It’s All A Blur

If you thought this post was going to be about a pop group.  Wrong!  I was thinking yesterday of all the things which have happened to me as a result of over indulgence in alcohol.  We all have those memories the morning after and hope that nobody noticed what we did the night before.  Or hope they put it down to you being drunk at the time.  😀

Somehow my over indulgence meter didn’t kick in when I was younger and I always ended up going round on that bloody merry-go-round and being sick.  🙁  I recall being at a party with a bf and over indulging.  He had the brainy idea that I should eat burn toast, as it made you come round.  I was in no fit state to argue with him.  But I do recall the smell of burning bread and that made me wretch.  Despite my nearly coating the kitchen table at our hosts house with vomit, he insisted that I bite in to this piece of blackened toast.  Well, you can guess the rest can’t you…

I recall being at another party with my gf’s and them all copping off with someone, leaving me downstairs chatting to strangers.  Before I knew it I was more than a little worse for wear and started crying that nobody fancied me.  This guy I forget his name, came over and gave me a hug.  Next thing I know he is kissing me.  He wasn’t too bad either.  I spent the night getting to know him whilst my friends had their brains shagged out upstairs.

We just talked and kissed and he had a quick play with my breasts but nothing more than that.  When the party ended we exchanged phone numbers.  I had second thoughts the following day when I realised that I had my beer goggles on when I kissed him the night before.  I didn’t call him and I was rather thankful that he didn’t call me either.

My best friend and I went to see some strippers one evening.  One of the acts was a Tarzan like guy with a snake.  After he did his act I followed him round the back of the stage to see his snake.  Ok, you can stop laughing now.  He had a beauty…a six foot boa constrictor.  Now if I had been sober I don’t think I would have done that.  😀

My common sense momentarily left me one night when I asked a male friend of mine to go upstairs and I would send up my friend to meet him.  Let me just give you some background here.  The girl was my lesbian best friend.  I can’t recall how I managed to persuade her to go upstairs in to that bedroom.  But I do remember everything being quiet when she entered the room.  I stood and listened with my bf of the time.  All was quiet…then five minutes later she emerged from the bedroom and down the stairs crying.  I never found out exactly what happened.  She didn’t want to discuss it.  It took me days to make back up with her and taught me a very valuable lesson, don’t try and convert anyone sexually, especially not when you have had a drink.  Now, if only I could get John Barrowman…

Once whilst clubbing with some GFs a persistent guy kept on coming on to me.  Dancing really close almost rubbing his groin on my ass.  I tried to very politely ignore him but he was having none of it.  No matter how much I declined his offers of drinks, dances and to suck him off (only joking with the last one!), he just wouldn’t take no for an answer.  So in my slightly inebriated I hatched a plan.  I grabbed hold of my friend and began to give her a deep tongue probing kiss.

She was slightly taken back and I think that was why she didn’t resist.  Although I am bi she wasn’t.  She let me continue to kiss her.  When I parted from her lips, she had a slightly shocked and stunned look on her face.  I smiled and turned towards the guy, who had obviously enjoyed the floorshow.  “I’m with her”, I said and we turned heels and made for the bar.  It worked, he didn’t bother us again that night.

But the most significant drunken event was the loss of my virginity.  But not to a total stranger.  To my bf, who I had been seeing for about 4 months.  I heard you all panic then for a moment that I had gone off with a total stranger and been taken advantage of.  No, it wasn’t like that at all.

I missed my bus and he persuaded me to stay over.  He still lived at home with his parents and they were in bed.  We crept in to the house, up the stairs and it to his room.  I started to talk and he shushed me, as his parents were in the adjoining room.  We both undressed in the dark and slipped under the covers naked.  My intention was to cuddle and nothing more.  He had different ideas…

He was laying behind me spooning up to me and I could hear his breath against my ear.  It was becoming deep and fast.  His hand was around my waist, very innocent.  He had felt up my breasts, taken them in his mouth but never done anything down there.  I could feel his presence against my buttocks.  He had an erection poking in to my flesh.

