It’s a nice night. The wind is pleasantly crisp. You have a fresh beer in your hand, and you’re wearing your favorite jeans that fit just right. You lock the door to your apartment; you’re own your way to your girlfriend’s place for a quiet dinner. She’s just left work and is looking forward to a cozy night at home. As you’re about to hop on your commute, your phone vibrates.

It’s a message from your best mate:

Yo bro party at Olivia new place tonight.

Olivia is the girl he’s been seeing for forever, and you never know whether they’re together or broken up. You honestly don’t have any patience for their drama anymore. However, your mate guarantees the party is going to be a ton of fun. He insists you come. He tells you to bring your girl, bring alcohol. You feel a tinge of excitement. It’s been too long since you’ve been to a good house party.

You text your girlfriend the potential change to plans. However, her response bursts the bubble:

Sorry, bb, I had an exhausting day… I think I want to just stay in :/

At this point, you:

a) Ditch the party and go over to her place. This was the initial plan, and you miss spending quality time together.

GO TO 3

b) Decide to go to the party alone. You’re sure she’ll understand. You can always hang out another time, she’s your girl after all. You’ve been needing to release some steam.

GO TO 4

1.

It takes her around forty minutes to arrive. She’s dolled up, wearing that short checkered skirt you like – the one that makes her look like a slutty schoolgirl. When she sees you, she runs into an embrace, her hands flying around your neck. Her balance fails a little, just the telltale signs she’s probably already shitfaced.

“Are you drunk?”

Her mouth curls into a guilty grin.

“Hey, I had to catch up,” she confesses, showing a clear plastic bottle with something that looks suspiciously like Red Bull.

Her body is warm, her skirt is ridiculously short – you have zero problems with her being drunk. At this point, everyone is wasted. You know maybe half the people in the apartment, maybe even less than that by now, and the crowd has turned the living room space into an improvised dancefloor. It’s been a minute since you’ve seen your mate last, you wonder if him and Olivia just waltzed off to her room for a little action.

The thought of it makes you a bit jealous, even more so as your girl dances, teasingly waving her hips, her eyes wide. You pull her closer by the waist, feeling her figure pulsing against your body.

“I need a refill,” she says, flipping her sweating hair off her face, moving away from your almost hard dick.

She doesn’t even give you the time to properly grind against her, to feel her body.

“There’s stuff here…”

“Is there vodka in the kitchen? I’ll look for vodka in the kitchen.”

You follow her, mildly annoyed at her drunk chaotic energy. She’s just being a tease. However, the irritation dissipates quickly when you walk into the kitchen and catch her trying to get a cup of vodka cola together. She’s too cute with all her alcohol-infused clumsiness. Your face curls into a smirk, and you rest against the wall, enjoying the view of her slutty little skirt riding up as she reaches for a glass in an upper cabinet.

“Enjoying the view?” she asks, perhaps a little miffed that you’re no help.

You shrug. “Can’t complain.”

“Why don’t you make me a drink, then?” She pouts a little and places her hands on her hips, and you try not to giggle, because she looks really fucking adorable like that.

“Nah. I’m not your bitch, you know?” She turns around with an amused grin on her scarlet painted lips.

“Sometimes you are.”

You bite your lips, praying you’re not turning red because that would be so fucking lame.

“Not right now I am not.”

“Right… Not tonight.”

She holds herself against the kitchen counter with a devilish glint in her eyes. She reaches under her stupid short skirt, pulling her thong down her legs, all the way to the floor. You recognize it; it’s one of the ones you gave her, the black one with the flowers. It’s so tiny. You barely understand how she can fit in those.

She picks up the panties, fixes her skirt, and walks over to you, holding the full drink precariously with just one hand; the other one occupied with the underwear. She grabs your jaw by one hand, pulling you in for one sloppy hungry kiss that tastes like vodka and sugar.

Then, just like that, she breaks off the kiss, shoves the underwear into your pocket and walks away.

