Read part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u18jek/dancing_with_myself_t_a_rave_journal_pt_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)!
For at least thirty minutes I crawled and climbed over the table, pushing the toy in and out of my ass, riding it, twerking on it, cumming straight onto the floor as I ran my hands over my damp, smooth skin. After standing back up for a quick breather, an idea hit me. I took a bong rip and another shot (yes I like to mix my chemicals haha), tide my hair up into two tight buns on the side of my head, grabbed my bottle of Astroglide and began pouring the slick substance all over me, working it on to every inch of my exposed body.
It was at that moment that I truly desired someone else was there with me, because the feeling of flesh sliding effortlessly across flesh sent me over the edge. If I got sticky I simply spritzed myself down a bit and kept touching myself, my hands gliding down my shoulders and arms, grabbing my waist and ass, my legs snaking together, my skin aglow and reflecting the psychedelic laser light display. I had a cup of ice cubes (both real and little plastic ice packs that wouldn’t drip)that I put to good use on my body as well, letting one melt on my tongue while the others traced cold lines across my skin. I didn’t even need to touch privates, my entire body was an erogenous zone, and while I didn’t orgasm in the bodily sense, my mind was cumming out of control.
I don’t know how long I danced and moved, but eventually decided I needed a breather and stepped back outside. My backyard is partially hidden, but still very much exposed to the neighbors, but at 3am I was 90% sure nobody was watching, and the last 10% I just didn’t care about. I smoked another cigarette as I twirled in the darkness, my skin turning to ice, the breeze mixing in my lungs with the menthol, my head held back, looking at the black sky. When the cigarette was gone I went to the hose and doused myself in freezing water, not even needing to catch my breath, but embracing the vivid feeling. My skin was still slick, and I lightly stepped barefoot through the grass. I felt powerful, primal, like Eve in her garden. I looked at my faint shadow on the side of the house, holding my body at different angles to admire my own form.
I walked along the fence line, kneeling in the cold dirt to inhale some newly bloomed flowers, bending over to sniff them as I reached my fingers back to slide inside myself, fingering my asshole as I deeply inhaled nature. I walked out onto my driveway, completely exposed to the three houses across the street, and leaned over the hood of my car, continuing to finger fuck myself and keep my moans quiet. I knelt in the front garden and explored some more, but eventually decided I’d risked enough exposure for the moment.
Back inside I thought it was time to really kick things into high gear, and I begin setting up my fuck machines. I couldn’t help myself and went with the big boy first, I just had to try this thing. I had a low work bench that I could straddle perfectly, and laid some pillows on it and to the sides for my knees to rest on while I positioned the fuck machine on the couch, my new pink dildo angled right toward my ass. After fiddling with the position for a bit, I got back up to slip some of my lingerie back on.
I layered on my pink teddy as well as the top I’d cut from the bodysuit, rolling the sleeves down to my elbow and pulling a single opera glove on one hand, and a double layer of black and pink fishnet fingerless gloves on the other. I decided to put on my black seamed thigh highs with my garter belt, enjoying how they slid up my legs, then pulling on the pink fishnets over top. I loved the way the pink material popped with the black background, and finished off the look with my black thong and high heels. I took one look at myself in the mirror and the only thing I could thing was: I looked ready to get fucked.
I mounted my fuck bench, liberally applied lube to my dildo, and set it into my ass. I turned up the volume, pushed play on another video, inhaled deeply of my vapes, and began sliding the speed control up. I heard the motor engage, but it seemed to have trouble in the lower voltages. As I turned it up more I felt it begin to slide in and out of me, then began ratcheting out of control! The speed was too much, and perhaps the stroke length a little too long, as the dildo would hammer me once or twice and then fly out, smacking my ass at high speed. The first time I laughed, but my frustration built as I tried different angles and arrangements. Finally I gave up, alas I had not tested the prototype before hand, and it would have to wait for another day.
