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Bluelight is being goofy with my email address, so if you could move this to Trip Reports, it'd be most appreciated. Sorry for the trouble.
A has been planning this weekend for two or more months. His sister is graduating, his parents are there, nearly 1500 miles away, and he and his brother have the place to themselves. I had searched the internet for all kinds of ecstasy info and decided I'd give it a shot. His party seemed like the logical opportunity so I was set on it. I would be rolling alone, but with 2 friends who had done so before.
It's 5pm on an absolutely gorgeous late Saturday afternoon in May. I'm showered, dressed, and ready to go. I have my "Safe Sex" E and I'm waiting for B to pick me up at 5:30. I head to the kitchen and cut it in half and down 1 part with some water. B shows up and we head to his house for a little pre-party hangout. I had wanted to get to bed at a decent hour (thus explaining my early administering), so we were gonna hang for a couple hours before we went to A's house party.
About 6pm we're sitting on the couch watching some stupid stuff on TV, waiting. Waiting. He asks if I'm feeling it. I say 'a little'. He gets in touch with C and he comes to meet us. I want to go to 7-11 to get some supplies for the evening (lollipops,etc.), so we go. Next, we head to the supermarket. They start playing video poker and I begin to get annoyed. I just wanna go have some fun. It's my first time and we're in a goddamn supermarket lobby! Eventually we leave and go to a pizza place in the shopping center.
No one had really said anything about not eating while rollin', but I didn't have dinner yet, so I was hungry. As we sit down to eat I'm still not feeling vastly different than normal, so at 20 after 6, I down the other half of the E with my drink. Dinner resumes. As we stand up, it hits me. Walking out to the car, I feel as if I'm walking on air. It literally feels as though little, fluffy pillows are being slipped under my feet as I take each step. B has to go to yet another supermarket to pick up his paycheck, so off we go. Only he goes in, so C and I wait in the car. He's talking about some girl he's trying to score with and I'm all ears. I am loving this story. It's not even that good, but I am loving it. My end of the conversation is basically relegated to "man, I am feeling sooooo good right now". I couldn't speak of anything else. This was the feeling of a lifetime and I felt obliged to share. He was laughing, though it probably got to be annoying after the first ten times.
When B gets back to the car he has a surprise--poprocks. At the time I laughed. Poprocks for Christ sake? Little did I know. We'll get to them later. I make a phone call. Dialing the cell phone was wild. The sensation of my fingers pressing the keys was unreal. I call two lady friends of mine, also planning on attending the party, who were going to the mall beforehand. We agree on a place to meet and head over. The ride there was great--feelings of warmth, excitement and pure joy enveloped my entire being. The weather was still utterly perfect. It had rained and was a bit of a dreary afternoon, however after the rain, the sun came out. You know those evenings; damp roads and grass, sun shining through the trees, water glistening on everything. Beautiful. I could not have asked for a better setting.
Back to the mall. We pull up, park and walk to meet these two girls, K and L, both quite good friends. By this time I am full-mouthed with a blowpop. Upon seeing the girls, they look inquisitively and laugh, smile and ask questions. They've both rolled before and knew I looked the part. I kind of went with them and the guys took to their own. In a women's clothing store I'm beginning to feel more and more like I am rolling. THIS was what I have been waiting for.
The previous night at the same house where we were going later, an acquaintance had spoke of a friend who taken E for the 1st time and just stood there all night rubbing his hands together. What a weirdo I thought. Back to the mall. I am keeping my left hand in my pants pocket, otherwise I am absolutely certain it would be intensely rubbing my right, whose main purpose at this point is to remove the blowpop when I get a mouthful of juice. I sense my jaw clenching. Bigtime. I feel as if my teeth are about to grind each other so hard that they would be little nubs by the time this night ended. Thank god for my trusty friend, the blowpop. K and L tell me my pupils are HUGE. I tell them they feel HUGE, as if toothpicks are jammed in very close to my eye and are holding them open as wide as they can possibly go. I want to open them further, but I cannot. I want to soak in EVERYTHING. I am in heaven.
We go in to Spencer's. It has blacklights, strobe lights, all kinds of goofy shit. We hang there for about 10 minutes when I discover that thing with the electric current running through it. I touch my hand to the orb and the ball shoots a beam of energy to my hand. It feels strange. I stand here and mess with the ball for several minutes. As we exit the store, I decide I will ride with the girls to the party because neither knows how to get there, while B and I do. Sensory overload is what I am now experiencing. I'm still having fun, but I feel like everyone has got to know that I?m fucked up, in one way or another. How couldn't they? Leaving the mall was a good idea. It is now around 7:30 and the party is supposed to be kickin by 8 or a little after.
