Tuesday, January 27, 2015


She let her head lol on the edge of the martini glass. The gin and vermouth felt cool on her skin, and just the fumes from the alcohol were intoxicating. She had climbed the ladder and stepped in gingerly, not sure if she would have some adverse reaction to soaking in hard liquor. She had been doing it most of her life in a manner of speaking, but this was quite a next step. She giggled and splashed the liquor with her toes, batting the olive around like a cat with a ball of yarn. Breathing a great sigh of pleasure, she turned over and arched her back, pressing her breasts against the glass. This day was turning out wonderfully.

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