Fortunately, in my infinitely horny mindset, I had my second fucktoy ready. The jigsaw was designed to push in and out, albeit at a much smaller stroke, but the simplicity ensured that it wouldn’t let me down. After regrouping a bit, and deciding to crush up and snort a half a valium as it was getting very late and I was ready to start winding my body down, I lay back down on my stool, slid back on the dildo, and started to slowly engage it again. It was still tricky in the lower speeds, and I found I had to get it to a fairly fast pace in order to keep the motor moving. This I was fine with, because it began jackhammering my ass like I have never experienced before. I straddled my bench, pushing back and forth as the motor fucked my ass, my porn screen filling my vision and a smoky haze around me as I puffed on my vapes. To really relax I decided to reorient myself on my back, head hanging over the bench so I could continue gooning to the porn upside down. I held my legs back and just let the fuck machine do its work, my moans turning into uncontrollable screams as I clenched my vape in my teeth. I don’t even know how many times I came like that, after the first it felt like my body just continued orgasming until I could barely take it any more. I’m pretty sure I peed myself a little bit too, I was just so lost in the sensation.
After one final push, my eyes rolling back in my head, my breath taken and barely gasping, I pulled myself off the toy and turned it off. My head was spinning, and suddenly a cold rush came over me. I felt nausea building up inside my belly and I rolled off the bench, crawling toward my bathrobe I had draped over the couch, and just barely pulled it to my face to catch the spurt of vomit that came out. I was shaking but the nausea passed instantly, the combination of drugs, especially the nicotine, must have overwhelmed me for a moment. I stood up unsteadily and went to the sink to clean up before coming back to lie on the floor and let the wave of chills pass.
After that intense experience, I felt that my night was coming to an end. But I still just had so much sexual desire built up inside of me, I decided to take my pink dildo to the shower for a few last thrusts. I pulled the curtain aside so I could see myself in the mirror, stuck the dildo on the wall, turned the water as hot as it would go, and just slowly fucked myself, staring at my body as I did so. The lube washed off of my skin and I ran my hands all over myself in the steam, before closing my eyes and moving the toy down to the bottom of the tub. I lay on top of it, hot water pouring over me, and rode it into my ass in an extremely relaxing, slow, and sensual way.
For the entire night, I knew that my cock would not get hard, it never did when I was on molly, and I had been content with fucking my ass to get off. But now, laying in the tub, spooning into my toy, I pulled and rubbed at my shaved balls and cock, coaxing it awake ever so gently. Soon enough it began to swell, and I rubbed it as I fucked myself, willing the blood to return to my neglected member, images of beauty swimming in my head and bringing me to the edge. I put my feet up on the wall of the tub and I started slamming my asshole down onto my toy, pulling at my cock with both hands as my moans became uncontrollable again. Finally, the hot spray released from my cock, and I felt the days long load I had saved up shoot up and over me, covering my smooth stomach and chest. I squirmed and moaned, rubbing the sticky substance over me as I gently pulled the dildo out of my ass, loving its warmth as it flopped to lay gently across my balls.
After recovering for a few minutes, I finally pulled myself up, rinsed off one more time, dried off, and wiped the running makeup from my eyes. Looking around the house, I had truly done a number on it, and would be happy to let it stay a mess till the next day. Taking a melatonin to help me pass into slumber and a glass of water, I crawled into bed, the fresh sheets embracing my smoothly shaved body and cuddling me to sleep.
This experience was truly unforgettable and wonderful. Not everything had gone according to plan, but none of the setbacks could have derailed my enjoyment. There were moments when having another person with me would have been tantalizing and amazing, but the freedom of knowing I was on my own time, with no need to hold back any part of myself, and the ability to fully realize my core desires outweighed any feeling of loneliness. Am I a freak? A weirdo? Slut, queer, hedonist, addict, narcissist? Yes probably, and I am okay with that.
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