‘I’ve never smoked, but after seeing this I want to smoke hashish with Altaïr. I think he would ease me into it real slow and smooth, blowing air into my mouth before kissing me, groping me and letting me grope him too. It’d been so hot to join this uuuhhh… mile high club 😉’
(Link to art that inspired me: https://enrychan.tumblr.com/post/40606505556/am-i-too-late-for-the-party-i-tried-to-draw)
Crawford finds out that I have a thing for tea, so he gets a cup, and unbeknownst to me, it’s drugged. I drink it, then start to feel strange and horny. I then do a strip tease which arouses Crawford, then we end up having hot and heavy sex, lasting long into the night.
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‘Jacob is working as a waiter at the restaurant which I happen to be in late at night – right before it closes. I’m not amused with his services and flirting, finding it repulsive, telling him about it. The expression on his face changes because he isn’t used to be refused by girls. So he decides to avenge me. He brings me a cocktail, saying this one’s on the house. I nod and drink it as he goes away. It tastes fine but after a couple of minutes I start to feel that there is something wrong with me. My body is like on fire, I can’t breath normally, my heart is pounding fast. Then I understand that he added some kind of aphrodisiac to my drink.
‘Angry, I’m rushing to the kitchen that is surprisingly empty and find Jacob standing near the sink, washing his hands. “Fucking bastard! What have you done?!” I scream like crazy, waving my hands while he puts a pleased smile on his face. “I gave you something interesting. Maybe now you are going to be more… agreeable.” I must admit that I haven’t been really honest with him before – he was sexy indeed, but I didn’t want him to turn up his nose much. And now I was furious with him and at the same time I wanted to grab him and fuck him senseless.
‘I throw myself on him, kissing Jacob with thirst I can’t appease. He bangs me right on the kitchen table, from time to time playing with food and me. I feel myself satisfied only after a second round. We are both exhausted and sweaty and I see that my dress is a bit torn off. “Look at what you have done,” I exhale but don’t seem to really care about it. “Sorry, I just wanted to ask you out to be honest.” My eyes are opened wide and then I burst into laughing. “Well, I will go out with you only because you were so inventive and I am drenched in your sperm, lad.” Now we both are laughing.’
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