I said
the only way I’d ever slip
was if you wore it
whiskey poured across your chest
drippin low
poolin at your hips
and here I am
tongue to the spill
lappin slow
chasin that burn
down your body
I trace where it gathers
take it from the dips
between muscle and bone
where you’re the perfect chaser
spread for me
let me get all of it
inside your thighs
crease to edge
tongue draggin
just slow enough
to make you twitch
one ball in my mouth
then the other
gentle suck
soft tongue
your hips startin to lift
my hand wraps round you
strokin slow
slick with sweat and liquor
and I only want more
tongue slides lower
circlin your hole slow and thirsty
you moan urgin me on
I slide in one finger
then two
in
out
curl
repeat
you push against them
I push back
strokin you with my free hand
fingers buried deep
workin you open
inch by inch
like I’ve got all night
and I just might
i take you into my mouth
slow suck
tongue circlin
my fingers movin deeper
pressin just right
til you’re fallin apart
can’t tell
what’s you
and what’s liquor
both go straight to my head
your body shakes
moans turnin to gasps
and I grin
still in control
not wastin a single drop
still suckin
and lickin
drawin out every last tremble
tongue movin
up your stomach
along your chest
your throat
tracin the places I missed
on the way down
til I reach your mouth
and kiss you deep
let you taste it
you
the whiskey
the mess of us
if I were gonna relapse
this is how I’d do it
thru whiskey and fire
and sober lips losin the fight
and I’d bring you right down with me








Now this is is tasty. Passion and whisky..I mean perfect.
Nice piece here.
thank you fia
I need a shower after reading this
Bravo, my friend
That “mess of us line” has me thinking I should relapse myself…
So damn good!
appreciate it adira
Beautifully penned, Ambjr. The power addiction often holds over us. Great write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
thanks damian