Fucking Drunk

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Blame it on the booze
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Once or twice a week
I wake up
And spend my day
Getting ready
To fuck you.

I do yoga
To make sure
I’m flexible and
Ready to
Bend and twist
For you.

I watch porn.
Usually pussy licking.
Sometimes bondage.
If I’m feeling like I’ll
Let you,
I’ll watch some
Gentle ass stuff.
Nothing crazy.
But enough to
Put the idea
In my mind
So I’m ready
When you
touch me there.

I play with myself
So that I’m not so horny
That I make it about
You
Making me
Finish.
There are so many
other things
I prefer to do and
I can’t concentrate
Or relax
Or enjoy them if
I need to come.
And anyway
It’s not easy
To come
When I’ve been
Drinking
Which I will
Definitely
Have been
Doing
Before you
Fuck me.

I shave
Everywhere
Shower thoroughly
Lotion myself smooth.
I choose an outfit
To flatter my body
But that doesn’t look
Like I’m trying to
Look good
For you.

And I choose
Something lacy
Or silky
Or soft
And place it
In the bathroom
To change into
When I get home
So I look pretty
Or sexy
Or slutty
Before we fuck.

Then your wife
Picks me up and
Brings me to
Your house.
And we cook
And eat
And drink.

We drink until
She doesn’t care
That you are
Taking me home and
I don’t care that
I’m about to
Fuck her husband.

And then
When I have
Drunk enough
To be
Relaxed and
Ready and
Completely
Fucking
Immoral
We go to my house
And we fuck
And it’s fun
And it’s hot
And I enjoy
Every
Second.

And then
I start to
Sober up
And look at the time
And send you home
To her.

And I try not to
Think about
You holding her hand
While you sleep
Next to her.
It’s hard
To admit
After fucking you
That I sometimes get
Your body
But she always gets
Your heart.

Sometimes I go to sleep.
Sometimes I write.
Sometimes,
Most times,
I play with myself
Again.

But every time
I’m glad
To have something to
Blame my
Behavior on.
I’d never
Fuck
My friend’s husband
If I were
Sober.

But I know
The next time
Can’t come
Soon enough.
I’m
Addicted
To you and
I can’t wait to be
Perfectly
Fucking
Drunk
With you
Again.

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Paul4playPaul4playabout 3 years ago

“That I sometimes get

Your body

But she always gets

Your heart.”

Ouch!

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