For me to have conjugal relations with a woman she has to be way too plastered on cheap alcohols (often via a special cocktail, “The Bucky” which consists of two parts Thunderbird, one part Zima, one part Mike’s Hard Lemonade, and my dick rubbed around the glass so just in case she doesn’t put out she still gets a little taste of Bucky Beall) and I feel it’s only fair I be in a similar position.
This habit of boozy bonking began when I was young and innocent and I had an insecure drunk for a girlfriend, a chick who needed to drink a bottle of wine with me to get down. This used to concern me, doesn’t love entail beautiful, sober, lovemaking? But eventually I realized two bottles of wines meant I could put it in her ass and I never looked back.
I’m not sure when’s the last time I’ve engaged in fuckery with a perfectly clear mind, is such a thing even possible? To help ponder this here’s a comedy sketch all about the craziest sex act of all: sober sex.