When I was 23 and just getting into a relationship, I met a tall handsome and talented Russian musician, who I’ll call Vlad for this story. We met walking past each other a park when I asked him for a light. We talked as I shared my spliff with him and he invited me to a party he was having. Told me there’d be lots of hq coke there, which is not remotely appealing to me, and I told him that since I’m a simple cannabis and psychedelic lover. He said he could get the best psychedelics for me, whatever I wanted. Tempting as a trip always sounds, I declined and told him I’d take him up on his invite to party another time and went and told my boyfriend about the funny stranger I just met. Sounds like he wants to fuck you, he said, not finding my description of this stranger as amusing as I did. Yeah, he probably did, I conceded.
Vlad continued to invite me to parties over the course of several months which I declined and eventually ignored. Then my relationship ended and I was ready to start being social again, even with people I knew I wanted to fuck me. I wasn’t really interested in fucking Vlad or anyone else since I was pretty tied up on my ex but figured I’d get out of the house and get my mind off him and meet some new people. I’m a tall, slim, taut black girl and I’m told I’m strikingly beautiful by people of all stripes. Trying to enjoy it while it lasts. I also had a very outgoing personality at the time. When I got there, he flirted with me but I remember feeling down despite his attempt to draw me out. I gently rebuffed his physical advances since I still couldn’t imagine myself being with anyone new and genuinely enjoying it.
Then he brought out the mushroom cap. We talked on the couch and he keeps trying to touch my pussy through my leather pants and I think it’s funny since I’m still feeling somewhat frigid, but soon, with each passing minute, all of my thoughts begin to melt along with my body. I soon feel wild and completely uninhibited but somehow still in control. Well, if feels like my pussy is running the show. Soon every touch sends pleasure throughout my whole body. He kisses me and I laugh because my whole body feels tickled from the inside. His mouth becomes I world I have to explore. I want to consume him. He takes my top off and bites and licks and sucks on my nipples. It feels like whole body has turned into one massive clit.
Then he strips me and goes down on me. Every single nerve on my clit is magnified by 100. I suck his big, thick dick greedily and his moans are magnified in my ears. Finally, he fucks me and I’m convinced that his dick is able to speak audible words to my pussy and it knows just the right words to say. His voice is deep, deep and in his accent he asks baby, you feel me, baby? He repeats deeply and desperately ‘baby’ and honestly, he sounds like a Russian porn star, but it’s unbelievably hot in my ear. He brings out a soft flogger and slaps my ass steadily with its suede-like tassels. It’s one of the sheerest pleasures I’ve ever felt.
Another time, this time on e and mushies, I’m incurably horny no matter how much we fuck and how many orgasms I have. Poor Vlad. The sun is starting to come up in his apt overlooking the beach and tell him I want to be fucked on his balcony to the sunrise. He’s somewhat nervous since its starting to get light out, but of course he doesn’t deny me. He quickly has me bent over his balcony and is thrusting me forcefully in the way I’m craving. I’m enjoying every moment then he slows down and says nervously, ‘are you sure you want to keep going? I think we’re visible to those construction workers over there.’ Sure enough the workers were close enough to see clearly what they were doing which meant we were fully on display to them. And they had definitely begun to take notice of us. I wondered if I looked ridiculous or crazed to the men, getting fucked like this, screaming out in pleasure, and if I was being a public nuisance. However, they seemed captivated – not jeering, and one seemed to be recording so I felt completely fine to continue. Then I watched one of the guys who moved away the group so he could get a bit more privacy, continue staring us down and put his hand in his pants. I could make out a sort of seriousness on his face and the outline of his erection in his pants.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nuw7lz/mushroomfueled_private_and_public_sex_mf