Non-Fiction

Get Your Rocks Off!

Suze

How come as you get older your tolerance for drink diminishes?  When I was younger I could drink a lot more than I can now and wake up without a headache.  Mind you I did throw up quite a lot, so that could have something to do with the lack of the morning afters.  😀

These days, I don’t tend to drink every day like back then.  So I suppose your alcohol tolerance does reduce.  I used to drink bottle after bottle of Newcastle Brown and then headbang.  Not a problem…I don’t think I could do that now.  Ouch!

At the time I was going out with a guy who I shall call T to protect his identity (unless he reads this.  🙂  )  His parents had recently split up (dad had run off with another woman) and his mother had found comfort in attending a singles club and finding a fellow soul mate to sleep with.  I know…Consequently, at the tender age of ** (ha, ha, you thought I was going to give our ages away didn’t you.  😛 )  T was left the keys to the door of the flat he shared with his mother.

Only a couple of days in to T’s freedom I called round to see him, it was a Saturday or Sunday I can’t recall but it doesn’t matter.  We decided to check out his parents drinks cabinet.  I started with the Blue Curacao, does anyone apart from his mum drink that stuff any more?  Lol  I can’t remember, I think it tastes of oranges, not a bad taste but an awful colour.  I bet it would make for interesting vomit.  Errr, strike that.

We put on the music, Motorhead, Deep Purple, Black Sabbath…the drinking went on all the way through the afternoon to the early evening.  We tasted every alcoholic drink in that cabinet and if we liked it we finished the bottle.  🙂  So with the music blaring out and the booze flowing we headbanged our way through most of the oldies and then later we banged.

I remember clearly he came up to me undid his flies, reached under my skirt and pulled my panties to one side.  He then spun me around and pushed me over his mothers favourite velour chair.  He was a rather large guy in more ways than one and he stretched my pussy as he entered me.  I cried out and he kept on pushing in to me.

It was strange kind of pleasure/pain and I wanted him so much that I grew to accommodate his girth quite quickly.  😉  He fucked me with vigour over the back of that chair and I was verbally appreciative as he took me.  Both of us were close to orgasm as we heard “bang, bang, bang”…it appeared to be coming from the floor below us.

T continued to ram in and out of me and we both came not wishing to be put off by the bloody neighbours down stairs, we were far too gone for that.  After he filled me with his see he withdrew, walked round the chair and slumped in to it with his cock hanging out of his trousers.

I pulled down my skirt and went to the bathroom to clean up the cum which had run down my inner thighs.  The next thing I heard was Paranoid booming out of the stereo.  T had turned up the volume and was now thrashing about in the room when I returned.

We made some dinner and then picked up where we left off with the free bar.  As the night progressed I got more and more devilish and I decided to have a bit of fun with the people downstairs.

I tied a coin to a thin piece of thread and dangled it out of the window.  I don’t know how they didn’t hear us laughing it was so loud, I nearly wet myself at one point.  When I had regained composure I moved the string so that the coin swung and banged in to the window.  I did this several times, making a tapping sound on the pane.

Then I heard someone lifting the latch to the window, so we quickly withdrew and pulled the window too.  We heard the woman below shout “who’s there?” and being more than a little inebriated we started laughing uncontrollably again.

When I look back now I suppose it was a naughty thing to do but if my mother hadn’t told me how she had done this to her parents when she was a kid then I wouldn’t have known about it.  Therefore it was all down to her.  Parents have a lot to answer for.  lol

16 thoughts on “Get Your Rocks Off!”

  1. It does seem like you could drink more when you were younger, same here. I think it was just practice at the time, 10-15 pints on a Friday and Saturday regularly will do that to you.

    Now of course, there’s neither the money, the time or the opportunity to do that

  2. Tolerance seems to vary according to circumstance, too. We spoke to a woman-friend in the pub last night, who had been “out with the girls” the previous night. When she left, she was feeling tipsy and had to leave the car and walk home. Having arrived home, she realised she had only been drinking black-currant and lemonade – no alcohol at all.

  5. you have confirmed that you were and are a naughty girl, and naughty girls usually get spanked! oo but thats another story.

  6. My hangovers last for DAYS now….and they aren’t just in my head and tummy. I ache all over.

    It doesn’t stop me drinking though!!!

    Great story Suze.

    Christ…when was the last time I headbanged? reckon it was Deff Leppard’s ‘Animal’.

    Wedding.

    Last summer, lol.

  7. oh yes blame the parents!! 🙂

    i can’t drink more than 3 drinks without suffering in sunglasses for a full day after nowadays. pathetic. i used to be ‘ard. honest i did.

    🙂

  8. OK, I think I would like a Theakston’s Old Perculier instead, OK? Sorry I only know a few drinks from you way.

    I used to drink a lot more. Now I can and do go weeks wouthout anything and then I have a crazy weekend. It takes a while to recover too.

    I love your stories. And apparently I love naughty, naughty girls too. Excelent.

    I could not believe it. I thought you were going to reveal how old you are. I have wondered noth that it is that important but… Oh well. Hey I think it you were to practice you could get that drink tollerance back up again but what is the point. You can have a great time and not be pounding left and right… the drinks, not the sex.

  10. Drink more when I was younger? Who, me? I don\’t even sleep more than when I was younger . . .

    I love the story about the coin on the string! I will be writing about our apartment and our downstairs neighbors on future Mondays.

    But no, I can\’t recall doing it on a velour chair to Motorhead after drinking Curacao. That might just be unique!

  15. I’m in the same boat you are, used to drink and drink, never had a hangover. Now I’m drunk on two drinks and pay the next day!

    I gotta try the string trick on the oldest boy the next time he’s home! Him and his girlfriend will shit bricks and freak out… he he he.

  16. Mr G, I have to agree regular practice must be key and I don’t have the funds to get in to the habit anymore. I’m also a lot more sensible than I used to be.

    Alfie, I wish I could feel like that on blackcurrant and lemonade, it would be a lot cheaper. But I know what you mean, I have drunk far more than I intended when in good company and regretted it later.

    Sheets, did you expect anything else of me? 😉

    Erika, it is…honestly!

    Jack, are you offering?

    Miss U, I haven’t headbanged for years I may have to dig out some of the old records and try it. 🙂

    Keda, you just need more practice. Invite me over and we’ll go in to training together. Lol

    Bryan, Theakston’s is good. I’m so glad you keep stopping by to see this naughty girl. 😉

    Decker, thanks I do try!

    Cherrie, I’m so glad I inspire your writing. You need to try the Curaco whilst listening to heavy rock for the full effect. Lol

    Mrs Zig, he was you are so right! 😉

    Roxi, you are and I want to have a girlie night out if you ever come over to the UK.

    DFP, I seem to be inspiring you all today!

    Kitty, it makes for a cheaper night out. Let me know if you try the coin thing. 🙂

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