Drunk Tank Pink Novels & Stories

" Tank, her new boyfriend, stood at a towering six-and-a-half feet, with muscles that could rival watermelons. He belonged to a biker club called the Gold Vipers. I had only met him twice, and I couldn't deny that he intimidated me. It wasn't that he had been anything but polite, but there was an air of danger surrounding him—a sense of unlawfulness that made me uneasy. Krystal seemed oblivious to it all, or maybe she just didn't care. Her father had left many years ago, and her mother, Bonnie, had never been much of an influential figure. So perhaps she craved the excitement that Tank brought into her life. "I wonder if he has something for me," Krystal pondered, her blue eyes sparkling wit

he couldn´t even read and understand a normal English word and that was cue that he had taken too long without hitting the club. in his private room, he drank glass after glass, he thought that if he was drunk, his conscience wouldn´t judge the women´s bodies or compare them to Cynthia. ¨man, you have to chill, this liquor isn´t going to help¨, Tom said and Drake stared at him as if he had grown horns. ¨since when do you see things with more light than me?¨ Drake fired back and Tom shrugged. as far as he knew, Tom was equally unruly, but what made them different was the fact that Tom had no sense of propriety. Drake scoffed.

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.

The parking lot was almost full and I exited the car and smooth out my dress with my palms. There were groups of people standing around chatting away contentedly. Music filled the air and I walked to the source of the music, scowling at people who had stopped talking to look at me. The double doors leading into the auditorium was slightly ajar and I pushed my way inside almost bumping shoulders with a girl a foot taller than I was. Disco lights were flashing and the dance floor was packed with teens dancing and whooping. More and more people were filing in and out in pairs and trios. I spotted the punch table and made my way over to it, it took me a few seconds to realize that the person ser

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

“Just... taking it in.” She smiled, but I could see the worry she was trying to hide. Inside, the clubhouse felt louder than usual. Someone had put on music — Lynyrd Skynyrd, of course — and the smell of coffee filled the air. “Man, you look like death warmed over,” Duke muttered, pulling out a chair for me. I sat down slowly, ignoring the ache in my ribs. “Appreciate the concern, sweetheart.” Tank laughed. “Careful, he might start flirting if you keep talking sweet like that.”

"Shotgun! I call shotgun!" Tank was bouncing around the lobby, which was no longer the serene boardroom. To match the night's mood, Ren had purchased a "Garage" skin for the lobby. The walls were covered in neon graffiti, oil drums burned with digital fire, and the air echoed with the sound of revving engines. Tank was wearing a new skin: "The Road Warrior." It was aggressive and loud—spiked shoulder pads, a mohawk made of holographic flames, and a leather jacket that said BORN TO FRAG on the back.

"Why? Were you drunk?" I shook my head, feeling a lump forming in my throat. "Drugged." Surprise flickered across Leo's face, replacing some of the anger. "What drug?" "It's called the pink unicorn," I said, panic taking hold of me as I remembered the events of the night. "I don't even know anymore. Everything felt like a dream." Leo's grip on the steering wheel tightened, and he glanced at me with a mix of concern and anger. "The pink unicorn is a rape drug, Rosalina. It's what they use to traffic women."

Since all six of us were starting to groan as we jacked off, Tank turned off the movie and put on some p**n, featuring a super hot MILF, that looked a lot like my mom, getting railed by a big, burly black dude with an enormous cock. "That's what I'm talkin' about," Tank said, smiling. "Look at the way those big titties are heaving while he's pounding the living fuck out of that pussy." I had to admit, I was enjoying watching the kinky sex unfold a lot more than seeing some computer generated space ships zipping around in a distant galaxy. "Just imagine that super hot MILF is Reid's sexy mom, Belinda. I'd love to be the one planting my seed in her," Tank told us, gritting his teeth as his coc

Why pink ,why me " I yelled breaking the alcohol bottle it shutter everywhere I took a sip of some drinking it ruffly. A girl walked pass me and she just look like my pink I knew it,I knew you will come back to me I said, I came down from the car walking towards her and grab her Let go of me, the girl yelled fearfully I held her tight now ready to let go The girl yelled Pls let me go,help me She yelled You are just acting up pink but I love you pls I said kissing her roughly Jennie The unknown guy whom am not able to see his face because of the dark night but he keep on referring to me as pink Who is she I was asking no one in particular as he started kissing me I try my best to get ride of