i woke up drunk at 3:45am,

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in the backseat, with my head in his lap, sucking my thumb.

but knowing lit, people have woken up in much worse places doing far worse things.

what's your worst?
 
that would be about the worst...never had anything even close to that happen to me
 
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Back seat of my own car, full of my friends driving us home after a show, my head in my friend's boyfriend's lap and I had peed myself at some point. Not the best moment of my life. I was told it was an excellent night and all these years later, my mates never mention the pee. I am sure I smelled. They're quite kind.
 
Dude comes back reincarnated as a pink/wanker queen hybrid?
 
that would be about the worst...never had anything even close to that happen to me


welcome back though
nothing cringeworthy? ever? really?
Back seat of my own car, full of my friends driving us home after a show, my head in my friend's boyfriend's lap and I had peed myself at some point. Not the best moment of my life. I was told it was an excellent night and all these years later, my mates never mention the pee. I am sure I smelled. They're quite kind.
ha! ok, that's way worse.
my boys are lovely too, nobody mentioned the thumb sucking, and I was walked/staggered to my door. i'm glad I kept my undercrackers dry :D
 
?? asking people to describe the type or even no of blackouts?
never had one but, even if I had, I would certainly not document it on Lit.
Because, unlike one's sexual practices etc., alcohol-related issues could be of interest to employers
 
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Sun rise, Sunday morning. No clothes on, still wet from a swim I guess. People in a circle around me holding hands babbling something or another.....

Took a few minutes for to to realize they where praying for me.

Thumb? It was that small?

Edit: (at the beach)
 
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Sun rise, Sunday morning. No clothes on, still wet from a swim I guess. People in a circle around me holding hands babbling something or another.....

Took a few minutes for to to realize they where praying for me.

Thumb? It was that small?

bwahahahaha!! ok, I can completely see you doing that. bad boy!

and :p to you. my boys are all perfect gents and wouldn't dream of taking advantage. thumbs only.
 
nothing cringeworthy? ever? really?

ha! ok, that's way worse.
my boys are lovely too, nobody mentioned the thumb sucking, and I was walked/staggered to my door. i'm glad I kept my undercrackers dry :D



None I remember anyway...give me the undercrackers...i'll make sure they stay dry for you;)
 
bwahahahaha!! ok, I can completely see you doing that. bad boy!

and :p to you. my boys are all perfect gents and wouldn't dream of taking advantage. thumbs only.

Well I am glad you are still around sucking something....even if it is a "thumb".

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I didn't even notice my feet until I woke up this morning.
some shoes were not designed to be danced in.
 
6 am (roughly) at my grandparents house after a friend tried to leave me earlier that night at my parents house who weren't home. I debated walking the ten miles to go home before the confrontation with my grandparents, but my head exploded when I lifted it from the pillow.

I was 17. The grandparents were amazing nice about the whole thing though. They figured I learned my lesson. I sorta did. I'm not sure they ever told my parents.
 
in the backseat, with my head in his lap, sucking my thumb.

but knowing lit, people have woken up in much worse places doing far worse things.

what's your worst?

I woke up as the sun was coming through the curtains. Her head was tucked under my chin and my arm was around her neck. She was in the middle of some dream, which made her rub her cheek against my chest.

It was all very nice until I realized it was Monday morning, and in 20 minutes, my mother would bang on my door and tell me to get ready for school. I could have passed Lance Armstrong that morning. I made it home, in my bedroom window and under the blanket with about a minute to spare.
 
6 am (roughly) at my grandparents house after a friend tried to leave me earlier that night at my parents house who weren't home. I debated walking the ten miles to go home before the confrontation with my grandparents, but my head exploded when I lifted it from the pillow.

I was 17. The grandparents were amazing nice about the whole thing though. They figured I learned my lesson. I sorta did. I'm not sure they ever told my parents.
I guess grandparents have seen it all before!
I woke up as the sun was coming through the curtains. Her head was tucked under my chin and my arm was around her neck. She was in the middle of some dream, which made her rub her cheek against my chest.

It was all very nice until I realized it was Monday morning, and in 20 minutes, my mother would bang on my door and tell me to get ready for school. I could have passed Lance Armstrong that morning. I made it home, in my bedroom window and under the blanket with about a minute to spare.
and that, like a scene straight out of a sitcom, is pretty much what I expected you to say.
 
and that, like a scene straight out of a sitcom, is pretty much what I expected you to say.

Sit-coms have changed a lot since 1970. That would have been the movie of the week where young teens have sex and are punished when horrible things happen to them.

It wasn't very funny at the time and it was beginning to take it's toll. I was getting about 2 hours sleep on Sunday night and was falling asleep in class.

"Worst" is a very subjective concept. My Monday morning in 1970 is high on the list just for the adrenalin consumed in a 10 minute bike ride. It could have been much worst.

There was a Monday morning many years later, when I woke in almost the exact same situation and realized I was still married to the woman under my arm. That was kind of grim.
 
It's hard to choose. I don't think it was the strangest but it always makes laugh.

Naked (I can't stand clothes when I'm drunk) on a couch with my old lover also naked kneeling by me, singing to me and and petting my head. His roommate and his girlfriend walk in, shook their heads and just turned around and walked out. Together, we were often wild creatures.

By the way, glad to see you posting, missed you!
 
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