drunk love

I’m drunk

It’s funny, isn’t it, how liquid courage frees your tongue? The amou7nts of times I’ve received phone calls from drunken admirers, voicing their fantasies because the alcohol sloching around d their system says it’s a good idea. I’ll always laugh and feel an little embarrassed fr them, knowing that they’ll feel even stupider the next day when sobriety hits them aroud the head and grinning, thrusts a phone into their hand. The messages are there, grossly misspelled flirting proclaiming undying loe for either me or my tits or an exreme desire to fuck me senseless

I’m drunk

It’s funny, really, how liquid courage frees your tigue. Thisn is to you, telling g yhou that I’ve always wanted you, still want you, want to tie you down and take you hile you beg for m to stop because its hurting.

I want it to hurt, you see… I want to hurt you, because every moan of pain makes pleasure so mush sweeter. I want to draw blood, want to lap it up while you buck and writhe underneath me. I want you to pump into me, harder, darker faster, making me scream. I want to tie you up and ride you senselessly until you scream for me sotp, that you can’t take any more, and then I’d keep on going anyway.

I know you want me to do all this, and want to do all this to me, but I’m drunk and you’re fantasisn g, so you probab;y shouldn’t take much notice of what I say.

No matter how true it may or may not be,.

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Artist's note: Typos are entirely deliberate; I did write this while drunk, and I think the typos really makes you feel it. Because seriously, whoever got a drunk text that had perfect spelling/grammar? Come to think of it, getting a sober text with perfect spelling/grammar is a rarity nowadays...