Wicked Wednesday: Alcohol

I don’t drink a lot – anymore. Back when I was in college, I drank quite a bit – first when I turned 19 (which was the legal age), and again when I turned 21 (the age changed and they didn’t grandfather anyone in). I’ve never been much of a beer drinker, mostly because I made myself sick on it in high school (although certain beers, like Corona or Michelob Ultra, I do like on occasion), but I love wine, and also Tangueray and tonic, Long Island iced tea, and piña coladas. There’s not a lot I won’t drink or haven’t drunk, but I’ve learned how much is enough. That’s true for drinking in general, but it’s also true for drinking and fucking.

A drink or two is my preference. That much will make me tipsy, pleasantly warm, and horny. It’s just enough to loosen me up and make me aroused, whether it’s beer, wine, or something harder.  A few more drinks makes me more than tipsy – but not stumbling drunk. It makes me hornier, and sex feels good.

One thing I learned early on is that you have to know when you’ve had too much. If you don’t know, you’ll certainly find out by experience. It won’t be something you want to repeat. I remember one time I had had way too much to drink. And I do mean way too much – not just a bit too much. I’m not sure if there’s anything worse than the night I was fucking in doggy style, both of us totally into it and going at it hard… and then realizing I was going to throw up…and I did before I could do anything about it. And then, instead of my partner pulling back on my hair in passion, he was pulling it back and holding it so it didn’t fall into my face as I vomited on the floor. (And no – I didn’t want to continue after that – that’s “too drunk to fuck.”)

Having a few drinks before sex is a fun, but not necessary, thing. And I prefer if we both have a drink or two, if we’re going to drink at all, instead of just one of us.

 

 

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