Tokey-tokerson
Bluelighter
This is the story of the first time I had meth. I don't want to give anyone the wrong impression about meth, this is only what it was to me in the beginning of a year and a half of addiction.
I was 16, a junior in highschool, and I had a girlfreind. My girl freinds name was methhead (I know, what kind of parent would name their kid that??). At this point in my life I didn't even know what drugs were, I knew that methhead and my sister were both into speed, but they weren't into sharing any of it, much less the fact of when they had been doing it. So I was pretty much completly in the dark about any mind altering substance, I never even had pot.
Well one day a tree fell on my room at my parents house. It turned out that a relative of methheads was a roofer, and so I got introduced to her relative, the chemist. Yada yada yada
One day methhead and I were both over at the chemists house. Methhead was very very against me doing any drugs, but the chemist was amazed that I was dating her and had never even gotten stoned. I told him that it was just a coincedence because no one I knew really wanted me on them.
So chemist was shocked, and decided to give me a small line of pure crystal (Meth without any cut), the line was between 25-35mg. When I snorted it, I litterally thought that someone had made a mistake and I had accidentally snorted hydrochloric acid or something. Despite me practically crying it was burning so bad, methhead and chemist both said it was normal and I would feel it soon.
Methhead was giving me a ride back to her house immediatley after I snorted, said thanks, and parted from chemist. This is when it kicked in. I felt like GOD. I felt like I could run 1000 miles and not even break a sweat. I could not stop talking about how GODDAMNED GOOD I FEEL RIGHT NOW!
When we arrived back at her place, she had a line of some of her stash. One thing lead to another and we both decided to have sex. At this point I was getting electric type pulses that felt like pure euphoria was being poured over my head like gatoraide.
There was a problem though. My penis could not function. It took literally more than 10 minutes with her help to get an erection.
What followed was the best, longest sex I had ever had. I felt like an angel that was sent from heaven to give orgasms to this girl. We did everything that I knew of at that time. Sex became more about trying to pleasure her than to just get myself off. It went on for about two and a half hours. When we stopped we talked about, get this, we talked about our feelings for each other. Back then I had a lot of trouble expressing myself, and meth litterally forced me to stop having trouble in that department.
Soon after laying in bed and smoking 3 cigarettes a peice, methhead asked me if she thought she was a bad person because the did drugs. I told her no, that I had never had a hangup about them and that I was feeling pretty pro-drug now, after having my first experience.
She told me that there was another way of doing it that would make you feel even better. Out came the glass dick. Out came the contents of pandora's box. But that is another story, since technically that was the 2nd time I had meth.
The end.
I was 16, a junior in highschool, and I had a girlfreind. My girl freinds name was methhead (I know, what kind of parent would name their kid that??). At this point in my life I didn't even know what drugs were, I knew that methhead and my sister were both into speed, but they weren't into sharing any of it, much less the fact of when they had been doing it. So I was pretty much completly in the dark about any mind altering substance, I never even had pot.
Well one day a tree fell on my room at my parents house. It turned out that a relative of methheads was a roofer, and so I got introduced to her relative, the chemist. Yada yada yada
One day methhead and I were both over at the chemists house. Methhead was very very against me doing any drugs, but the chemist was amazed that I was dating her and had never even gotten stoned. I told him that it was just a coincedence because no one I knew really wanted me on them.
So chemist was shocked, and decided to give me a small line of pure crystal (Meth without any cut), the line was between 25-35mg. When I snorted it, I litterally thought that someone had made a mistake and I had accidentally snorted hydrochloric acid or something. Despite me practically crying it was burning so bad, methhead and chemist both said it was normal and I would feel it soon.
Methhead was giving me a ride back to her house immediatley after I snorted, said thanks, and parted from chemist. This is when it kicked in. I felt like GOD. I felt like I could run 1000 miles and not even break a sweat. I could not stop talking about how GODDAMNED GOOD I FEEL RIGHT NOW!
When we arrived back at her place, she had a line of some of her stash. One thing lead to another and we both decided to have sex. At this point I was getting electric type pulses that felt like pure euphoria was being poured over my head like gatoraide.
There was a problem though. My penis could not function. It took literally more than 10 minutes with her help to get an erection.
What followed was the best, longest sex I had ever had. I felt like an angel that was sent from heaven to give orgasms to this girl. We did everything that I knew of at that time. Sex became more about trying to pleasure her than to just get myself off. It went on for about two and a half hours. When we stopped we talked about, get this, we talked about our feelings for each other. Back then I had a lot of trouble expressing myself, and meth litterally forced me to stop having trouble in that department.
Soon after laying in bed and smoking 3 cigarettes a peice, methhead asked me if she thought she was a bad person because the did drugs. I told her no, that I had never had a hangup about them and that I was feeling pretty pro-drug now, after having my first experience.
She told me that there was another way of doing it that would make you feel even better. Out came the glass dick. Out came the contents of pandora's box. But that is another story, since technically that was the 2nd time I had meth.
The end.
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