L has a Ford Explorer. We get to the parking lot and I, being the courteous one, hop in the back. L has the rear-air vents turned on. I sense this and lean over to put my face in the stream of air. WOW!!!! The cool air blowing on my amazingly sensitive face was the best part of my roll, so far. I tell them what a crazy time I'm having and they laugh. They seem to be enjoying things as much as I am. L says, "You think that feels good, try this". She rolls my window down as far as it will go. It's pretty cool out and I try and stick my head out the window. Damn SUV back windows, only go down about half way. Still, the rushing air I can get to is pure ecstasy. Better than the air vent...much better. By 8 or a bit after, we get to A's house. His family is outta town and the whole weekend is one giant party.
I walk in. They know what's up. Several know I have been planning this night for a month or more. Some don't, but they find out quickly. None of the other people at the party had rolled before, so they were all inquisitive, asking me shit and laughing. Most of them said I wasn't really giving myself away. My pockets are full. Blowpops in one pocket. Pop rocks in another. Lemonheads somewhere in there. I also have a list of cool things to do on E printed out from Bluelight. I am prepared.
From 8:30 to 10'ish, I hang on the patio, playing beer pong, though not drinking. I suck, but I'm thoroughly enjoying myself. On my way in I picked up a small throw pillow with some grooves in it. The pillow will proceed to be stroked and held like it is my lifeblood and only child for the next 3 hours. A has kickass taste in music, so we're rocking to Zeppelin, The Doors, Hendrix, all the classics. Made things that much better. I think to myself ?I?m having the time of my life and I'm not really DOING anything?. I decide to delve into my pockets and get some candy. Poprocks seem like a logical choice. Wise decision. Very wise. As I jimmy some out of the annoyingly small bag and into my mouth the first ones explode and shoot everywhere. I close my mouth and they ricochet all around, bouncing off my teeth, hitting the roof of my mouth. I feel as if they're shooting up off my tongue and through the roof of my mouth and skull and into the room beyond. It is strange, but the feeling is one of pure joy. I am sooo happy I have done this.
About 10:30 I go inside and join a game of cards. I forget what, but I know I sucked. I'm sitting next another girl, C. She starts rubbing my back. I take off my long sleeve shirt so I can feel her hands all the more. I love this girl. The textured pillow is still in my clutches. By this point I am surprised I haven't worn down the ridges from all my petting. I'm positive I look an idiot with this thing, but I could care less. Nothing else matters. I notice A's kitchen table has some interesting placemats which are at every place setting. Having just gotten to the table I had not yet felt them. I don?t remember why, but next thing I know, I'm running my hands over this thing like it's a puppy. I am all about this textured placemat and nothing in the world is more important to me right now than it. The pillow has been dethroned as champion of my attention. The feeling is one of indescribable pleasure. Over and over I run my hands down the placemat and back up again. Everyone is laughing their asses off. They think I am a complete weirdo, but are all enjoying my first roll. I proceed to rub the mat (by this time I have bowed out of the game because the textured mat has garnered ALL of my attention) while the other 5 play.
Two of the players, good friends who are dating, only showed up recently, so they are not aware of my altered state of mind. All of a sudden, K is asking me what I feel like. I say, "I can't wait till I get home and take my clothes off and roll around on the floor naked." (I have a berber rug, so I'm thinking if a 1 square foot placemat can get me off as it has, the rug will be utter heaven). Well, the comment catches the two off-guard. They look at me like I have 4 heads. "What the hell are you talking about?" one says. I look at K, smiling as wide as I possibly can, as I have been for most of the evening, and she says, "I guess they have no idea". "Apparently not", I say. We explain it to them and they chide me for doing E. Try as they may, they couldn't ruin my night. No one could. But damn the bastards for trying!
