[FF] Why women shouldn’t take viagra

When it comes to drugs, I’m quite experienced, though I certainly wouldn’t consider myself a stoner. There are only a few I haven’t tried and never plan to (cocaine, heroin, meth, most opioids). These days I don’t get high more than four or five times a month. I occasionally give people advice on how to trip safely, and which drugs to avoid entirely. Part of that is a very strong recommendation for people to NEVER abuse prescription drugs of any sort, for any reason. Well, here’s a big part of why I do that.

Not many people are aware of this, but Viagra (sildenafil citrate) was first invented to treat high blood pressure and sold under the brand name of Revatio, which it still is today. The men who took it noticed a nifty little side effect, and two years later, Pfizer manufactured a bunch more and sold it under the brand name of Viagra, to treat erectile dysfunction. Chemically, it was no different than Revatio, except the pill was blue instead of orange.

Viagra was released for commercial use when I was in college, and whenever drugs come out, people who aren’t supposed to be taking them are bound to experiment. At this time, it was being whispered about in lesbian circles because supposedly it was a powerful aphrodisiac. I was dating a gorgeous redhead who we’ll call Juliette, and being as young and stupid as we were, we decided we’d become unsanctioned lab monkeys for this new wonder drug and bought some from a local dealer.

We got a bottle of lube and some various assorted toys and locked ourselves in my dorm room, and I took a single tablet. Well, it turned out not only were the rumors about Viagra being an aphrodisiac for women true, they were woefully watered down. By the time the chemicals entered my bloodstream, I felt like I’d been hit by a freight train of horniness. And it wasn’t a pleasant, fun sort of horniness, like the kind you get from a candlelit dinner or one of the actually good porn flicks out there. No, this was a gnawing, desperate sort of horniness.

I nearly tore my shirt in half and snapped one of the straps on my bra trying to get naked. Juliette started kissing me and rubbing my breasts, which I normally enjoyed, but that time it just felt like cruel teasing. I grabbed her hand and put it right on my pussy. She got the message and started rubbing my clit, which wasn’t enough for me. I rubbed my pussy against her hand like a dog in heat and shoved my tongue into her mouth. Again, she got that message and put two fingers into me. That still wasn’t enough, and I grabbed her hand, pulling it even closer. She stared, dumbfounded. “Are you sure, Clarissa?”

“Please!” I begged her. Bit by bit, Juliette slowly pushed into me. In less than thirty seconds, she had her entire hand inside me, and hadn’t even used any lube. Yes, I was that wet. When she was in up to her wrist, I finally felt some measure of relief. I’d been fisted before, but never that quickly and never by her. She twisted her wrist and moved it back and forth and twisted it around, which was pure bliss, not from the activity itself, but from the relief I got. I quickly came all over her wrist, which she gladly licked off.

Still, I wasn’t satisfied, and I pulled Juliette close to me, kissing her savagely, licking her face, and bucking my hips against her. She pushed me off and told me to be patient while I rubbed myself furiously just to stave off the unbearable arousal. A minute later, she came back wearing a strapon, which she plunged into me and fucked me furiously through numerous orgasms, each of them helping me come down just a little.

Unfortunately, my chemical-induced horniness was far greater than Juliette’s energy, and she collapsed on the mattress. I felt like a beast in heat, unable to think about anything other than my gratification. She could obviously see that, so she told me to just ride the strapon to my heart’s content. I climbed on her, slid it in me, and bounced on her until my legs got sore, which was some time after she more or less fell asleep.

When it finally wore off, I was completely drained of energy and absolutely soaked in sweat, and collapsed next to Juliette. She seemed rather irritated the next day, and I didn’t have any trouble figuring out why. Lucky for me, she got over it. We’d spent twenty bucks on a single pill that gave us a night of sex that was demanding, wearying, and not particularly gratifying for either of us. And we didn’t even need that damn thing in the first place. I have never, in my entire life, met a woman that I couldn’t turn on once we got to the bedroom, and my own arousal has never been an issue.

I risked my relationship and had draining, unsatisfying sex, all because I ingested something that I didn’t fully understand. Things could have ended a lot worse for me than they did. Seriously, don’t fuck around with prescription drugs.

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