Forced intoxication phone sex is not my favorite but I do it because I am a submissive whore most days. I am not a big drinker. I am a coke head, however. When this guy called me, he asked me to pour a glass of whiskey. I do not drink that shit, but my husband does. I made the mistake of mentioning my husband’s extensive bourbon collection. He is a fan of Kentucky spirits. That shit is like drinking gasoline to me. He told me he wanted me to drink with him and share incest stories. That is what he told me in the beginning. I told him I was more of a coke girl, but he insisted I drink because he does not like to drink alone. Honestly, I did not realize he was plotting to get me drunk. He wanted to hear me sipping. He wanted to hear the pour and the ice in the cup. As we shared incest phone sex experiences, I felt myself getting intoxicated. I started talking faster. I began slurring. I was feeling nauseated. He knew I was drunk. I can do coke better than Tony Montana, but a wine cooler gets me drunk. He wanted me drunk, so he could get me to spill the beans and be a nasty freak. Coke does that to me. Booze makes me puke. That was his goal because that is his fetish. He likes to get women drunk to the point where they puke and pass out. I vaguely remember our call. It is amazing I did not fuck up his billing with as drunk as I was. I woke up the next morning hugging the toilet and my face hovering over a bowl full of puke. I looked like a train wreck. I felt like one too. Whatever your nasty fetish phone sex thing is, this sexy mommy delivers even when she does not remember.
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