StumblingFillies

  ”Thiss will be my lazz marrtini,” Emily slurred, before taking another gulp of her martini. You couldn’t believe your good fortune-stranded at an isolated resort with the beautiful model, who BEFORE dinner had gotten wasted on martinis.  “Ok, Em,” you told your companion, silently thinking, “but not your last drink.”  As if on cue, the waiter brought dinner-steak and potatoes, and cabernet. Quickly Emily finished her martini, and took a large sip of her wine. “Ummmm, i'm a carnivore. I really liyke t' eat meed, ann i love a ssrong caberned,” she declared once the waiter left, leaving the bottle. You watched in awe as the drunk model cut and began to eat her stake. With each drunken movement, her gorgeous tits jiggling under the thin fabric of her black dress. You almost expected them to pop out, but they didn't. With each bite of food, Emily would wash it down with a gulp of wine.  You wondered what the night might yet bring. Emily’s fork wobbled as she speared ano...

 Pt 1:  https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2023/11/yes-dear-i-am-zzzrunk.html Part 2 (AI): Lorraine’s breath hitched as Sylvia’s fingers fumbled with the straps of the harness, her movements sloppy but determined, the alcohol making her bold. The dim light of the living room cast shadows over their flushed skin, the air thick with the scent of wine and desire. Lorraine sprawled across the armchair, her legs parted, skirt hiked up to her hips, her eyes glassy but burning with need. Sylvia, now fully naked except for the strapon, grinned wickedly, her lips still glistening from earlier. “God, you’re so fuckin’ hot like this,” Sylvia slurred, her voice low and rough as she positioned herself between Lorraine’s thighs. The armchair creaked under their weight as Sylvia leaned forward, the tip of the strapon brushing against Lorraine’s slick entrance. Lorraine let out a soft moan, her hands gripping the armrests, her body arching instinctively toward Sylvia. “Stop teasin’ me, Syl...