Chapter 17 Feeling Loosey Goosey

• Shit… why am I thinking about his cock, oh...yeah…maybe because his hard as fuck schlong has taken up residence on my back...Oooh, for fucks Sake… I just want to drop to my knees and have him fuck my face.. No Elena, get your head out of the gutter!! As I am having this conversation in my head I grab my drink, down the rest of it, move to the side to get out of his reach to make another drink. I see he still has some of his left so I don’t bother asking if he needs a refill. I feel his eyes on me, and its not making my situation down under any better. I am a horny hot mess… Why isn’t this liquor working... My body is still super tense. Normally a couple of Whisky’s in and I feel pretty loosey-goosey. but I guess my body decided to be immune to that magical amber liquid tonight.
• I finish plating our food and walk to the living room, put our food on the coffee table. I really don’t use my kitchen table to eat, I prefer to be comfy on the couch when I eat. Yup, I am one of those informal people that has a kitchen table for appearances only, I giggle at my thoughts.
• All the while he is leaning on the wall in the kitchen next to where I was plating the food, just watching my every move. What I would give to know what is going through his mind right now. But I am definitely not going down that rabbit hole in my brain..