You go crazy at the thought of her roaming through the party – mingling, drinking, dancing, when you’re the only one who knows that there’s nothing underneath that skirt. You keep imagining her tight little pussy there, waiting for you to come get it, the panties burning inside your pocket like a dark secret.

You breathe in deep, look for a fresh beer, and head into the living room again.

You find her on the couch, laughing loudly as she commands the attention of these people you’ve never talked to before. Her legs are crossed. She pulls her skirt up just a bit, higher, just over her thighs.

The little tease.

“Excuse me, fellas. Can I steal the lady for just one second?” You don’t wait for the answer, grabbing her by the arm. She keeps giggling like everything is fucking hilarious and you just want to teach her a lesson.

You find a bathroom – it’s a mess – and push her inside, locking the door behind you.

“What are you doing?” Her innocent tone is almost convincing. “I thought you asked me to come because you wanted me to enjoy the party.”

“Fuck yeah, I did. And you will.”

You love it when she’s feisty and she knows it too. Her red lipstick is smudged just slightly around her bottom lip. You pin her against the tile wall, holding her wrists tight
as the writhers against your dominance. You invade her mouth with your tongue but, she fights back, her tongue darting into your mouth.

It doesn’t take long until you’re grinding against each other. Your teeth torture the skin of her neck as she moans in the back of her throat. You want her to be as loud as she is in bedroom with you. You want her to fucking scream, so everyone in this party will know what you’re able to do to her, how you can easily make her come undone, how you alone give her satisfaction.

Someone is definitely knocking at the door as you bend her over the sink, pulling her hair back hard as you hit her ass with the sharpest slap you can manage. You’re diamond hard from all the teasing – hell, you’ve been hard since the kitchen, and whoever’s on the other side of the door will just have to find somewhere else to piss.

You run a fingertip from her clit to her entrance and she’s so fucking wet, because of course she fucking is – this is what you’re capable of doing for her. You fuck her raw and hard just like she’s been obviously begging for. You grab her hips as she holds onto the sink with both hands, whimpering and begging.

You’re slamming her against the sink – she’ll probably be bruised tomorrow, but you could care less, burying your cock as deep as it goes. She just takes it, goddamn it, like she was made to do this, being such a good girl, just letting you do whatever you want with her.

When it ends, she’s sweaty, holding the sink, her makeup all over the place. The person outside for sure found another bathroom. The music is still loud. You tuck your dick back into your pants, grinning at her through the mirror.

“Let’s go back to the party.”

She holds out an empty palm. “My underwear?”

2.

It’s morning when you arrive to her place. Well, dawn. You debated whether or not you should’ve come at all. At this point, you’re way too fucking drunk to make any real rational decisions. The intention is clear: you missed her. The energy of the party, dancing, drinking, rubbing shoulders with all those sexy ass people, all of it has made you electric. Some girls tried to flirt with you. They weren’t anything special, as it usually is, not like her. They just made you yearn for her even more. On the train to her place, you could only think about her pliant body against yours, how her pussy fights against your cock when you first go in, and she clings onto you, until she relaxes and you take her, wholly.

You’re horny, thought about her the whole night. AND when she gave you the spare key she did say you could come over any time. Maybe she also meant the wee hours. So well, here goes nothing.

Your body is on fire from all the liquor. You try to be as silent as possible. Tiptoeing in the hallway. Luckily, the door to her room is slightly ajar. You take a deep breath, focusing in the dark so you don’t make any noise, but she stirs in her sleep, and makes soft grunts. Hmm. At least she didn’t wake up. The air in the room is dense and dark, the morning light creeping ever-so-slightly from behind the blackout curtains.

You climb beside her. The mattress cranks under your weight. The bed is warm, but she is warmer; her body like a goddamn furnace. The hairs on the back of her neck are a little sweaty. She must’ve really been exhausted. She’s passed the fuck out. She jolts the tiniest bit as you clumsily wrap your arms around her, bringing her close.

