Intoxicated
by sleepingirl
“You want another sip, Bella?”
Bella giggled and swayed. “Yessshh,” she slurred, sing-songing.
Michelle watched Bella’s hand grope for the glass of water on the little table, as though her arm wasn’t quite obeying her body right. Eventually, she grasped it and brought the glass to rest on her lips, not sipping, just breathing over the top of it. Bella stared at her with those doe eyes, long-lashed and softly lidded, in just that intoxicated way that Michelle liked.
“Maybe this sip will make you even dumber,” Michelle said airily, the hypnotic suggestion tumbling out of her mouth like an easy spell. It looked like it visibly hit Bella, whose head did a little jerking motion as her mind accepted it.
When she was like this, suggestible and “drunk,” it took no effort at all for Michelle to implant ideas deep into her pretty little brunette head. While Bella was the only one under the influence of the intoxicating water, Michelle felt warm and tingly and powerful herself.
Bella, still nosing the glass, turned her lips up in a defiant -- if lopsided -- smile… And before Michelle could question what she was thinking, she drank down the entire rest of the water in a few big gulps.
Michelle laughed. It just wouldn’t be as fun if Bella didn’t surprise her.
“My, my,” she crowed. “You didn’t give me time to warn you about what would happen if you drank the whole glass.”
Bella looked at her with a little smile and wide eyes, expectant.
“If you drank that much at once…” she said, lowering her voice to a murmur, leaning in just a bit… “Sooner or later it’s going to catch up with you…”
Bella swallowed, breathing heavy, giving an uneven blink. “Yeah…?”
“Yeah,” Michelle said. “And all the rest of your smarts and mind will just melt away completely.”
That was enough to break her -- Michelle watched Bella’s body curl inward with intense arousal, her eyes half-rolling up in a moment of pleasure, her hands reaching out to grip at Michelle’s arm.
It was delicious -- but the intensity of the arousal was a bit more than Michelle expected to see.
Recovering from the moment, Bella suddenly seemed to gather some determination and fixed her with a wild look.
“Ffffuck me,” she breathed -- and then seeming to hear it, again: “Fuck me, Michelle, p-please --”
Michelle snapped her fingers, and the “spell” broke instantly, leaving Bella blinking and looking suddenly lucid.
“Wh-what’s up, baby?” Bella asked, drawing her hand back, still breathy -- she was “sober” now, but clearly still turned on.
“I just wanted to check in, Bella,” Michelle said, smiling warmly to reassure her. “Things were getting intense -- it was hot -- but you said you wanted to have sex… I just wanted to make sure you really do want that -- that you’re in the right space for that right now. We didn’t really talk about that beforehand.”
“Aw, hon,” Bella said, a bit sheepish. “That’s really sweet, thank you… Yeah -- I do really want to have sex with you. That was so hot. You were doing all my favorite things…”
“Yeah,” Michelle grinned -- this didn’t have to be a long check-in; she trusted Bella’s word. “You have such a reaction to getting totally stupid and blank.”
Bella, without that bimbofied lack of inhibition, blushed and looked away. “Michelle,” she whined.
“It could hit at any time,” Michelle warned gleefully.
“You tease,” Bella giggled. “Please don’t make me wait…”
Oh, she could move fast when she wanted. But she might as well milk this spontaneous little tease for just a few more seconds…
She fixed Bella with a look, and Bella stiffened, clearly feeling the air shift. Michelle brought her hand up, poised to snap and return her to her inebriated state, and she watched Bella’s eyes fixate, waiting.
Waiting… Waiting…
And… Snap.
Michelle watched with relish as Bella half-slumped over, eyes immediately fluttering and rolling with unconscious motion. It came over her whole body like a drug, like possession, like an enchantment -- Michelle could almost see it go from her spine to her hips to her lolling head and twitching fingertips.
It peaked and then settled, and Bella grinned a slow, floppy grin with eyes half closed.
“Hi,” she breathed.
“Hi, dumb-dumb,” Michelle replied.
Bella giggled. “I’m dumb-dumb. ‘Cuz you made me…”
Michelle reached out to stroke her smooth hair, the first bit of intimate physical contact through this whole scene. Bella leaned into the touch, eyes drooping a little bit, making a little happy noise. With her hand on her, Michelle gently puppeted her head, encountering no resistance from her soft neck -- Bella just let her rock her head side to side, her eyes swaying and rolling from the little disorientation.
“There goes that brain,” Michelle cooed. “The drink is starting to sink into it, melting it, fuzzing out your thoughts and inhibitions…”
“Ohhh,” Bella moaned.
“Making you hotter,” Michelle said, leaning in, her own desire adding a growl to the edge of her voice. “Making you want harder.”
Bella did a full squirm, leaning her cheek into Michelle’s hand harder, breathing heavy.
“And neither of us knows --” Michelle whispered, gearing up for the climactic moment, “-- when that drink is going to hit you all the way and totally erase your silly mind.”
Bella gasped, but Michelle cupped her cheek firmly and brought her in for a kiss, letting her lips go soft and slide against her slowly, inelegantly. Bella moaned against her, opening her mouth eagerly -- hot, wet.
She let Bella sink into kissing her, sliding her hand down her neck to the small of her back, that sensitive place, feeling Bella’s spine loosen up against her touch, her whole torso starting to slump.
Against Bella’s lips, Michelle murmured: “Can you feel it getting stronger? I can feel your mind melting out of your mouth…”
She swallowed Bella’s noises of pleasure, gripping her hip tighter. Bella’s hand reached out in response to settle on her waist, squeezing repetitively in just pure response to stimulation.
Michelle slid her own hand up over Bella’s hip, waist, ribs… to land on her breast; cupping and squeezing.
Bella broke the kiss to moan, which was all well enough, as Michelle felt more words coming to her lips in the heat of everything.
“I made you like this,” she breathed. “I’m controlling your body and mind right now.”
Bella’s moans pitched up. Her hands, which seemed to want to reach out and grab as Michelle groped her, surrendered down to her sides.
“Your drunk mind empties,” Michelle whispered. “And when you’re empty enough… I’m going to take all of you.”
Bella’s head was starting to loll, her eyes glazed and relaxed, breathing heavy -- and Michelle felt it was the perfect, perfect time to recapture her in a kiss.
Thank you for reading! I haven't written erotica in quite some time, and it was nice to flex those muscles a bit!
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