I stayed in position trying not to bring attention to his arousal.  Then he started to rub up against me and he reached down between my legs and started to rub me through my panties.  Of course I left them on, it wasn’t like I was going to screw him or anything!  I recall him asking “Do you want to?”.  I had to think about it for a moment and then I replied “yes”.  He entered me from behind and gently fucked me.  It’s all a bit fuzzy now but I did enjoy it.  Despite being close to my 18th Birthday I still felt a little guilty for loosing my virginity.

It wasn’t like I slept around or was under age but I felt bad for quite some time afterwards.  Don’t get me wrong I have no regrets about loosing my virginity in that way.  It wasn’t at all sordid or meaningless sex, I thought I loved the guy at the time.  I have wondered a few times over the years, would I have allowed him to take me if I had been sober?  Who knows.

This topic will have to be revisited at some point because I’m sure as soon as I leave the keyboard more memories will come flooding back to me.

12 thoughts on “It’s All A Blur

  1. John Barleycorn has been the reason AND the excuse for much wanking behavior over the centuries. Hopefully women will get to a point when they can all say “I fucked him/her because I wanted to and it felt good.”

  2. wow, your story is way better than mine, thanks for sharing it with us Suze. Alcohol certainly lowers inhibitions.

    I wasn’t drinking during my first time. Although he is an ass to this day and why I just had to move again. 🙁

  3. That’s the great thing about drinking wine. A bottle is 750ml. Five glasses. Two for each of you, and a last one you can share. Sufficient to get a pleasant buzz on, but not so much as to make you lose your faculties.

    Enough with the commercial; I know that wine is not a traditional drink in England, though it’s grown in popularity the past 20 years.

    Last story first. You missed your bus. You went home with your bf. You went to bed with him. He asked you to fuck. You said yes. It was good.

    I assume he didn’t make you pregnant or give you a disease. You thought you loved him at the time. I tend to doubt your alcohol consumption tipped the scale to “yes” in this case. Having sex seems like the rational decision!

    I loved the story about the persistent but unwelcome pursuer who gave up after he saw you kiss your gf. Most men would be encouraged by that sight, I think. Nonetheless, a brilliant tactical maneuver, notwithstanding your mental state.

    I don’t see anything wrong with test-driving the fondling stranger who was downstairs at the first party, or checking out the stripper’s boa. Perhaps the alcohol emboldened you, but your judgment wasn’t marred.

    The only one of these situations that had a negative ending involved your lesbian gf, but that was perhaps a case of immature bad judgment that may have occurred whether or not you were drinking. Oh, and the barfing incident, but we’ve all had those, whether or not we drink.

    My conclusion: you can hold your liquor fairly well! After all, you can remember all these stories . . .

  4. Don’t feel bad. Just last weekend I got drunk and showed my new clit piercing to about 4 of my girlfriends. (Three of them are co-workers!) Leave it to me and a few CocoMelonTini’s (aka sex in a glass) and I’m out giving twat shots to my co-workers!!!

    Jose Cuervo is a friend, but that Grey Goose is a dirty bitch!!!

  5. This was a great post! Kissing your girlfriend put a great visual in my head 🙂

    I’d like to put a button on my new wordpress home that links to you guys, but after scouring this place I couldn’t find one. Am I just a poor looker or was I hoodwinked by Suze’s glorious assets and couldn’t see anything else for the stars in my eyes.

  6. Great post! I can safely say that the most outrageous things I have done, I was drinking when I did them. But it was mostly to give me the courage to do them.

  7. “intention to cuddle and nothing more” – we’ve all been there.

    Re the burnt toast etc. – I was advised to swallow raw bacon tied to a piece of string.

    Thanks for the info (re using IE7) – indeed the problem only occurred in IE7, and I have now removed the offending code (an RPC call to Bloglines) from my template.

  8. hey, i recently lost my vriginirty to my bf of 3 weeks. it jsut sort of happened, i mean, i asked him to fuck me. we’ve done again since, but i dont enjoy it much, i feel used. he cums and i just get left with friction burns (maybe not that bad) and i havent orgasmed, which makes it worse.
    anyway, great blog, keep up the good work.
    T.
    P.S. could you maybe reply…..?

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