So why are you calling me in the middle of the night for some drunk phone sex? Oh, because you ARE highly intoxicated with that brown liquor you say. You need me to shut up and listen to you rant about the fact that you’re pissed off because when you really look at your life, you haven’t been getting any like you thought you were. That brown alcohol is your pussy because the hoes dont really want you like they say they do.

  You’re upset and you really need to feel someone’s pee pee on your face, or for someone to say that they’re going to put their pee pee on your face. And that’s why you called me. Demanding me to say whatever horny thing is on your mind , I’Ill say it plus whatever horny things are on my mind if I think it will make you feel better.

  “Shut up bitch! You don’t really feel like that!” But I do. But my intentions here tonight aren’t to piss you off. I want your drunk ass to get the pleasure you need. The pleasure you require. Seems like you called for a listening ear, so I’ll sit here and let you vent to me and molest me at the same time. Go ahead and tell me who you hate most in this world and who you’d take into an alley and have your way with all while you’re jerking your meatstick and shaking it to me. Yes baby, I’ll be your therapist. Tell me everything. And when our session is over, you call right back because you haven’t completely said what you wanted to say in the ways you wanted to say them. Back to back calls all night until you pass out. I love it. This is our drunk phone sex.