F.U.I.

by Disco

Intoxicated sex... I can tell you a really gnarly story about this one.

Back when I was dating George (which, if you read this post you'll know I was never actually interested in him but instead was semi-pressured/fairly-disturbed at the time) I had a night where I drank too much vodka. Honestly, this was the second time this had happened and I ended up in the bathroom, on the floor, passing out - this is where the fucked up part starts coming in - praying no one would find me so that I could die there. When someone did find me and the ambulance staff arrived, I was too drunk to speak, to do anything to show how I was feeling except scream. That was all I could do. I wanted to tell them, calmly, leave me alone, just put me in my room and leave me alone, I'm fine - but I wasn't able to. I could just scream bloody murder and try to get away from them.

Somewhere in there I passed out and puked a lot of blood and a few hours later I woke up. George witnessed all of this, along with our friend - who I was actually in love with at the time, and who was a very sweet man to me (in fact we later went hitch hiking together) and who I actually wanted to be my boyfriend, not George... not George at all.

But what disturbs me is that George saw all of this. He and the other boy came to the hospital in the ambulance with me, saw me puking blood and vomit, bleeding from the IV, crying, passing out - and hours upon hours later when I woke up and was discharged we went back to his room because nobody wanted to leave me alone, and I tried to go to sleep...

And George coerced me into giving him a blowjob.

Fresh from the blood & vomit campaign, still smelling of it, blood spatters caked on my arms, he had me give him a blowjob, and I hated myself enough that I didn't care anymore, and I did.

One of the worst nights of my life I can remember - so ridiculously sordid. But now that I've gotten that out of the way, and keeping in mind that my first encounter with George, which you can see in the previous post, was also an intoxicated encounter you shall know that sometimes intoxicated sex is a very, very bad idea. It has everything to do with how you feel about yourself, though, because...

During my relationship with Jack, we would sometimes go out drinking together and for a very brief period we smoked weed together (but the ultimate decision was that we didn't like it, as it didn't mesh well with my depression and his aversion to all drugs in an attempt to stay clean from one particular drug he had been addicted to years ago.) When I drink -only a small few and not enough to get me hospitalized - I get very horny and I am also inclined to having a more open mind, like anybody else. And therefore, especially during the beginning stages when my body was still very closed off and I was still very wary about sexual encounters, sex with Disco when she'd had a few was the best sex. And to this day it probably still is. I still love having a few drinks, going home and sending Jack naughty messages. Just-barely drunken horniness and sex can be some of the best and I totally reccomend it, while keeping in mind how it all depends on how you feel about the person you're with but mostly how you feel about yourself. You have to trust yourself, above anything. If you trust yourself, you're free.

No Comment...For now

By Glitterbella

When XTC first mentioned this as the topic of the week, I was like, ugh, I have NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT. HeadBang. I have had sex after drinking, but never after drinking to the point of intoxication. I don't do drugs, so thats out.

I thought. Sure I could write about the last time I had sex. It was certainly disastrous enough to count as intoxicated sex. However, I only had a few drinks before, and I certainly and sadly remember it all.

I thought harder. Some memories from a party when I was sixteen. Oddly, considering the date, a Canada day party. I recall sitting on a bed, which my best friend who I'll call Beth and Mitch, a guy I had a thing for. I refused to have sex with him, because he was a player and a dirtbag and we didn't have a condom. Instead I moved to touch her, and he wrenched us apart. We hadn't even kissed at that point. I left the room shortly after that, and I'm pretty sure she had sex with him. I didn't ask, she didn't tell. That same night I borrowed a shirt from the host, a male friend of mine. Unfortunately I also made the mistake of changing in front of him. This was SEVEN years ago, and HE still talks about it, lately he has been trying to convince me to have a threesome with him and his fiancee. Been there, done that. (Re, Last time I had sex.)

Again, later that same night (yeah, it was a long one- an all nighter matter of fact) I was laying in a bed with Beth, Mitch and another guy and an another girl ( five people in a double bed...comfy! Not). Mitch was laying in between me and Beth and I remember him attempting to turn me on. Putting my hand on his lap, so I could feel his boner (I forever referred to him as pencil dick after that), eventually he put his hand down my pants (super baggy men's Army pants from the Army surplus store, shouldda gone with tight jeans!) and attempted to finger me. I say attempted since he was SMASHED and I was really turned off. Painful combo, if you get my drift.

After that night I didn't drink for a long time. Until I was legal, to the best I can remember. And on my 19th birthday I was in a long term relationship with a lightweight. He didn't enjoy drinking, and we lived in a city where I had very few friends my own age, and he had several. We drank with them a few times, but whenever we got home he would go straight to bed. In the other bedroom. (Oh, conservative parents, who knew I'd be grateful you insisted on a two bedroom!)

So I guess, I really have to say “No Comment” until further examination of the issue. I have a “date” on sunday, but apparently he doesn't like drinking either. We shall have to see. And I use quotes because I really like this guy, and I have a feeling that it could just be a hook up. Oh well.

Under the Influence

by XTC

Most of my sexual experiences have involved intoxication of some sort. This is not something that I am necessarily proud of; in fact, I wish that this were not the case. I’m sure that sex while drunk is useful to help spice up the bedroom of many couples, and it may be fun if you finally snag that hot guy at the bar you’ve been eyeing all night. However, personally, it isn’t my thing. Maybe this will change in the future, but the sexual experiences that I have had while drunk were not exactly anything to brag about the next day.

