Novel & Cerita Drunk Thoughts Are Sober Feelings

Both of them enjoying how their bodies move and merge, elated by the sensation and tingles being brought by each motion. Within that moment, all they could see was each other. Nothing else around them mattered, being in their own world of heat and enticement. Duncan became completely enthralled. He was no stranger to drunk ecstasy and lightheadedness, but the one right now was totally different. He can compare it to a rut, but unlike it, as he remained in aware, sane, and happy. Only stopping when a hidden memory within the depths of his consciousness resurfaced.

I chose a bar and went in, ordering a lot of liquor and starting to drink like crazy. Cup after cup, but I felt more and more sober. Why am I getting more sober? Why can’t I just collapse on the floor? I want to get drunk right now so I won’t have to think. That way, I wouldn’t feel hurt or sad. Some people came over. Some men tried to invite me to drink, and others tried to talk to me, but I wasn’t interested in any of them. It’s not Valentino; I don’t care about him at all. So why do I have to deal with these guys?

It smells like damp stone, and my throat feels dry. I try to move, but my body doesn’t respond right away. Everything feels distant, like I’m underwater. My arms, my legs—they're sluggish like I’m still fighting off whatever sedative they gave me. The memory of being drugged rushes back in small, panicked bursts. The drink. The room. The faces… Then darkness.

He placed a glass on my lips and I drank from it, I imagined my mum's reaction if she ever sees me in this state, she would rain thunder and brimstone on me, I giggled as I thought about her reaction, I yawned, "I feel so sleepy" I murmured, my voice was slurred, why wasn't I sobering up? Instead, I was feeling so strange, my mates are in there, drinking and dancing, and none of them is feeling terrible like me, why can't I just be like them? Aires will be so disappointed in me already, I made to move but my body would not listen to me, "I want to go inside" I managed to murmur and I felt Henry's hit breath on my cheeks,

My taste buds are mesmerised and my mind is clouded, as I let the bottle empty itself into my glass. With each sip of the wine, the room begins to blur before my eyes, my inhibitions slipping away with every passing moment. I find myself lost in a sea of colours and sounds of stillness, my feet no longer grounded as the world around me spins. Everything around me seems to be moving in slow motion. As the alcohol starts to take a firm grip on my consciousness, emotions take over and pour out in a torrent of reckless behaviour. I find myself being bold and uninhibited, wanting to say and do things I may not have the courage for if I were sober.

"Man, are you sure it's not the drink talking, your emotions are running wild." "Have you ever heard a drunk man blurt out things from their mind rather than when they are sober, it's because they feel so good and hold no restrictions in their heart, they feel so free and on cloud nine, spill out the whole beans out of their head? Why do you think if a woman wants to find out a secret from a man, she makes him drunk because she knows he is going to say something that will lead her on her mission, dummy.' I lazily dropped the bottle on the table with my numb fingers and I felt somewhat dizzy but I kept drinking.

Clara lowered her voice and hissed, “No one knows the effect of the runes better than I do. Drinking it and using it on your body are two different things! Since you drank it, it’s impossible for you to stay sober like you are now! You must be lying!” “Who told you that I’m sober?” Sienna laughed, and a tinge of madness flashed in her eyes as she said, “I’m not sane at all now.” Her head was a mess, and countless pieces of information kept running back and forth. All kinds of crazy ideas also kept filling her mind, and it felt as if her mind could explode at any moment! If she was sober now, she could only stay sober for a while, and her soberness could only be maintained for a while under e

She sniffs, and then walks away. I return to the drink in my glass, I almost empty the bottle. I finally drag myself from the counter. As I stumble to my room, drunk. I could barely see properly but I managed to walk into my room without falling flat on my face. I crash on my bed, facing upward. In no time I begin to drift into a state of quiet, weightless slumber. The lines between imagination and reality start to blur. Someone creeps up on me, my hazy vision became clearer. And the faint outline of her body becomes visible.

I start walking up to her house. As soon as we enter, the knowledge that we're now alone, drunk, horny with two or is it three condoms in my pocket knocks into my senses. Drunk sex is nice and all but there's always that huge chance that you or the other person might regret it in the morning. But the alcohol is already doing something to my already dirty thoughts, making me imagine fucking Olivia against the front door or that wall and anywhere else. "You were right, this drunk part is definitely interesting." She giggles, rubbing her temples.

he chuckled and I just shook my head thinking about their habit. "Drinks?" He asked while my eyes scanned the drinks placed on the table. It has been few years since I distance myself from all those drinks that make me drunk but tonight I just feel tempted to make myself drunk so I can forget all the negative feelings that eat me alive. "Make me drunk tonight," I said which make him gasped. "Woah, calm down friend. What happens after years of staying sober?" He looked at me surprised at my request. "My mind is kinda messed right now. I just want to clear everything out," I poured the beer in the empty glass and gulped it in one goal ignoring his gaze.