#celestialblessings

Uhhh… I’d really want to bury my face between your thighs/ass… probably wouldn’t be able to help myself from licking & sucking too djsjdnnxnsn

I’d also wanna do the same with your boobs and your neck…

Also this is t4t4enby by the way

After Party–Part 1.

Lounging on the couch at the after party, my aching feet propped up on the armrest. My platforms laid somewhere in the house, finally freeing my tortured soles. Techno music pulses in the background as the smell of booze and cigarettes waft through the air. Its 2am, my bra is biting into my sides, and I'm ran ragged but was convinced to come by some other club goers.

I stare blankly, watching the flashing lights dance across the ceiling, contemplating my life choices. Why was I partying in a city miles from home with a bunch of strangers? At a house I aint never been in before? Sometimes I wonder if I have the devil's own luck to make up for the lack of self preservation skills. I should be in bed, sleeping. Or even finishing my coursework before Monday. But shoulda woulda coulda, cause im here now, so I might as well enjoy it.

A cool can kisses my cheek and I look over to see the cute girl from the club earlier. She's grinning softly while her boyfriend looks over me worriedly.

"You look a little anxious, wanna a sip? It'll loosen your nerves", She chirps, her boyfriend nodding in agreement. "Dont worry, you can have the rest, I've had enough to drink". A part of my mind heard my Aunt's words in the back of my head, warning about taking drinks from strangers. But if they drank it, it has to be safe. No one drugs themselves, thats just stupid.

"I guess...not the biggest fan of alcohol but I'm thirsty as hell," I replied. I took the crisp cool can graciously, pressing it to my face for just a moment. Then, tilting my head back, I let the amber liquid flow down my throat, expexting a burn. My eyes lit up when the burn didn't come, just a fizz. 'Its sweet, it doesnt even have the nasty taste of Alcohol', I realized. With giddy merriment, I took another swig, then another, until I finally just began to drink in earnest.

The boyfriend watched me, his eyebrows furrowing with worry. However the girl just placed an arm on his hand and shook her head. What was worrying him? I had missed the instructions on the side, drinking too much too fast. A bad habit of mine really. I finished the can off with a happy sigh, gently setting the can on the table.

"Hey....You okay there?...You dont feel light headed do you? You downed that pretty quickly?", The guy fretted. I shook my head and laughed gently. "One can is much too little to get me drunk, besides, tasted so much like juice I doubt the alcohol percentage was high", I assured him with a gentle pat on his arm.

He looked as if he was about to speak but the girl placed a hand on his arm. "She’s okay, Jaxon. Look she's doing just fine". She said firmly. Jaxon looked at her, then me and sighed, as if he had suffered defeat. "Fine fine...but if shit goes downhill, I'm blaming you, Robyn." Robyn shrugged as I looked between the two of them confused.

They both stood up and Robyn jabbed a her thumb to the dance floor. "We'll be over there if you need us, okay?". I gave her a nod and went back to people watching. Some time passes and I am slowly finding myself nesting, pulling pillow closer, wrapping blankets around myself. My legs feel heavy, alcohol sometimes does that.

What time it? I blink and look around blearily. Did I fall asleep? I look at the dance floor and realize my vision is blurred. Did I take of my glasses? When did I do that? I feel around on my face and head first, then reach out for the table. My fingers tremble as the closed around they eyeware. With a clumsy effort I managed to get them on my face and look around. Everyone is still dancing. Good, I didnt sleep for long then. A bouncy song is blasting but it sounds worlds away.

A hand touches my shoulder and I turn to find the source. My head lolls a bit, like its full of wet sand. I am met with the faces of the couple from earlier wearing gentle smiles. They cup my cheeks and instinctively I leaned into their touch. Their palms are so so warm. I tried to speak but my lips felt glued shut and my tongue felt like sandpaper. Jaxon shushes me and props me up, holding a glass of water to my lips. I took a sip, the smooth clear taste washing away the cotton mouth. Cotton mouth? Why am i having that?Does this happen with alcohol too? I wouldn't know, i dont get drunk. Robyn is rubbing my thigh, it feels nice, grounding. I closed my eyes for just a moment and gave her a loopy smile. Jaxon is talking to her and I think shes saying something? Can't make out the words though, sounds like gibberish from a made up language. But their voices, a beautiful mix of soft timbres, was like music to my ears.

"You look sooo cozy in your little cozy corner here...are you sleepy, honey?", she cooes. I look at her, my eyes rolling as I gave her a fazed smile. "J-Just a little... sleepy", I murmured, nuzzling closer to Jaxon, who gives a soft chuckle. "Clearly...how about we get you to bed, gorgeous?". My mind melted at their cooing and I nodded. "Mhmmm yes pleaseee".

Jaxon helps me to my feet and wraps his arm around my waist while Robyn gathers my belongings. I swayed where I stood as we made our way upstairs to the bedroom.

You have a great sense of style, but if you had to pick a favorite style to dress in currently what would it be?