As some of you know, I do enjoy a nice smoke out now and then. I have little interest in trying any other drugs, but some weed now and then is a wonderful thing.

Sometimes, when I’m in the right mood, I like to fuck while altered. I have had some amazing experiences when high.

One of my favourite nights with Sebastian came about partially, I believe, due to our respective altered states. He’d had a few drinks, I smoked a bowl, and he had some poppers while we were fucking. We had *the* most amazing time. He played his guitar, and we talked, and fuck, he even cuddled. It was good.

My most memorable orgasm ever came after a nice bowl and a glass of wine, at the first orgy I attended. I was so utterly relaxed, and every sound, ever touch, every feeling was magnified and felt more intense. I was able to forget I was in a room of people and have the most gut wrenching orgasm I have ever had. Ever.

Now, I’ve found that for me, the key is controlling how high I get.

Sometimes, my buddy Coconuts and I get together, and get utterly ripped. We got so high simple tasks are difficult, and everything is funny. When he leaves, I bust out the Acuvibe, and wank three or four times and pass out. That’s all I can do.

Sometimes, when I’m out socially, and weed comes around, I’ll smoke a bit and get a little fluffy. In all honestly, I’d rather that than drink. Alcohol is weird.

That is a nice high to fool around on.

All this took some experimenting, and figuring out. It wasn’t always easy.

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Franklin and I were crammed into his tiny bathroom, standing in the tub and blowing smoke out the window. Either I had forgotten how potent my weed was, or it had gotten stronger with age, because we were pretty fucking high pretty fucking fast.

We stumbled out of the bathroom and left the door shut, waiting for the smoke to disperse through the window.

We cuddled down on the couch, laughing and joking around, and I’m sure we probably watched some TV.

Finally, things got all touchy feely, kissy, bitey dick sucky, and we decided to have sex.

We stumbled into the bedroom, pulling our clothes off as we fell on the bed. I laid on my back, and wrapped my legs around his waist, but for whatever reason, that position wasn’t working, so we switched to me on top. Not a particular favourite of mine, but still a good one. I climbed on, and slid his cock in me.

It felt awesome. However, there was a problem.

“Franklin…I can’t figure out how to move!”

“What?” he giggled

“I don’t know how to move!” I was laughing, but I was dead serious. I can honestly say I was so high, I couldn’t make my body remember how to fuck.

Epic. Fail.