[M]e, the girl at the rave[F] and Molly

*hey all, thought i’d share some tales from the past let me know what you think of them!*

It was in Stockholm, late last year, at a rave, celebrating the end of my thesis as well as the end of my exchange over there. It was your typical warehouse party, our by the industrial district, a random office space gutted and retrofitted into a party area with dance floor, chillout area, etc.

The night began like every other of its kind, drinks going into the party, then popping the molly and returning to the dance floor. Soon I began to feel the roll as the drugs took hold, amplifying my sensations as the molly hit me.

It was special, every roll is I guess, Feeling the music flow me, letting the vibrations of the pounding techno take me away as I knew I just had to fucking dance and move! I let the laser lights and the costumes of people wash over standing in stark contrast to the darkness around me.

Then our eyes met, you know how it is, everything else melts into the background and they stand in sharp contrast, like a lens being adjusted. I saw her, shaved hair, large eyes, swaying gently to the rhythm, clearly as high as I was.

The next steps happened in flashes of memory; steps sped up by molly, an approach, greetings, offering of gum, small talk, dancing closer and closer, arms around waists, the kiss.

I know what MDMA is, 3,4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine, a simple enough compound for an engineering graduate like myself, hell I could even sketch you the molecule and point out each compound. I know what effect is on the brain chemistry. Yet all that meant nothing as I felt her lips against mine.

Emboldened by the drugs I kissed her deeply, almost greedily and she did so in return, our tongues probing one another, the sensation like a little electric current as they touched. Our hands wondering over each other, as we were each exploring a new person, feeling each other’s breathing and energy beneath our skins.

As I ran my fingertips over her skin I felt goosebumps as she most likely did with me. I moved up to what was left of her hair, feeling over her scalp, it felt a little like stubble but…softer, more defined, almost like a sheep’s wool. It felt exciting new, an infant feeling a new type of fabric for the first time, their mind overwhelmed with the sensation of how good it is.

All of this as I kissed her, her mouth hungrily kissing mine, could I hear her deep breaths over the music? Or did I just instinctively know they were there, her hands exploring the feeling as I kissed her neck, both of us oblivious to the outside world.

None of us had control, we were a slave to our lust, the sensations, the music, the chemical dance inside our brains. Now I know why they call it ecstasy.

It reached a point where it became too much, we pulled away and she whispered to me in a lilting Swedish accent

“I just want to tear your fucking clothes off”

We moved through the crowd, hands clasped together, cherishing the contact with each other. We stood in the line to the bathrooms. These were big unisex ones, each like a separate room. We kissed and caressed each other in the line, never minding the stares.

We saw an opening and rushed into a bathroom, slamming the door behind us. The fluorescence was disorientating for a second, but soon the chemical rush came crashing back and we continued clumsily feeling each other up as we tore each others clothes off.
I moved to sit on the toilet and finally I can see her body properly. A little curvier than average but, but what shocked me was the rest, her skin covered in tattoos of strange patterns, her big pink nipples pierced and down between her legs, a small flash of metal that makes me blush to this day.

This kind of punk aesthetic, one which I had always secretly desired but could never do myself, entranced me I felt intimidated,like a man who was being rewarded with a day with the gods on Olympus.

All I could say was “whoa”

She smiled, her huge pupils gleaming as she kissed me again. pulled my head down to kiss her body. I felt the slight chill of metal on my tongue as I took her nipple in my mouth, tasting every part of her breast as she moaned, kissing her all the way down across her belly my lips on some elaborate tattoo, the design of which I cannot recall, as she played with her pussy. There was some banging on the door, angry voices that we could not comprehend in our state of lust.

I began to stroke my cock, knowing that I had to get extra hard to please her. She noticed, smiled again and in one fluid movement knelt on the ground and took me into her mouth.

I gasped as a whole new set of erotic sensations flowed through me; I thought I might pass out my body twitching in response to her expert tongue. Once again the molly had increased my sensitivity and it felt like heaven I watched as my member swelled to its proper thickness and length within her mouth.. I knew what I had to do.

I stood up, surprising her and pinned her to the bathroom wall, burying my head in her neck to bite it as I began to finger her,deep into her pussy, feeling the heat of it on my fingers. I heard her moan and felt her squirm beneath me. She pushed me off and turned around, giving me an animalistic grin as she looked behind her.

I applied a condom and began to push my thick cock, shiny with precum and her salivia into her wet pussy, slowly at first but increasing in speed in an instant. Our moans echoed off the bathroom walls as she braced herself against the wall, both of us willing our legs not to give out. Rocking back and forth as I fucked her in what seemed like eternity, the flow of time stopped in that small bathroom.

There came a point, where we both realised there would be no climax and neither of us cared. For us it was the journey down into the drug fuelled depraved depths that was the focused here. We kissed as we dressed then opening the bathroom doors… to be met with a series of glares as we realised how dishevelled we look…we must’ve stank of sex.

Our lust melted into high giggling and embarrassment as we made our way to the chill out area near the. We spent the remains of our high kissing, cuddling, and talking about everything under the sun.

When it was over I had to go and in 24 hours was on a flight out of the country, but even now that moment sticks with me, a wonderful memory crystallised in time forever.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5cs7z4/me_the_girl_at_the_ravef_and_molly