Downfall/Don't say anything 2
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You start to get a bit dizzy; the alcohol in combination with the heat takes its toll. Yes, the alcohol, surely, nothing else. You can't think straight and just lie there, limp and unable to speak. | You start to get a bit dizzy; the alcohol in combination with the heat takes its toll. Yes, the alcohol, surely, nothing else. You can't think straight and just lie there, limp and unable to speak. | ||
| - | Kirsten's lips appear on your mouth, crossways to yours. She works along the whole length of your mouth, from left to right. Her tongue explores you to reach the last drops of Whiskey hiding in the cleft between your lips, with enough pressure to part your lips twice. Heat starts to rise from your stomach, and just when you think you might faint, Kirsten laughs and says: "You really are a Musketeer. | + | Kirsten's lips appear on your mouth, crossways to yours. She works along the whole length of your mouth, from left to right. Her tongue explores you to reach the last drops of Whiskey hiding in the cleft between your lips, with enough pressure to part your lips twice. Heat starts to rise from your stomach, and just when you think you might faint, Kirsten laughs and says: "You really are a Musketeer. Whatever I do or have you do, you never freak out. You aren't afraid of anything, aren't you, Debs? I like that." |
She stands up and declares: "I'm going to bed. The day has been terribly stressing. Are you coming, too?" | She stands up and declares: "I'm going to bed. The day has been terribly stressing. Are you coming, too?" | ||
Revision as of 20:30, 26 July 2014
You start to get a bit dizzy; the alcohol in combination with the heat takes its toll. Yes, the alcohol, surely, nothing else. You can't think straight and just lie there, limp and unable to speak.
Kirsten's lips appear on your mouth, crossways to yours. She works along the whole length of your mouth, from left to right. Her tongue explores you to reach the last drops of Whiskey hiding in the cleft between your lips, with enough pressure to part your lips twice. Heat starts to rise from your stomach, and just when you think you might faint, Kirsten laughs and says: "You really are a Musketeer. Whatever I do or have you do, you never freak out. You aren't afraid of anything, aren't you, Debs? I like that."
She stands up and declares: "I'm going to bed. The day has been terribly stressing. Are you coming, too?"
"Yes," you say, but it takes you a considerable amount of time until you got your grip together. When you enter the main room, Kirsten already lies in bed, flat on her stomach. You put on fresh underwear and a tank top from the wardrobe and switch out the lights. You are asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, and this time, it is definitely due to the alcohol.