That’s when you realize she’s wearing a flimsy little silk. A camisole, baby doll, whatever it is, it’s short and thin. The thought of it makes you tense, the silk riding up the curve of her hip. She smells familiar, so pliant and vulnerable, just there, asleep.

Yours.

Very slowly, your hand travels up the side of her body, her waist, her ribcage, and her breasts underneath all the silk and lace. She makes another miniscule noise, brings her body closer to yours. Your hand goes back down, finding the curve of her hip. You skip a breath when you realize she’s not wearing any underwear. The realization makes your cock strain painfully against the zipper of your jeans.

Sneaky fingers trail down her trimmed bush, finding her soft folds. Your start kissing her neck lightly, while touching her so, so slowly, up and down her pussy, the tip of your finger grazing her clit. Gradually feel her getting wetter, as she gets more and more restless. You manage to open your belt and pants and free your cock from the underwear. While biting on her earlobe, you push your cock inside of her silky warmness.

She immediately gasps, waking. The sound is delightful. Either way, you’re already in. It’s a little rough, she as not as lubricated as usual, and fuck, it feels so good.

“Baby?? Is that you?” Her body is tense, her voice raspy with sleepiness. You hold her tighter.

“Yes, it’s me. It’s me…”

You feel her relax against you, probably still confused by the whole thing, and the thought alone turns you on even more. You push your cock in and out of her pussy, slowly but mercilessly, panting into her ear. Everything is so quiet; you feel like this needs to remain a dirty secret.

Tiny little innocent moans escape her throat. It’s so sexy, how she’s vulnerable and open like this. Your thrusts become more and more erratic, the alcohol making everything fuzzy.

“Come inside me,” she whispers her demand.

“What?”

“Please. I want you to fill me up.”

It’s all it takes. You hold her hips and your movements become erratic as you bury yourself as deep as you can inside her, the world flashing white hot behind your eyelids.

3.

You thought you were going to spend a quiet night in. How is it you ended up handcuffed and blindfolded? For sure, it’d been a while since you’ve had actual time to enjoy each other, but this change of course is certainly unexpected.

She is straddling you, while you tug at the handcuffs. They’re just on the edge of too tight, the metal digging into your skin. You feel her moving on your lap, her warm lips planting wet little kisses down your torso.

The sensation is enhanced tenfold. Every nerve across the entirety of your body seems to be focused on processing and savoring the feel of her mouth and tongue sucking on your skin. Goose bumps rise all over. She knows how to tease, and she knows your weak spots well. She gently nibbles the skin over your ribs.

Just on the edge of painful, a little spark that sends you reeling. The metal is digging into your wrists more firmly now, and she’s taking her sweet ass time, that’s for sure; kissing and biting and licking everywhere but your goddamn cock.

When she finally reaches your groin, your whole body is taut with anticipation. You can’t see her, but you can imagine her shooting up a devilish grin, as your dick strains upwards, begging to be touched. Her breath tickles your pubes.

The world seems to stop as she swallows your cock in one go.

You cry out loudly, “Holy fuck.”

She’s just taking it as deep as she can, your head hitting the soft tissue at the back of her throat. She gags deliciously. It’s fiery and amazing, and you tug at the cuffs again, wishing you could grab her by the hair and make her fucking choke on it, just as she deserves for being such a fucking tease.

She’s putting her soul into it: slurping, sucking, doing everything with the devotion that you’re used to. It’s delicious. Her tongue carefully careses the tip of your cock before she swallows you whole again, her throat contracting around the head.

You whimper and plead: “Just like that babe, just like that, oh yes, please…”

The cool air hits your cock again, letting you know her mouth has vanished. You can feel the anticipation building. What now? What next?

She wraps two hands around your neck, squeezing so violently it immediately cuts off your breath. The restriction, paired with the blindfolds and the handcuffs, is maddening. You feel your head spinning, your hips thrusting up so you can fuck the air. You just want her to go harder – and God bless, she does – tiny fingers gripping so so tight around your trachea.

