StumblingFillies

Trying a second Version of this images story.  Version 1   In the dimly lit corner of a fine restaurant, a young woman with glassy eyes savored her glass of wine, the last from the first bottle of the evening. She sat across from her date, her back to the window. Her sexy bobbed, blonde hair framed her delicate face, the soft curls falling gently around her shoulders as she swayed slightly in her seat. As she raised her glass, the rich aroma of aged wine promised a taste of the exquisite. With a gentle smile, she raised her finger to signal to her boyfreind that she was finishing the first bottle. The flavors danced on her palate, each swirl a toast to her recent triumph at work. The night was young, her spirits high, and with each sip, she toasted to the future, to the unknown, to life's simple pleasures, and to the friends who would soon join her in this impromptu revelry. The young woman's name was Amelia, a successful lawyer in her mid-twenties. She had just won a diffi...

 Day late-better late than never. In the grand hall adorned with twinkling lights and festive decorations, Jenna Ortega stood by the Christmas tree, her delicate gown shimmering under the chandelier's glow. It looked like Christmas. But it sure didn't feel like it. The wonders of Hollywood. Jenna was glad that it wasn't winter as the skimpy dress her character Princess Elara had to wear was pretty, but not at all warm. Yet she shivered slightly as she looked around at the lavish party surrounding her. The fake snow falling gently outside the windows added to the magical atmosphere, but Jenna couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that seemed to linger in the air. As she picked up a glass of red wine, the tiara on her head sparkled in the soft light of the room. She took a sip, the rich flavor warming her from the inside out. She swayed slightly, already a bit tipsy from the last couple of glasses she had imbibed throughout the evening. Jenna scanned the room, taking in...

  Happy seconn birthday stumblin' fillies.  I've been zzzrinkin' ann smokin' ann popin' pills ann zzzrinkin' alll day ann made thiss birthday cake juzz fer yoo. The cannles arr lit, ann sooo am i.  Mayke a wish baby. Wep, it's been two years since we sadly lost the bb form. That I’ve found, the closest thing as a community we have to a home now is discord, though there are also a few reditt pages. Captain Dunsel marches on on Patron, and Stanmaps continues with the ggw blog. I have no plans to stop, certainly have no problem finding ideas. However, I may change the schedule soon. I may go more than a week between posts=they are a lot of work, getting them to a point where I am satisfied to post. The beat goes on.

  The van rumbled along the highway, as the group of friends laughed and sang along to the music playing on the radio. The sun beat down on them, warming their skin as they gazed out at the rolling landscape passing by. In the front seat, Jake, the designated driver, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music, his eyes focused on the road ahead. In the back middle seat, Sarah and Mia sat side by side, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music and alcohol. They had been friends since childhood, their bond unbreakable despite the ups and downs they had faced over the years. As the van careened around a bend, Sarah turned to Mia with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Heyyyy, 'member thad timme wee wenn skinny dippin' inna lake on a dare?" Sarah asked with a slight slur, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Mia laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, how coud i f'rget? thadduzz won uhf the bezz nighss uhf ower live...

 Hopefully it don't take me another year before I get part 4 out. Time will tell. Heres a reminder link to part 1 &2: https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2023/07/vera-in-hotel-office-part-1-and-2.html Part 3       The first people Vera met as she and her boss got in line for the breakfast buffet of Eggs, bacon, sausage, and potatoes were Astrid and Marcus. Even though the two had discussed their outfits last week over Martinis at lunch, that in no way prepared Vera for the busty blonds outfit. Astrid wore black stiletto heels, black bikini briefs, black fishnet bralette and a white blazer. That was not too noteworthy except the white blazer had no buttons. With a girl as well endowed as Astrid, it was only able to conceal her bralette cups when she was perfectly still or put effort into it. However, Astrid and Marcus had arrived early at 935am, and the busty petite blond had happily volunteered to sample the bloody mary, mimosa, and irish coff...

  “How many is thiss?” your wife asked. “How many drinks have you had, or how many years we're celebrating?” you asked. “Years wee arr celebratin'.” she answered. “2 for stumbling fillies, 15 for girlsgetting wasted, and 24 for Captin Dunsel.” “twenny fore? thass a lot,” she remarked. “Sure is. You gonna drink a drink for every year?” “Im gonna sry,” she responded. “As much as I love seeing your tits, youd better cover them up so we dont get kicked out and you can keep drinking. “'Kay,” she tried briefly, then said, “yoo had bezz helb me.” You stod up, and moved behind her, and did as asked, coping a feel of her big tits in the process. “Thiss'zz goan t'be sooo mush fun tonight, babe.” she said as she squirmed at your touch. “Yah babe,” you said before quickly kissing her on the lips.

  Dolly hadn’t expected her troop leader Mr. Madison to check in on her. Once she noticed him, the 18 year old scout scrambled to her feet, and threw a solute to him, desperately trying to hide her inebriation. Like the booze and bong in her tent, that was not possible. “High ya, misser madison.  I wuzzin esspectin' yoo,” she greeted him. Mr. Madison returned her solute two fold-in the conventional manner, and with the tent he pitched in his shorts. “Working on more than just your camping badge I see.” “Whad d'you mean? Im nod aware uhf any ozzers” Dolly asked, confused. “Dolly, you can barely stand, you're slurring your words, your eyes are bloodshot, and there’s booze and a bong in your tent. That’s good for the Intoxication badge,” he told her “Iddizzz? thass sooo cool!” she said as she drunkenly sat down, revealing her lack of panties.  “Oh, no panties. That gets you the commando badge,” he added. “Cool! sooo, im liyke nod in trouble?,” she asked, making...

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