Eric (my bf) and I were feeling good so we decided to take it up a notch and each took a tab on Friday before we went out.
I got a little sidetracked from getting ready because I had a phone call and halfway through taking to my dad I felt the shift. I dropped my phone and started teasing Eric. We both went from feeling good to great. Every touch felt like a warm tingle and since I was still getting dressed anyway, I told him to sit in the bed and I straddled his lap.
Feeling my bare pussy rub against his slacks felt amazing and I told him to keep touching me everywhere as we kissed. Even his tongue in my mouth felt wetter and warmer, and each time it hit my tongue piercing, it was like a lightning rod.
He was fully dressed and it’s one of my favorite things to be naked with a guy like that. But he clearly wasn’t playing long. He flipped me over, and spread my legs around his waist. Feeling his whole weight on top of me was incredible. Each point of touch where my other piercings (nipples, belly, hips, clit) rubbed against him felt lava hot. My kisses got rougher and I was nipping at his jaw and making these embarrassing mewling sounds.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “I need you so bad.”
“We’re supposed to be leaving soon,” he replied way too calmly. Especially for how he was grinding his hardon against me, soaking his pants.
“But I want it,” which is practically my catch phrase when I’m in the mood.
“And you always get what you want?” He teased me, but he was moving over to undo his buttons. This is also his usual reply to my demands.
He didn’t take anything off, but he pulled his pants open enough to take his beautiful cock out. The head was shiny wet and he started teasing the barbell piercing at the tip against me.
I was clawing at his clothes when he finally fucked me. The euphoria making every stroke feel more intense. I wanted him inside, and outside and all around me. I scratched his lower back in my need. He seemed to be in a similar state, because he pulled at my hair, exposing my neck where he left a bite mark.
It didn’t last long, which is probably for the best or we might have really done some damage. He dropped a huge load inside me and I quivered over his cock for what seemed like hours.
We pulled apart, giggling and still riding our high. We were still going out.
He had to change. I ripped his shirt and his pants were soaked. My hair was a wreck. He had accidentally pulled out some extensions so I had to take them all down. Lol
By the time we left, we had lost about an hour so we skipped dinner and went straight to the club to meet our friends.
Dancing with people kept my buzz going. I could feel his cum running down my leg and I wanted to keep grinding against something. I ended up dancing with some guy. I guessed he was a little younger because he had this wide eyed expressed when I pulled him closer. I could feel how hard he was pretty soon. And my dress was short enough I could rub my bare pussy against him too.
We soon found ourselves in my car in the parking lot. His dick was okay, not big, but uncut which I haven’t played with in a while. I started sucking him as soon as he got his pants to his knees. Since my extension were out, I told him he could put his hands on my head and fuck my mouth. He was a little nervous I think, but I was having a good time. I could fit his dick and balls in my mouth.
He was sitting in the passenger seat while I was leaning over from the driver’s side. Face down obviously, so I didn’t see why he suddenly pushed me away. I thought he was about to cum and I told him it was okay, but realized he was staring behind me.
It was Eric looking in the window at me. I smiled and shouted “my boyfriend!” which was probably a mistake. The guy cursed and got out of the car comically fast while trying to get his pants together. He bolted into the parkinglot I guess. I don’t really know. For the record, bf and I are open. And the guy knew I had a bf, but maybe not that bf was probably eight inches taller and had about 40 pounds on him, or that he was at the same club… My bad.
I pouted as Eric opened my door. “he was gonna fuck me. ”
“I doubt it.” E was smiling at me as he helped me out of the car.
I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him to me. “you will though right?”
He kissed me, softly this time, as he slid his fingers between my legs and started rubbing me. I came stupid fast on his hand. The high and our penchant for risky public places was definitely an influence.
“Want to go back inside?” He was grinning, proud of himself like always for knowing my body so well. Asshole. Lol
“But,” I put one hand on his bulge and squeezed lightly and opened the door to the back of the car where the bench seat is much more comfortable. “I want it.” I smiled sweetly up at him. I can imagine how desperate for cock I still looked.
He knew his role. “and you always get what you want?” he replied as he climbed into the back seat with me.
I do. I always do.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tvcioi/mf_mixing_drugs_and_sex_is_good
Damn, very hot story
Drugs and sex are like pb n j! Match made in heaven
Honestly, there’s something there. When my wife started taking Delta 8, she went from pretty frisky to sloppily slutty. She’s generally willing to do anything at all to cum harder on delta, and she has stated that she would happily give up about anything to just keep being in that zone and getting fucked.
Went from 2-3 nights a week on average to at least once a day, delta or not.