they’re going crazy, but because they’re afraid of scaring the woman they love, they play the saint.” One of Travis’s friends lounged on the sofa with a whiskey glass in hand, his voice lazy and dripping with mockery. “Not naming names.”

I was too stunned to speak. I just leaned forward and kissed him. It was desperate and messy, all the confusion, hurt and want poured into the kiss. He kissed me back just as fiercely, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me against him. "You are drunk," he murmured against my lips. "I know." I slurred a bit. "I don't want to take advantage of you." "Then don't." I pulled back just enough to look at him. "But I don't want to go home either."

The door of the red car opened and Austin, Dominic's best friend stepped out, supporting Adelynn's drunk husband who could barely stand. "Sorry" Austin said to Adelynn with a grimace on his face. "I tried to stop him from drinking so much but he just kept downing shot after shot. He drank too much because of his high tolerance for Alcohol. He's going to have a horrible hangover tomorrow" Adelynn grimaced, feeling sorry for herself. Together, Austin and Adelynn carried Dominic all the way to the bedroom. After laying him down on the bed, Austin left while Adelynn stood by the bedside, staring at her husband who was a complete mess. She noticed the lipstick stains on his untucked white shirt a

Adrian became impatient as he hurriedly got through with it. The last thing to be torn was her panties and Ava didn't resist him. She had been waiting for this for a long time now. Within seconds she was left nude as Adrian hurriedly unfastened his belt and his pants were off. “I love you” he mumbled drunkenly as he kissed her again. She wished he wasn't drunk, those words would have sounded like heavenly music in her ears. She would have leaped and threw herself into his arms. But alas he was drunk. Although she knows that drunkenness only brings out the content of the heart. It only means he was already in love with her.

Now the frustration of not knowing kept haunting me day and night. I really shouldn’t have gotten myself drunk the previous night. In my drunken state, I even saw her coming into my room and we started making out. Of course it was just an illusion. Couldn’t be real. It wasn’t the first time I got illusions about her when I was drunk. I would kiss her in those illusions, feel her body with my hand, press on top of her and make her groan…Our body synced together. We would lost in this raw, unbridled passion of love…

"I just left the house, and now you two show up at the hospital. You'd go to any length to fake being sick, wouldn't you?" She set Oliver down and took his hand. The boy was still a little short of breath, but his cheeks were rosy. He looked perfectly fine. Mark, standing next to Jessica, sighed and shook his head. "Ryan, I hate to be the one to say this, but Jessica and I are divorced. You two are the married couple now. She and I only stay in touch because of our son." His words sounded like advice, but the mockery in his voice was impossible to miss.

Listening to a junior kid talk about a failed love story, it made me feel as excited as a glass of Moscow Mule, a combination of Vodka and a unique ginger beer, but unconsciously wanted to learn and enjoy it. I just didn't expect that after being drunk, it made me fall into cumbersome emotions, so tired. That damn love!

“I really do. I’m a mess, I know. I’m difficult as hell, I know. I just… don’t want to lose her memories. But you… I love you.” A small chuckle escaped him, light and content, and then silence. His chest rose and fell steadily, he was finally out. I stood there staring with the phone still in my hand as the video still rolled somehow. I ended it with shaking fingers. Love. He said he loved me. Part of my brain screamed it was just the whiskey talking, loosening his tongue on things he buried deep. But another part, the hopeful one, whispered the truth. Drunk words often carried sober thoughts he kept locked away.

- And what does he say? Louis tipped another portion of vodka into himself and grinned: “They have fucking love… “I love her, she loves me”… Fucking, right? Jeff paused, digesting. Poured more. - What will you do? Have you already spoken to her? “I don’t know, friend, I don’t know…” Lou rubbed his forehead with his palm. The room was already swimming and swaying before my eyes. I wish I could pass out as soon as possible and feel absolutely nothing at all ... No tearing pain, no suffocating love. Realizing that Kit was losing, Lou felt again how then ... how wildly he loved her. To the point of complete madness.

When she got to the stream, she found a group of boys drinking from the water directly with their mouths and messing with it. She grimaced, "hey! You are making the water unfit!". One of them looked up and smirked, "the water is flowing you fool". He however noticed her beauty. He got up to her, "Pretty kind of face". He tried to touch her cheek but she moved back. A second guy rose, "looks like you have got a naive girl there.