My first drunken sexing occurred on my eighteenth birthday. I had just moved away for college and into my dorm. As fate had it, my birthday fell on the weekend that the school’s “dry welcome week” ended. So needless to say, everybody was smashed. The boy was in my room, but there with another girl from down the hall, who I did not really know. I managed to entice him away with my lip ring and handcuffs that he had spotted lying on my window sill.

We should have had sex right there, we should have broken in my new bed. Unfortunately, one of the new friends who I had just made days prior, was a little protective. She refused to let anybody leave the room as a method of preventing me from “making a dumb choice.” Thanks to new residence buildings, however, I had a private bathroom! But then she stole my condoms... As you can see, this was not easy for me. Somehow in my drunken (and I mean drunken) state I managed to remember that a condom was given to me in my residence welcome package.

Needless to say, we had sex on my bathroom floor while all of my friends listened. It wasn’t nearly worth all of the hassle that I went through to get it. Not to sound incredibly prude... but I have been fingered by fingers that were bigger than his penis. It lasted one minute. Or maybe even less. Literally. The only thing that made it not horrrrrrible is that I was still incredibly tight at the time so it didn’t hurt as much as it would have if it would have been with somebody else. Maybe it could have even been decent if it lasted through an entire song.

I don’t remember what he looked like, only that he had red hair. I only got his first name, which I had to be reminded of by my friends. I haven’t seen him since. If you do want to have a drunken one time hook up, I believe that it should be one that you look back on in the future and think, “Wow, I remember that one time when...” It should be an awesome experience. So, basically, my message is not to completely avoid drunken hook-ups, but just have high standards of who they are with. I know that such judgement is difficult while drunk, but it’s just something to keep in mind. There are far too many disease and pregnancy options out there to risk it on horrible sex that you may not even remember the next day.

I should have learned my lesson after that birthday. But sadly, more experiences followed. The most shameful would be the deflowering of my friends’ cousin who came down to visit for a weekend. Thank god she forgave me for that. By the way, don’t ever make that mistake. Not only did I feel guilty and awkward as hell the next day, but I was drunk and sloppy and he was completely inexperienced and we barely knew each other so there was no level of comfort or familiarity. It was one of the worst sexual experiences that I have, and I’m sure that it was not an adequate introduction into the world of sexuality for that poor guy.

The WORST, however, occurred this past school year. I went months without any intercourse. The chance just never came up. I wasn’t exactly looking either... But one night I had a treasure hunt with my friends. After hours of walking around town in the cold we found ourselves at the school pub. I got smashed. By the time I headed home, I had drank two entire pitchers of beer to myself. Keep in mind, that I am usually drunk after one.

A guy who I had sorta been seeing the spring prior decided to call me that night because he was back in town. So I went over to his friends’ places to hang with them for awhile. I couldn’t go to bed while so wasted anyways if I didn’t want to wake with a hangover, and everybody else was asleep because it was a school night.

I will spare the details on how everything happened, but we sort of had a three some of sorts... I’m sure that this topic will arise eventually so I will further embellish on this story then. For now, let’s just say, that it was horrid. The new man was incredibly blessed in the size range and I am tight, and was far too drunk to feel comfortable there or lubricate properly. So so so so painful. I hurt the entire next day, it was worse than when I lost my virginity.

Now that I’ve shared my most horrific alcohol-related experiences, unto something that I DO enjoy - weed. I began smoking weed when I was rather young. There are periods where I barely do it at all, periods where I do it too much, it fluctuates. But one thing that I never did, was have sex while high. I always wanted to... I go through different moods when I smoke, depending on the situation and the weed, etc. But one of those moods is a need to touch everything... and just... enjoy everything.

When this blog first began I wrote about celibacy and how I had actually been celibate for awhile. Well, a couple of weeks ago, that streak was broken. It also happened to be my first time having sex while high.

The man was a guy who I have... history... with, tracing back to many years ago. Certain friends think that it was a bad decision, other friends don’t even know yet, but I’m sure that they would object as well. It may not have been the best decision, but thankfully I have not spent time with him since so it has not turned into a regular thing, or an incredibly complicated situation.

We smoked multiple joints. We’d fool around a little bit, smoke more, fool around more, smoke a bit more, and so on. It was quite... kinky in some ways. The foreplay was amazing. He definitely knows what he is doing! That combined with the enhanced physical feeling due to the weed... utter awesomeness. My only regret is that I didn’t let it continue on for longer until I got to orgasm. I was just impatient and kept wanting more, I guess.

There were a lot of kinkyesque things involved that I quite enjoyed; including rough nipple play, choking, and messy cock-sucking. He asked me to make sure that it wasn’t too much though. I liked it. We tried a ton of various positions and I got a much better sense of what I like best and what I’m not a huge fan of, which was muchly needed.

Before I went there I expected for something sexual to happen. We always had a bit of a desire for each other and he hadn’t been with a girl for a very long time. I guess that you could say that I got what I wanted. I have been stressed out lately, and just prior to that night I was on the verge of exploding. I got to catch up with an old friend, get high and relax, and blow off some physical steam. It was SUCH a relief and I felt absolutely amazing the next day.

Back to this week’s topic specifically, I think that the weed really helped the situation. It made me feel relaxed and comfortable, and I was much more easily aroused because all good feeling was intensified. It should also probably be noted that since I have never had consistent sex I am still quite tight and a lot of the time, sex hurts at first. It should have hurt a lot this time because this specific boy is quite gifted. However, thankfully, it wasn’t too bad at all. I think that part of that may be due to weed’s alleged pain-numbing powers.

SO, to wrap up, although I am not a huge fan of drunken hook-ups, a good smoke before sex is something that I am quite in favour of. In fact, I definitely hope to do it again someday. It’s a grand ol’ fun time!