Drunken Relationship Gl Novels & Stories

"Okay, maybe a little, but the son of a bitch could have told me then that he didn't feel us anymore instead of letting me walk in on him pulling hard on 'Bella the fake bitch's hair and hitting her hard from behind." Fresh glasses of Royal fuck kept getting served and she kept helping herself to them, gradually loosing count and getting slowly drunk. "I mean, I'm sure he was doing it all wrong like he always did with me and I can tell you her moan was fake too. Cole's a lousy lay and she probably took him on to get at me. Guess it worked." More glasses. "I didn't subscribe to a real life porno, you know. What I did subscribe to was a relationship and love. Somehow, that got expired and I wa

I ordered. “Wow.” He mouthed. I wasn’t a regular at the club but I had too much on my mind that needed to be cleared out. Maybe with a few shot of tequila I would forget everything that has been bugging my mind lately. I was here for just drinking alcohol but it wasn’t bad to get laid by a hot stranger. Trust me, one night stands aren’t my thing but I choose to indulge in one tonight. If Drake thinks he is the only one entitled to cheat in a relationship then I could do the same too. Fuck relationship! To hell with any form of commitment. I am done trying to think that something good would come out of a three year relationship! I have had to put up with a whole lot of Drake’s shit! Right now

“Lana blowing up your phone like that… you sure you don’t want to see what she wants?” I took another drag, exhaled slowly. “I don’t give a fuck.” He shrugged. “Fair. She did ruin your relationship.” I didn’t answer and just took another drag. The night stretched on. We bounced between floors—main dance floor, rooftop, back to VIP. More drinks. More bodies. At some point I ended up in a dark corner with the red-haired girl, her back against the wall, my hand up her skirt, her nails digging into my shoulders.

time to let your rock get her alcohol level back to zero, and let her get back to her boring daily routine of working for your mob daddy. That afternoon we said goodbye and she gives me her signature bear hug and told me to cool down and stop hurting myself. Maybe she was still drunk, yeah I was certain that she was. Cause I would never hurt myself, why would I do that? Honestly, I have more than most people out there. But deep on the far corner of my mind I know I wanted the only thing that I couldn't have. Him. I want him. Screwed. So screwed. This relationship thing just turned to a relationshit for me.

I came here to talk about my problem and get drunk, forget about everything that has happened today and maybe all my life. “I always have this fear of a relationship. I don’t want any relationship, Ryan. Is that bad?” I asked after seeing the look on his face. “No, it’s not. But don’t worry, we’ll work on that fear very soon,” Ryan ordered another bottle of alcohol. I didn’t fail to see the evil glint in his eyes but I was too drunk to care.

"I don't intend to let it ruin anything, Mae." "Frankly, it was bound to happen sooner or later, right?" I say, trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe some people just have relationships like that, where they're close enough that random drunken make-out sessions don't complicate things." "Maybe you're right." He's still holding on to my wrist, and something about the way he's looking at me makes my scalp prickle with heat. "Good," I say. "I'm glad we're okay." But even though I now know Alex isn't going to hold my drunken stupidity against me, the weirdness is still there, heavy in the air between us.

My parents are happily married for years and I want a relationship like theirs. "Your wife should have bring her Italian friends. Italian girls are hot!" Joseph said and he's completely drunk at this point. He has lipstick stain on his cheek and his tie was crooked already. "Uhmm.. I think your girlfriend is.. drunk." Miller said and I turned to Jaclyn. I quickly put my drink down and walked to her. She was dancing with some of my friends while holding a champagne glass. "Baby.." I held her body and took her champagne glass away from her.

It was after 2 am, As Evan stumbled into the room, his words slurred and his breath heavy with the smell of alcohol, I tried my best to hide my disappointment. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear the knock," I mumbled, trying not to provoke him any further. He paused and turned to me, walking slowly toward me. As he staggered towards me, anger burning in his eyes, all I could think about was how much longer I could endure this toxic relationship. With each step Evan took toward me, a knot tightened in my stomach. His drunken state only exacerbated his already volatile temper. It felt like walking on thin ice around him these days - one wrong move and everything would come crashing down.

I got up even though I feel like my world's spinning He turns off the lights, gladly he was just nearby so I did walk my way on him. My head falls into his chest, I roam my hands and turn the switch on. As soon as he placed on top of me, I know it wasn't me anymore. I can feel the alcohol's spirit driving me crazy. I thought he'll rip me that night but luckily, not. it feels like a one night stand relationship, we just met for about less than a week and here we are, enjoying each other's body as if we craved for it for a very long time already.

I wasn’t sure if he could hold his liquor or not, but with both shots down and half his drink gone, and I assume nothing to eat since lunch, I could only imagine that he was at least tipsy at this point. “Any big plans for the weekend?” I asked, hoping to keep the conversation going. I idea of sitting in silence with people I barely know was not very appealing. “Nope,” He replied. “How about you?” I took another sip of my drink. “Just research tomorrow. I have a friend visiting from out of town on Sunday, so that will keep me busy.” I smiled as I thought about Jake coming to visit. It was a new relationship made complicated by distance, but that didn’t change the “I want to fuck him all the