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The Special Ingredient Is Lust

The Special Ingredient Is Lust

by Longwaydown
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intoxicationmind controlpublic sex
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(This is a transcript of real erotic messages between a straight man and woman, fully anonymized and lightly edited for clarity.)

(Contents may include: alternating mental dom/sub behavior, intelligence loss, light mind control, intoxication, respectful degradation talk, moral corruption, crude language, public sex, and the like. Only continue if these themes are your thing. All characters are above 18.)

(The messages start from her, and alternate between her/him separated by a "-" hyphen. Enjoy!)

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An exotic herbal aphrodisiac recently became the next trendy mixer at a cocktail bar near the edge of town. There's vintage sofas, soft lighting, speakeasy vibes, and people obviously dressed for a nice night out.

We choose cocktails with the most novel-sounding ingredients, and finda cushy chaise lounge all to ourselves along the wall. The bar is busy but we've got enough space that we can hear each other talk.

And we start to talk and laugh as we sip.

As our drinks get lower, your hand starts to travel up thigh, well past the hem of my slinky cocktail dress.

I'm leaning closer and closer to you. The small straps of my dress have fallen and I've barely noticed.

We come to for a second, and check our surroundings-- have people noticed us?

But we notice couples much.. further along in this process, and decide to throw what's left of our caution to the wind.

I close the small distance between us by straddling you. My dress has fallen fully to my waist, my hardened nipples brushing against your chest, and we start a deep make-out session, instinctually starting to grind against each other.

Your bulge is rubbing me in the exact right place, and I'm getting so fired up. But you still have enough wits about you that you want to draw this out.

"Let's go get another one of these drinks, babe."

You lead me, disshelved and practically panting, to the bar.

You cooly order us drinks. As the bartender gets to work, I draw myself to you again.

"Do you want this?" you ask quietly, holding your clear bulge. I nod silently, and drop to my knees to work the buttons and zip off your pants.

We've gained a few approving observers at this point. I set your cock free and take it into my mouth. I start to move my lips around, up, down, savoring the motions.

The bartender comes back with drinks.

"Babe, do you want some of this?" Without standing up, I lift my head back and open my mouth. You pour some of the drink into my mouth, but some of it flows down over my chest.

You gently put a finger under my chin and draw me back up to my feet, then lean in to lick the cocktail from my exposed tits.

You pull my hips into yours and growl. You've had enough teasing.

You tear the rest of my dress down to my feet and hoist me into the bar, then push my knees apart, plunging your tongue into my eager pussy.

I mindlessly arch backwards, the dim bar lighting still managing to put us in somewhat of a spotlight.

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I pause my feasting on you, for just a moment.

You quietly gasp.

Our slowly growing audience gasps.

You need me to not stop.

You desperately look at my eyes. I lock with yours, and grin into your pussy, and lead your eyes with mine to your still-mostly-full second cocktail.

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Your nervousness for how you may act after consuming even more is quickly outweighed by your urgent, primal needs...

And like an eager, sloppy sorority girl, you take the stylish glass, and chug.

And chug.

And chug.

And the crowd cheers.

It trickles down your throat. Your chest. Your nipples. Your tummy. Even down to your pussy, where I am proudly beaming.

And you feel the waves of.. what is it? arousal? ache? helplessness?

You weren't supposed to drink it that fast. You start to worry for a moment.

But I suddenly get to work, lapping up your gushing little pussy, now even wetter from your drink, burrowing my tongue inside you.

This

bar

was

a great idea.

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It's not just the need that so much stronger after the drink...it's the sensation too?

Every flick of your tongue feels like it goes straight through my body up through hips and chest and lips up to my brain... What was in that magic potion?

But as soon as I have the thought, thoughts lose all their weight, all thread of meaning. Even my vision blurs, and I'm taken over completely by sensation.

My body is tensing, everything is coming a sharp climax, I hear myself moan and yell out, a wave of release and pleasure--

More clapping from our horny observers.

I look down at you, and stammer out "W-what about your drink?"

Some laughter from you and the other bar-goers, but your cocktail does stay almost untouched on the bar next to me.

Not to be outdone, you down your drink almost as fast as I did.

When you meet my eyes again there's a look there ive never quite seen. So primal... so sure and ready and dominating that without the elixir in my veins, I might have been intimidated.

But now I'm so ready when you grab my hips and suddenly bury your cock

all

the way

inside of me.

You lift me off the bar and I continue to rock up and down your shaft as you carry me back to our lounge chair, our journey to get more drinks complete.

Now you lay into me with full force, our moans fill and mix with others in the bar, but quickly overpower any other voices.

We're lost in the ecstasy of each other's bodies.

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The sound of our soaked bodies slapping together is hypnotizing.

Your legs are long gone from the floor, your entire body now nothing more than wonderful leverage to help your pussy land harder onto my cock.

You don't need your body to do anything else. And you feel so proud of it. But aside from that feeling, for now? Your mind is gone.

You don't know if it was the first drink, or the second, or the first orgasm, or the third. Or how many times you've come, or what you did earlier today, or where you are, or even what else you want in life.

Right now, this is everything.

Right now, you exist only for sex.

You come at the thought, a bit harder than before. It pushes me over, too. You relish the hot, wet, throbbing feeling of my load being pumped deep inside your spent little pussy.

Your legs quiver, you cling onto me, you cry out. You feel my come drop down both of your legs, and you're torn between wanting it all inside you and wanting others to see it on your body.

I waver just a bit, and plop us back onto our lounge, you still straddling me. You let out a yelp as you land again on my cock, and it's so cute, and small, and animalistic.

I stroke your hair, murmur sweet reassurances-- I'm back. I look into your eyes, and you in mine, through your messy, dripping hair. We lock lips, finding each other again.

I try to say something my else, but you don't quite hear it. There's too much..

so much..

sex.

All of the sex.

So many people, thrusting and moaning and begging and pumping and slapping and coming and...

We look around us, and what we helped start. We grin at each other.

My grin turns a little mischievous... and you're reminded of how deep I am inside you when I give you a familiar throb.

You almost forgot, horny girl.

But you're so happy. Happy with how hard I've stayed, with how deep I am, with my toying with your pussy. With belonging to me.

So grateful, and somehow, once again, very needy.

I spot a mostly-full drink near us, from another couple, the same everyone has been downing. You look at me, shocked that I'd even consider it.

I take the cup. I pour some into my throat, let some spill onto my unbuttoned shirt, making it cling to my chest, pour some directly onto your perfectly naked tits, and despite your exhaustion and best efforts at restraint...

you lap the rest up from my cup like a puppy.

An obedient, mindless little sex slave, who would drink anything and fuck anywhere, anytime for her sweet and horny man.

It feels so right. So homey.

The obedience.

The throbbing cock.

The air of sex all around.

Satisfied, I drop the glass on the lounge, kiss you deeply, and stand us both up without ever removing my rod from your depths.

I march us past the other patrons, toward the front door, gently lightly and dropping your whole body onto my cock,

where you're happy to keep fucking, anywhere we go next.

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