StumblingFillies

  ”Happy new yeer,” Sophie greeted you at the door. Smoke billowed out, as she desperately clung to the door frame so as to not fall. Her big melons jiggling within the thin net bag of her outfit. A lit joint dangled from her full lips, adding to the smoke “Damn, Sophie. It’s not even…(cough)”, you checked your watch, “Noon, and you're wasted,” you noted, coughing from the smoke. “I guezz i starred the pardy a li'l erly, he he,” she giggled. Then she continued, “Hope yoo donn mine?” You promptly replied, “Mind? No. I love intoxicated girls. And getting them intoxicated. And them getting intoxicated for me. You know that.” You took the joint from her lips and leaned in for a kiss. She was a moving target, so you first kissed her cheek, before finding her plump lips. The kiss tasted sweet of champagne and weed.  When you pulled away, you continued, “Love your outfit. What little there is of it. Which is why I love it.” “Ssangs.  Shay, dizz you brin' any shampaign?...

“I donn nowe 'bout 'faithful', bud the cum pard wee liyke,” the blond slurred, her snow globes jiggling under her red blouse. Her dark haired roommate was leaning on her inorder to not fall down like the snow. She knocked back her martini, and said, “Yah, iss cold oud side.  How 'bout i pour us summ zzrings ann wee see iff wee c'n mayke it a nod sooo silenn night?” “Ann herald angels sin',” their third roommate called out from behind them. The three wise men gladly accepted the offer of the gorgeous, braless, drunk women.  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 - all of which can be harmful in real life. This artwork is solely the work of others.

  As the lights on the Christmas tree flickered Dani flicked the lighter and lit another joint.  The woman sat lost in intoxication, her fingers delicately up another pill, which she popped in her mouth, and washed down with a swig of jagermeister.  Amidst the twinkling lights, she found solace, a fleeting respite from the world, as her heart embraced the spirit of the season and whispered silently, "Get wasted, for that is a true gift of Christmas."      Dani may be on the naughty list, but she's such a good intoxicated ho, she's Santa's favorite Ho. High on spiked eggnog, Jager, weed, and pills, it's easy to see why.  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 - all of which can be harmful in real life.  Im experimenting with some AI. I modified the results some, but the first thr...

  A copy was uploaded to discord. It was 38 pdf pages. I'm going to try posting it-format will be rough since I don't know how to post a pdf. Note I am NOT the author. ‚Well… that is a great end to the year‘. A couple of weeks ago Red Chase got a new neighbor and she is a stunner. So normally the recently divorced 40 year old instantly set his sights on this prey as a method of proving that he still got it. Elaine Smith was rumored to play it fast and loose with her male friends. At least that’s what Ethel from three houses down the road told Muriel, widowed wife of the last mayor, during their daily routine of chatting for at least an hour over the hedge fence between their houses. No problem for Red. He introduced himself just 2 days after she moved in and over the last few weeks established that he was the neighborhood handyman. Elaine never noticed that he never helped out the other neighbors but of course that was all the better. Leaking roof? Pfff, child’s play. G...

  “ I sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugar I sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe,” you sagn to your girlfreind, from the George Strait song . She was anything but straight, clearly drunk and high, leaning against the kitchen island, swaying like a palm tree in a hurricane, a lit joint hanging from her lips. “I nowe yoo doo, honey,” she said, stumbling about and setting the tray down and taking yet another for a toke and drink. “Im one luck man”, you said, as she used both arms to support herself and let out a cloud of smoke. “Thiss'zz the lazz bash.  Im too zzzrunk ann high,” she told you. “Ah, and now they're ready for icing?” you asked, dropping your pants, letting your hard candy cain spring free. “i’m zzzrunk, high ann horrnny. Wee juzz wo'nn stell sanna” she decided, dropping to her knees, and began to suck your candy cane. Following up on the concept from last year-1 set of photos, two slightly different versions. Other version of this: https:/...