Two Dreamy Girls 1

Lyndsey and I had taken a couple of ecstasy pills each and gone to a dance club in Manchester. We had had a great time and had even made friends with another couple who were obviously on something themselves. I’m not normally the type to be so outgoing as to make friends with strangers and invite myself back to theirs for a drink, but Lyndsey is, and that’s what she did. Her flirtatiousness usually makes me jealous of the attention it provokes, but after a pill I was chilled out.

The four of us had taken a taxi back to our new friends’ house and we had had a relaxed and comfortable ride. They were called Sarah and Keith, and they had a very nice looking house. He worked down in London during the week and returned at weekends. His job had something to do with finance. I wondered about the nature of their relationship with him being away from home so much, and the ease with which they agreed to an after party nightcap.

Sarah was petite, like Lyndsey, but whereas Lyndsey had long blonde hair in tight ringlets, Sara had brown shoulder length hair. In my loved up state, all I really noticed were the physical aspects of Sarah. She was young and slim, and although she had an ample bust, she was no match for my Lyndsey on the buxom scale. I stopped staring at Sarah’s tits when Lyndsey repeated her question. Continue reading Two Dreamy Girls 1

Having Sex On Ecstasy – The Bedroom

After our foreplay, we made our way upstairs.

Once inside the bedroom I stripped quickly and joined her on the bed as she was removing her bra. I stared at her massive tits as they bounced down, unfettered. Two large, milky white globes of bouncy goodness, tipped with light brown nipples. Christ, I had to get my hands on those!

Sitting next to her I kissed her again and my hand went to one of those boobs. Cupping it, I marvelled at how firm it was. It was too big for my hand, but it was perfect. If I had to design and manufacture a breast, it would look and feel like this one. The next thing I knew, I was lifting her heavy breast and sucking greedily on her nipple, while her hand searched for my stiff cock. When her fingers closed round it, I realised how hard I had become. I bet I could batter a door down with that, I thought to myself inanely. The thought made me chuckle and that made me laugh uproariously. Continue reading Having Sex On Ecstasy – The Bedroom

Kissing On Ecstasy

It was dark, I had popped an ecstasy pill 90 minutes earlier and I was in a gay club. The music was banging and as I was dancing I felt sexually attracted to everything that moved, and some things that didn’t. I just didn’t care. Damn those white doves.

I was at that point in the ecstasy journey where I felt euphoria, energy and an urge to have sex with someone, anyone. I loved everyone. In particular, I loved a girl I had just spotted who was wearing a top that showed off a fabulous pair of breasts. It was a weird design; it was double breasted and one side overlapped the other between her breasts, but so low down that you could see a lot of those breasts. Continue reading Kissing On Ecstasy