Drunk Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Every question now felt like a weapon designed to expose and arouse. “Never have I ever had a gangbang fantasy,” Marcus said, his voice rough with desire. I drank without hesitation, my hand slightly shaking as I set the bottle down. All five of them stared at me with pure predatory hunger. Tyler delivered what felt like the final blow. “Never have I ever fucked more than one person in the same night.” I drank again. The stories that followed were extremely explicit, full of threesomes, watching friends fuck, and sharing partners. My nipples ached painfully. A visible wet spot had formed on the crotch of my shorts. I was dripping wet, my pussy throbbing with urgent need.

he said refusing to let Celestine pull his body to follow her. "C'mon! Why not?" "I'm talkative when drunk and I often forget everything after and just remember them after two days. Well, that just happens every time I'm so drunk like, won't be able to stand on my own kind of drunk." "Oh, so you're playing safe and doesn't want to unconsciously tell me about your secrets?" she joked while wiggling her eyebrows. "Yeah, you got it right." She let go of his hand and folded her arms against her chest. "Okay, but did you know that I'm every time I'm drunk I often feel the desire to have sex?"

“Naomi…” “The first time I had sex was at college and I was drunk.” She spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully. “The next morning, he snuck out. And that was the pattern that was set and which stuck, for years. Drink, pick up, have bad drunk sex, pretend to be asleep the next morning. Or sometimes I was the one to sneak out, my head pounding with a hangover and my sense of balance all fucked up, and on those mornings, he’d pretend to be asleep.” She sighed. “Even with boyfriends, it was always about drinking and then having sex. I’d wake up and stay, but we’d both be hungover and sick as dogs.” “You’ve really never slept sober in bed with a man? Never woken up clearheaded?”

I had a ridiculous amount of sex over those two and a half months, with seventeen different women. Seven of them were one-night stands, including one drunk girl I made the mistake of letting into my dorm room one night. After that, I would politely turn away the other drunk women who showed up at my door. I talked with enough of them afterward that I understood some girls felt the need for "liquid courage" before they had enough nerve to try to get with me and my nine-inch dick.

We were the perfect love story, and we could have remained so…if only I hadn’t…. “Liv, what do you want?” Mark asked, snapping me out of my thoughts again. My eyes darted over the menu, “Ummh, could you order for me. I need to use the restroom real quick.” I barely heard his response as I literally sprinted towards the restroom. Have you ever been horny? I don’t mean that little urge you feel when you’re next to a man you like. I’m talking about full blown crazy need for sex. You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying.

It's been five good years yet I'm still deprived from sex and honestly it's been exhausting and emotionally draining. ****** It was past 11:30pm and I stood to go home. After drinking for the longest time, I was very horny…like really horny. I got into the car, half drunk and half aware of what I was doing. I drove back to the Blackwood Mansion. The mansion was still the same, towering amongst all other houses there. Every corner was decorated with ornamental flowers and two guards were always standing at the door. I managed to walk inside trying to hide the fact that I was really horny and not in a good condition.

The night wore on, our conversation flowing freely, until we found ourselves in a cozy bedroom, lounging on a plush mattress, our inhibitions lowered by the alcohol. They each took turns taking my clothes off, while I undressed the three of them in turn. They first took turns having sex with me while I gave the other a blow job, it was uncomfortable being on my hands and knees for so long and neck was starting to hurt from gobbling meaty, fat dicks but fuck it, it was go big or home at this point. So I threw Ryder on his back and sat on his face while sucking on Ronan's rock hard dick. The rhythm between us flowed pretty well

Twice. Her nails dug into his back through his shirt. The table creaked. The city lights flashed behind them. It was filthy. Fast. Raw. The kind of sex you remember for the rest of your life not because it was romantic—but because it ruined you. He fucked her until her voice broke, until her legs shook, until she came gripping his shoulders and sobbing his name. He held her through it. Groaned into her neck. Then pulled out at the last second and came all over her thigh with a low, wrecked sound.

I could still think normally but if anything the alcohol only made me more aware of the boredom and lust blooming. The kind of lust that makes bad ideas sound like good ones. Biting back a yawn, I tried to scan the room for Cassie again, only to gaze upon the most ethereal-looking man I had ever seen. I could barely make him out from all the dark lights, but his brown hair and tall frame were more than enough. The structure of his face screamed handsome. I downed the rest of my drink, set the glass down, and walked over before I could talk myself out of it.

"But I may have imagined this scenario once or twice." Felix's laugh was low and sensual. "Only once or twice?" Before she could answer, his thumb found the damp center of her panties, pressing firmly against her clit through the silk. Wendy gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "So responsive," Felix murmured, increasing the pressure. "I've imagined making you wet like this during every boring budget meeting for the past year." His confession sent another rush of heat between her legs. "Tell me what you want," he commanded, his thumb now moving in slow circles. "I need to hear you say it."