Drunk On Love Novels & Stories

I said bitterly. He gave me a look like You are too dumb to be believed. “Honey, as someone with a great deal of experience in this department – gay or, quote unquote ‘straight,’ it doesn’t matter – believe me when I tell you this: anytime a gorgeous man with horrendous family issues gets raging drunk and tells you he loves you after only knowing you a couple of days, there will be drama with a capital ‘D.’” “I didn’t ask him to say it,” I whispered.

I had a bad premonition about this. “What! Darcy, you drugged me?” Ronan sounded shocked in the background, and so did I. “Yes, Ronan. I drugged you last night. I spiked the wine. You only took a few sips, but you felt the effect. I wanted you to make me feel like a woman finally, but no. How could you say you love me when you went to fu*k your wife instead?” Ronan was quiet, but I knew he would finally explode.

“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.

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.

I was a fool too, gambling my life away for two people I shared blood with, but barely knew them at all. Tears started pouring from my eyes. I was so lonely and helpless in that situation. “Are you sure, Mi Amor?” He asked again. I closed my eyes tightly and nodded my head in agreement. “Yes! I am sure.” I whispered in response, feeling empty. “Pull away, Dexter.” He ordered on the phone then hung up again. I knew in my heart that I was the biggest mistake of my life. But I had already done it. I had burned all the bridges.

Hannah is standing on the bar, lip singing a pop song. Two things I could say about this. The song was great. One of the best I had heard actually. And Hannah damn sure knew how to put on a show. Almost half the club had turned to watch her. Wow. I see there are only theee glasses on the counter. She must be a light head if three glasses of alcohol are enough to make her this drunk.

I couldn't help but pity her. Believe it or not, I lost count of how many glasses of cocktail Meadow drank while listening to her love problem. I felt dizzy when I realized I had 5 of mine. "Oh my!" I felt alarmed. I wasn't able to track the time. We were so immersed in her severely crushed emotion that we didn't monitor how the drinks got us drunk. I had no idea how it feels to be drunk but I felt odd after consuming a lot of it.

Because of his sick words. He leaned closer. Brushing the tip of his nose against hers, he breathed her subsiding breaths which were tickling the skin of his philtrum and lips. “The destination where I’ll show you my love,” he closed his eyes as his palm received the light weight of her face. He smiled unwell, mumbling, “where there’s no limit of insanity, tesorino.” (Little treasure)

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