Keep drinking

Lost in thought

Paul keeps talking but your nod along and zone out a little, your mind is racing.

You’re so confused, you thought the beer would relax you but it’s only jumbled up your thoughts.

Your thoughts keep returning to ‘handcuffed, blindfolded, ball gagged and fucked in the ass’. You’re not really mad any more, curious is the right word. You keep imagining the metal of the cuffs on your wrist, the cloth covering your eyes, biting down on the ball gag and most of all you’re burning to know what Paul’s cock feels like buried in your ass. Oh WOW, where did that come from.

You immediately finish your half of a beer in a long pull, placing the empty on the coffee table.

You clap your hands, “Okay, I know tomorrow ish a long day but how do you feel about a shot?” Only light slurring.

Paul’s game, he gets up to grab some shot glasses, “Tequila okay, looks like that’s all we have, I think it’s left over from Caleb’s birthday.”

“Yeah that sounds perfect”