StumblingFillies

  https://www.omorashi.org/topic/45397-blonde-urinal-request/ Jezebel, her boyfreind Vito, and their friends Clem, and Corrinne went out clubbing for Halloween. They meet at Vito's apartment to pre-party. Jezebel dressed up as Rosie the Riveter, Corrine red riding hood, Vito a chief and Clem a camera man. After a few shots and joints they decided Vito should go as a naked chef-wearing only a hat. Another joint as they waited to get into the club, and a couple of rounds of shots and beers had them all drunk, and in need of the bathroom. The line to the ladies restroom was extremely long. The mens not so much. “Damn, the lines tooo long,” Corrinne complained.  “Corrinne, why doan wee juzz yuse the mens? affer alll, wee c'n dooot!,” Jezebel suggested, quoting the Rosie poster and making the famous fist.  “Ok, rosie,” Corrine answered. They waited in line. When it was their tirn, Jezebel went first, setting her bear on the urinal, dropping her pants, and peeing, Clem ca...

Last Halloween( https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2022/10/halloween.html ) Fany was the wicked wasted witch. This Halloween she's the Drunk Devil. Though like last year, alcohol is not the only intoxicant the devil has gotten her to consume. No, her pitchfork is a literal representation of the trident of intoxicants she’s under the influence of-Alcohol, weed and drugs.

  A quick wardrobe change, and Carrie stumbled out to the corn maze with a couple of Coors. Someone lit a joint, and Carrie happily began to puff, as the photographer took her photo. “Ghozz ssory!, Im gonna be yer ghozz ssory,” she sang, embracing the season, the first coors now empty and laying on its side on the hay bale she sat on.  See part 1: https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2022/10/what-if-carrie-underwood.html This blog contains nudity, adult themes and sexual situations that is intended for mature adults and is pure fantasy . It contains works of fiction and artwork, and does not condone drug use or unprotected sex - which can be harmful in real life.

  After a couple of bottles of champagne, Erica was drunk. While her big sunglasses served well to hide her glassy eyes, her designer dress, with its open front and loose fit, did not, letting her firm tit slip out.  The beautiful model didn’t mind-she loved good fashion, and good liquor-and with plenty of it, she was in no state to care. The photographer happily kept snapping. Erica grabbed the flute of champagne. Quickly she drained the sweet bubbly liquid. “Champagne tickles my nose,” she noted, clumsily setting down the glass and grabbing the last one. She drank it quickly as well. “Thass all-empdy,” she noted. “Good timing, we need to head over to the fashion show.” the photographer told her, putting the camera away. Erica stood, and stumbled. “You're not too drunk?” the photographer asked, concerned.  “Nooo, im noddazz thing azz yoo zzzrunk i am,” she slurred before adding “bud t'be safe yoo'd benner helb me walk.” Arm in arm they set off. To be continued…. This blo...

  Taylors firm has an interesting incentive for return to office-free booze, pills, and weed. Taylor loves it! Perhaps a little too much. It's not even lunchtime and she's falling out of her chair, as she crawls to get her next intoxicant fix, in nothing but black lingerie.  Sure beats plain old coffee! Like many RTO pushes, the effect on productivity is questionable. On one hand, it got girls like Taylor in. On the other hand, she was extremely intoxicated, not good for productivity, but great for morale. And an intoxicated Taylor is a horny Taylor This blog contains nudity, adult themes and sexual situations that is intended for mature adults and is pure fantasy . It contains works of fiction and artwork, and does not condone drug use or unprotected sex - which can be harmful in real life. See here for the WFH contingent. https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2022/10/blog-post.html

  “Sweetie. Alla beeer ann sun is gonna my hed.  wed benner gow back t' the room before i fffuck yoo ride here on thiss bensh,” Pandora slurred to her boyfreind. “Allready?,” he asked, not surprised. “Yah, im horney ann y'know thad mace me zzzrunk,” she responded, giggling. “Ok, finish your beer and well go,” her boyfriend said. She did just that, leaning her head back so she could get every last drop. Then she strengthened out her leg, and stood, her big breasts jiggling despite her yellow bikini top.  As she staggered to get rid of the empty bottle, she noticed the cabana had fresh coconut rum and bongs. “Ooh, i wann a coconut rum ann a bong hit orr tree,” she declared. Before you could object, the attendant at already given her both, ans she took a big slurp, followed by a big rip. The rum and weed quickly assaulted her beer soaked brain. “Ooh, wow.  Sooo. wow. shit thass ssrong,” she slurred, as she staggered about, bobbing like a buoy in a hurricane. The...