“Open up.”

You obey, parting your lips that shiver with expectation, as she leans forward. Her spit dribble over your tongue. Her saliva drips down the sides of your mouth, making a huge mess, as you struggle to keep breathing and swallow as much as possible.

“Good boy.”

The humiliation hurts your ego so good. She isn’t often this dominant, but you love it when she goes for it. Being torn between the pain and arousal of submission drives you crazy. You want to answer yes. You want to ask for more. At the moment you have minimal control over your body and that drives you deeper into the sexual frenzy. She lets go of your neck, you breathe in, mind spiraling.

Fuck, that was so good.

It’s not even two seconds before your cock is back inside her mouth, as she uses both hands to jerk you off while going as deep as she can. Naughty, dirty sounds escape from deep inside her throat adding to the fire. You can still feel her fingers on your neck, her grip was so tight it might even leave a mark. Her spit is fucking everywhere, your mouth, your face, your cock…

“Fuck, I’m coming.”

You explode from the tip of your dick to the base of your spine. Hot, thick cum spurts into her warm, willing mouth. It rives your body as you let out an inhuman moan from depths of your throat, all the tension culminating and convulsing.

She swallows every drop, as she always does, your body going numb from total sensorial overload.

This – you decide – is how everyone should get to spend a quiet mid-week evening.

4.

The party was the right choice. The place is fucking huge (Olivia mentioned something about seven or eight people sharing the apartment). It’s a window-old apartment in a yet-to-be-gentrified part of town. It’s filled with people and they got you to down two Tequila shots, right off the bat. A buzz runs through your whole body, an electric excitement. It’s been way too fucking long since you let loose, that’s for sure.

Beer pong is being set up and even though you’re not the best at it, you form a team with a pretty cool dude. After the game, you bond a little over sucking at indoor sports, and there’s this one guy from Brazil who’s making some pretty sweet caipirinhas.

The night goes on. You’re getting wasted fast, the music is getting louder and impossible to ignore. Your feet keeping tapping to the beat as you mingle with some people sitting on a couch. As you’re sitting down, two girls come to sit at your side. They start to chat you up pretty much right away. They’re clearly interested, asking you who you know from the party, what do you do, what part of town you live in.

Maybe it’s your charm. Well, it’s probably the alcohol. And they’re cute. Especially the one sitting closest to you; she has bright light eyes that sparkle a little. They laugh loudly at your jokes, and she keeps touching your wrist and your knee “on accident.” And on any other night, it would’ve been enough. The alcohol is definitely doing something, pumping in your veins, making you feel excited, and turned on.

But one thing is for sure. You’d never do anything to hurt your girl. Flirting is fun and important to keep the flame alight, but the girls are as attractive as they’re plain. To be fair, they’re nice, funny, and gracious even, but nothing compares to the fire you see in her, your perfect and beautiful girlfriend; how well you fit together, how the conversations are stimulating, how the sex is dirty and delicious.

Damn. Now you’re a little sad she’s not here. You mention her to the girls just to make the point – I’m taken. You’re not going to waste their time any further, after all there are plenty of available, good looking dudes walking around, plenty of guys who want to be fucked. But the thought of having her arriving to the party makes your groin twitch. Also, because she’d have the best time; and you know it’d take only a couple of drinks to restore her energy. This is the most fun you’ve had in a while, and you wish you could share it with her.

At this point, you:

a) Text her to come. It’s actually not that far from her place, and you want her here.

GO TO 1

b) Leave it at is. You aren’t one to drink and text anyway.

GO TO 2

5.

A few days after the party, and the memories are still alive in your memory, making you tingly every time your mind decides to revisit them. Sex rudely invades your brain without knocking every couple hours, making it hard to carry on with mundane chores.

But it is the weekend, and you’re supposed to see your girl again. You have some ideas in mind, all of them resulting in your drilling your cock into her. But hey, the weekend has just started. Who knows which adventures it will bring…