Drink and be Merry

Drink and be Merry Drink and be Merry

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

There's more than one way to drown in an alcoholic haze

Summary

There's more than one way to drown in an alcoholic haze

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Submitted: November 02, 2015

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Content

Submitted: November 02, 2015

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Drink And Be Merry

After a particularly crazy college party, I was walking home across Parker's Piece on a warm late Spring night (very early morning, really, I guess). I was feeling horny and my left hand was under my skirt as I walked along but I really, REALLY needed to bring myself off, so I dropped to the grass with my back against a tree, a glazed look in my eyes, no doubt, and a mellow warmth in my tummy and below. I put down the bottle of Merlot I'd 'rescued', but as I let my fingertips trail across the neck of the bottle, I just knew my fingers alone were not going to satisfy me tonight.

I could hear the sounds of other revellers nearby as I stroked the top of the wine bottle between my lips, gently testing my opening and feeling my muscles twitching... tightening at first, then blossoming as the smooth glass slipped inside. I looked around... both hands holding my 'lover' firmly between my legs then beginning slowly to slide back and forth, round and round as I found my rhythm and felt my juices well up and seep out to dribble along my crack. I was going to... Yes... Nearly... NEARLY... GOD!!!! Why couldn't I get there? I was horny, wet, very wet, my clit was hard but I needed something more... I needed to bring my 'lover' too. In despiration, I yanked at the slippery cork; why had I pushed it so far in???? Bit it between my teeth, tasting my sex all over it and savouring the slippy texture of my juices and the heavenly scent of arousal, even more desperate to finish... then, 'plop' with the cork held tight, i thrust the open neck deep, deep inside and as the cool liquid gushed around my most private places and I frantically pumped between my legs, the dam burst over me and the sounds of my orgasm shattered the night air...

Vaguely, I heard the cheers and even a shout of 'go girl!' from a woman whom, just then, I soooo needed to be holding. I sat there, still against the tree, knees apart, wine streaming out of me as I made sure I was totally satisfied and a calm descended over me. And as the world came back into (soft) focus with the pink hue of dawn streaking the treetops, I got to my feet, feeling my sopping wet skirt mold itself across my bottom and the backs of my thighs.

It was then, the moment I began walking towards the canal, that I understood... if you're a girl, you don't have to DRINK wine to get merry!


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