#a specific friend with an oral fixation has been trying to alter my brain chemistry and fuck me it is working

[unsustainableeuphoria]

Daydreaming about inviting friends to a party and setting up a friend with an oral fixation in a "kissing booth", wrists tied and eyes blindfolded.

(hey can i use babe as a gender neutral term k thanks)

For free, partygoers can kiss the booth babe anywhere above the neck, and pretty soon there's a revolving line of friends, each one getting right back in line again after making the booth babe whimper and whine as they lean into every neck kiss or melt into every liplock. Some even shell out a few bucks to apply lipstick to the booth babe before the kiss so they can go back to the party with a big red kissmark and a sense of pride. Others put the lipstick on themselves and brag about who left the best messy mark on the babe, some even take selfies after the kiss and tag the booth babe knowing fully well they won't see it until the next morning.

For a small tip, some partygoers snag themselves a full on makeout session, roaming hands encouraged as they tangle their fingers in the booth babe's hair or lean all the way over the booth to explore their tummy and sides, leave little hickies and kiss them better, blow hot breath into the booth babe's ear and listen to their breathe hitch in their throat. It's not long before the booth babe's hair is a mess, their lneck is dotted with bruises and bites, and they're practically swooning in their chair from the sheer overstimulation of a couple dozen consecutive makeout sessions that someone suggests getting more rope to make sure they don't fall out of the booth all together.

And later in the night (after the babe has had a good break, a snack, and a couple bottles or water), a select few generous tippers get free use of the booth babe's mouth: some pour shots in, a few shotgun hits to get them nice and high, but eventually someone grabs the babe by their bound wrists and leads them to a private room where party goers take turns getting oral from a babe who's so spinny from kisses and teases and smoke and shots that they don't even notice when some of the tippers double dip (but really, who cares, the money was an excuse and everyone knows they'd do it all for free)

Until finally everyone's had their way with them and then some, and the booth babe is left to recover and count their earnings, trying to connect voices to faces (some strangers, some absolutely familiar) and cursing themselves for not adding a tip option to fuck them senseless