Yet Another Hunter S. Thompson Wannabe

I held M. tightly, clinging for dear life as I thrust into her with each wave of the Acid as it was peaking. Every nerve in my body felt alive, on fire, orgasming. We rutted and wrested and rolled somehow every flow and ebb of the trip in sync. The distinction between her body and mine got lost, I ego-deathed in that bed, my cock buried to the hilt in her pussy as she screamed and shook and squirted non-stop. I could not physically see her or the bed I was hallucinating so hard. I could feel her, and understood pressure, and then everything else was gradients of heat in Red/Purple. I don't know how long it went on for exactly, but all the sheets and the mattress were soaked through with sweat, cum, and piss when we came out of that trip we just lay there in that brief Acid lull before you're caught up in the next trip, exhausted, panting, and wet, trying to figure out what had happened.

That was probably the absolute highlight of my time in NYC. Having sex on LSD was the most amazing, intense, and terrifying experience of my life. I'm getting more and more jaded as I get older and I want to get some of these stories that I think are worth telling down. So this I think will be independent stories for each chapter that sort of weave a narrative. The focus won't always be sex, but there will be a lot of sex, and a lot of kinky sex.

Some other highlights. Letting a gay Mexican man eat my ass out while I jerked off to straight porn (no homo) then came in his face in exchange for amphetamines. My .300 average strat for picking up girls in bars in NYC (hint, offer them cocaine at 4am while the bar is closing, if they come back with you you're in.) Russian mob poker games with a Jewish gambling savant. Screaming at a dude that ripped me off for $80 trying to buy "Jokes on you, you think $80 is a lot of money."

Disclaimer: There's probably quite a few typos, grammatical errors, etc. I follow the Hemingway approach "Write Drunk, Edit Sober", but I often forget the second part.