Lost to the music... or perhaps the ?

Your vision was blurry. You could hardly see a thing. All around you were smokey images of what might be people, entangled in a sea of waving silly strings. The strobing lights. The mosaic patchwork of glowy objects. The world was so sparkly and colorful. It was hard to keep your balance. You stumble down onto a step, feeling incredibly disorientated. However, you did not even seem to feel the ground. You felt like you were floating. It was actually pretty funny, this weird feeling of weightlessness, and you could not suppress a drowned out laugh in the loud, beating drone of the music as it seemed to distort and reverberate through your eardrums deep into your mind. Somehow, you recognize this feeling. Its the same kind of feeling every time you came back to this place, as if it was something that compelled you to keep returning to. Your memory of your last trip seemed so fuzzy. You had always owed it to the wild partying you and your friends subject yourselves to, but this feeling... This strange, euphoric, emotional memory of boundless bliss was flooding back. It was what you were waiting for ever since you touched down on this island. Like an itch you needed to scratch after the very first time, of an origin you could not remember where it first came to being. The longer you let the feeling set in, all manner of apprehension or worry on your mind seemed to bleed away, replaced by a new series of desires, cravings and comprehensions you never thought you would have... but unquestioningly embraced with glee.

Down below, your red silk panties were quickly dampening. The euphoria was burning you up, kicking your insides into a furnace of hot, volcanic sexiness. Your skin broke out in goose bumps. You find yourself unable to sit still, squirming and writhing as the itch you feel deep inside you begins to take over.