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I love to be taken. Not in a dominant way, but a passionate way.
Although I prefer the more "fruity" drinks (I don't really like the taste of alcohol), I drink to get impaired. So I don't mind doing shots or guzzling the alcohol to reach my goal. That being said, I don't really have a favorite drink. However, liquor releases my inhibitions.
The best sex I ever had was after a 4 LOKO and a Slurpee cup full of a blended mix of a lot of vodka, fruit concentrate, and frozen fruit. My SO and I were far beyond "drunk." We're both adults, so we know to stay hydrated to avoid feeling sick. We turned off the TV and retired to bed.
Before I could get my robe off, she pushed me down on the foot of the bed and started feverishly pleasing me with her mouth. It should be noted, I'm a lover, not a fighter, so I'm usually turned off by violence. Dominance is the opposite of what fuels me; desire is. However, I was heavily impaired. I didn't care. I wanted her, and I wanted her now.
After some sort of drunken wrestling maneuver, I had her pinned down on her back, one hand holding her hands above her head, the other firmly grasped on her throat. She's too self-conscious to enjoy oral, so I was free to focus on what we were doing. Not that she had a choice.
She was more than ready, so when I positioned myself, there was no resistance. I varied that position a few times, releasing her hands and/or throat to hold up a leg or two. About ten minutes and a puddle later, I decided we should move this the rest of the way onto the bed. I withdrew and smacked her on the rear, which is my signal for her to turn over, and kind of guided her the rest of the way onto the bed.
With a handful of hair in one hand and a handful of rear cheek in the other, I could move with full force, my hips meeting her softness again and again. Her orgasms were so powerful that she'd nearly push me out with the pressure she exerted when she clenched. It was during one of those that my own "eruption" became inevitable.
At that point, I was gripping both her shoulders, holding her close as I came undone. I pulled away and gave her rear a slap, then reached around to give her one last touch with my fingers. Once she got over onto her back, she started pulling up the blankets. She told me she was done for the night and rolled over to her side, snuggling the blankets as she turned.
Before I could even adjust my pillows, she was fast asleep. I have insomnia, so I keep a clock visible to track how many hours I'm asleep or awake. I remember, it was after 1 AM. My alarm woke me at 10 for me to get up and take my meds. I, too, had fallen immediately asleep. I slept the whole night.
We hadn't gone at it like that in over a decade. That was a year ago, but I remember it as if it was just last night.