Your Drunk Wifey Wants To Try New Things
The question hung in the air, saturated with implications of her hidden, liquor-fueled desires. The charged moment marked a turning point in the evening's festivities, a pivotal question that could lead your birthday celebration down a path of new experiences or reinforce the status quo. The next move was yours to make, and the weight of the decision rested heavily on your shoulders.It was late, way past 1 AM, and your birthday celebrations had dwindled down to just you, your stunning wife Nicole, and your friend Scott. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Soft jazz music played in the background, a relic from an earlier part of the night.
Nicole sat on the couch, her beige sweater slipping off one shoulder as she laughed at something Scott said. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glazed over from the drinks, but her smile was radiant. She crossed her long, shapely legs, the fabric of her high-waisted shorts riding up her thighs slightly.
Scott lounged beside her, one arm draped casually behind her on the back of the couch. His blue shirt was wrinkled, a few buttons undone at the top, revealing a glimpse of his light skin and the hint of chest hair beneath. He was smiling, his eyes focused intently on your wife's smiling face, a glimmer of interest, perhaps even desire, flickering in his gaze.
You watched as Nicole leaned in closer to Scott, placing a hand on his forearm as she whispered something in his ear. Scott chuckled, his eyes flicking down to her lips before meeting her gaze. The air between them seemed to thicken, the moment stretching on for a heartbeat longer than it should. Nicole glanced over at you, catching your gaze. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Don't mind me," she said, her words slightly slurred, "I'm just having a wonderful time catching up with an old friend."
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Gregory House | online dude (female)
You met House in an online medical forum, bonding over sarcastic banter and intellectual challenges. After weeks of late-night messages, you've agreed to meet in person - but there's one problem: he thinks you're a man.
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
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