All wasted on booze and pills, let's see where Amanda is now in her explanation of the intoxication fetish...
To be continued next Wednesday...
16 April 2014
12 April 2014
"Ooop'sch," she said as you accidentally opened the door on them surprised to find the room reeking of marijuana.
"Oooh, well, gu'ess you kn'ow now," Dora slurred as she stood there with burning joint in hand.
Her cousin with the big boobs could only giggle.
"Sorry," you say. "I was looking for a can opener. I was going to make lunch. I didn't mean to -," you stammer.
Dora takes a huge tug on her joint and hands it over to her equally stoned cousin who immediately does the same. Talking while holding in the smoke, Dora looks at you with half-mast eyes and asks, "Do ya wan'na join us? Me and my cuz'in are git'tin' hiiiiigh."
You had know idea they were like this. It's a complete surprise. But there's no way you're going to say no to two beautiful girls. "Sure," you say.
"Gre'at," Dora says as she exhales the lungful of smoke in your direction. "Cum sit on the b'ed an' we'll git you a j'oint. We hav' a lot'ta joints."
Her cousin just giggles, "Yeeeaaaah, a lotta j'oints," as she exhales all over you with a stoney smile.
This is going to be fun. Screw lunch. Lunch could wait.
09 April 2014
05 April 2014
"Are you hiiiggghhhhhhh yet?" she asked in the raspiest, stoned voice, her huge boobs dangling from her chest.
But you couldn't speak. She was a pot monster - refilling bowl after bowl, getting herself and you higher and higher. You could barely move.
She looked at you with the tiniest slits of eyes. They were sooooooo heavy. Just like yours. Her brain was fried. Years ago. From all the pot she smoked. She liked to keep her brain nicely baked and her body good and heavy day in and day out. And now you were just like her. Too stoned to move and too stoned to care.
"Yeeeaahh, you're high," she said with a stupid giggle as she smashed up her huge boobs into her chest.
You could only smile.
"I'm'a gonna hit this las' bowl now, o'kay? An' then we're gon'na do it," she slurred as she flicked the lighter, inhaled, and sent her brain further into the pleasure void.
A void you already were.