The Quickie Chronicles - Drunk In Love

I've been drinking, we've been drinking...

Clock approaches midnight and my mind races on all the ways we can say goodbye to this place.

I sit on the couch, legs tucked underneath me, and look over at you.  Sprawled out, feeling all of the brown you've been drinking.

I giggle, get on my knees and crawl over.  I begin teasing you through your PJ pants.  You don't pay me much attention.  I don't mind, I don't yet have a plan.

I start unbuttoning the slit in your pants to give myself better access.  I pull you out, growing harder with each stroke.  We look at each other, I giggle again before I go head first....

Cigars on ice, cigars on ice...

I've grown tired of the couch.  We've had to many of our sexual exploits in this room.

I get up, letting go of my last mouth full and walk into the kitchen.  I know I won't have to wait long before I hear your footsteps behind me, wondering how I could leave after I'd barely started.  You wander in, bottle in hand, swigging away.  I take it from you, few more shots to the head before I ease down your leg to a squatting position and use your thigh for support.

I pop up thinking of ways to make this more interesting, not that my #mouf needs any improvement.  I open the fridge and freezer.  I know you're confused, I normally keep a strict no food policy.  Sugar and the cooch don't mix but....

I grab an ice tray and make my way back to your thigh.  I pop out a cube and trail it gently against your length.  I play with you and the ice in my hands until it's small enough to fit you both in my mouth.  I swirl the ice around in my mouth, teasing every part of him, all the while trying to keep my mouth as warm as possible, not stopping until you've coated my throat.

We be all night,
And everything alright
I move up off the floor and grab is hand.  New room, new event.
He lays on the bed as I light every candle in the room.  Drunken nights are never filled with many romantic moments, so before the liquor takes over my whole body....
I take off my robe, revealing nothing underneath and slide on the bed next to you.
I lay on my side and just trail my fingers up and down your chest.  I'm done being the aggressor.  I want to be innocent, delicate.  I want to be taken advantage of.  Ravish me and the sheets....
My telepathic message isn't passing thru my fingertips.  I'm not laying helpless on this bed all night without feeling you inside of me.  I know you're rested.  I see him up again.  I climb on top of you and slide down on your length.  Bouncing lightly.  You grab my hips and swing me onto my back,  You thrust in and out of me quickly, forcefully.  My legs around your neck, I pull you closer and closer to me.  Our mouths touch, we kiss deeply, my legs greet my ears.  You pull out of me quickly and roll my over.  Deep long strokes from the back.  I try to keep up, try to match them, but my body collapses.  I can no longer hold myself up on my knees. Mission accomplished.

Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard, surfboard
Accidentally filled the tub up all the way.  Trying to recover, decide to ride the wave.  On wobbly legs, I stand, grab my bottle and drown my throat.  I hobble out the room and slam the bottle on the dining room table.  You come in, leaning on the door frame, wondering what exactly my drunk ass is doing.  I motion for you to come closer and push you up against the table.  Order you to lay down.  This strong, sturdy, mahogany won't break or splinter.  I climb on the table with you and squat over your face.  I bounce down on your tongue repeatedly.  Just...
Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
Trying to maintain my balance, I end up on my knees, grabbing for the end of the table until half of my body is just hanging over. Your firm grip on my hips is the only thing holding me up...

We woke up in the kitchen saying,
"How the hell did this shit happen?"
Oh baby
I don't even know how we got back in this room.  Last thing I remember is handstands off the dining room table....
The sun is out, my body is worn, my head is fucked.... You talmbout...
your breastses is my breakfast...
I just tell you to quit.
I've been drinking watermelon.... ALL DAMN NIGHT
I want breakfast and a nap.  I want you there with me but....
Maybe we need a shower first...
SHIT. we have to pack.