In the 11:30 range, we wrap up the card playing. I should say they wrap it up and I am forced to part with the placemat. I go into the bathroom before we leave and decide to try out one of the Bluelight tips for rolling. After I take care of business, I lean over the toilet and whisper, "this is soo cool", and see if it echoes. Ehhh. Sort of. I didn't want to be too suspicious, as we were leaving and all, but I rushed things a bit. Maybe next time. Originally I was going to sleep over, but I felt the imminent pleasure of hanging in my room and slipping into my bed with the satin sheets. My mind had been changed a bit earlier, so I caught a ride with the girls who brought me. The walk from the house to the SUV was a pleasure in and of itself; the cool night air, the sight a spotlight shining through the trees and down into the street, nature all around. The now hot air from the rear vents was twice as amazing as it was the first time. We pulled into my driveway a bit before midnight. I feel somehow closer to the girls and I thank them for the most amazing night of my life and head inside.
I am extraordinarily anxious to get to my room. Once there I get out of my stuffy clothes. The sensation of disrobing was almost as good as the backrubs earlier at the party. I strip down to a pair of shorts. I turn on the TV and lay on the floor with the lights out. I proceed to grind and rub my shirtless back all over my berber carpet. The feeling was UNREAL! The pleasure of the pillow and placemat all rolled into one, yet multiplied over the surface area of my back and the bottoms of my feet. I had heard this was done a lot and could hurt the next day if overdone, so I quit rolling around on the floor and hopped onto my bed. That started another adventure. By 20 after 12 I'm sitting there, dangling a blanket over my head, down my back and chest and all over my exposed skin. It feels just as good as the floor, but in a totally different way. The blanket is smooth and tingly, whereas the carpet was rough all-encompassing.
After a solid ten minutes, I give this up as well. If not for my quickly tiring arms, I'd of done it all night long. I lose the boxers and slip under the covers, feeling my still tingly body ease across the satin sheets and pillow case. I watch a little Politically Incorrect because I don?t want to fall asleep and miss ANYTHING. I feel things starting to wear off a bit, and I, wanting to go out on a good note, turn off the TV and shut my eyes. Looking back on the night I thought of the tactile feelings, the touch of the air, the soft caresses of my friends and a sense of deeper friendships having been cultivated. I drift off to sleep satisfied, ecstatic, joyful. Any and every adjective would be a fitting description.
POST- I wake up about 10 the next morning feeling refreshed, amazingly good and ready to soak up life with new abandon. I'm surprised, having heard the stories of next day blues and feelings of tiredness and laziness. I felt none of it. I had a full day, but all I could think of was the E and my time on it. This feeling lasted for 3 or 4 weeks. To this day, nearly five months later, I still get a big, wide mouthed smile every time I think back to that night. Next time I will have to be outside more--the times I were seemed very special and beautiful. Can't wait for next time.
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A has been planning this weekend for two or more months. His sister is graduating, his parents are there, nearly 1500 miles away, and he and his brother have the place to themselves. I had searched the internet for all kinds of ecstasy info and decided I'd give it a shot. His party seemed like the logical opportunity so I was set on it. I would be rolling alone, but with 2 friends who had done so before.
It's 5pm on an absolutely gorgeous late Saturday afternoon in May. I'm showered, dressed, and ready to go. I have my "Safe Sex" E and I'm waiting for B to pick me up at 5:30. I head to the kitchen and cut it in half and down 1 part with some water. B shows up and we head to his house for a little pre-party hangout. I had wanted to get to bed at a decent hour (thus explaining my early administering), so we were gonna hang for a couple hours before we went to A's house party.
About 6pm we're sitting on the couch watching some stupid stuff on TV, waiting. Waiting. He asks if I'm feeling it. I say 'a little'. He gets in touch with C and he comes to meet us. I want to go to 7-11 to get some supplies for the evening (lollipops,etc.), so we go. Next, we head to the supermarket. They start playing video poker and I begin to get annoyed. I just wanna go have some fun. It's my first time and we're in a goddamn supermarket lobby! Eventually we leave and go to a pizza place in the shopping center.
No one had really said anything about not eating while rollin', but I didn't have dinner yet, so I was hungry. As we sit down to eat I'm still not feeling vastly different than normal, so at 20 after 6, I down the other half of the E with my drink. Dinner resumes. As we stand up, it hits me. Walking out to the car, I feel as if I'm walking on air. It literally feels as though little, fluffy pillows are being slipped under my feet as I take each step. B has to go to yet another supermarket to pick up his paycheck, so off we go. Only he goes in, so C and I wait in the car. He's talking about some girl he's trying to score with and I'm all ears. I am loving this story. It's not even that good, but I am loving it. My end of the conversation is basically relegated to "man, I am feeling sooooo good right now". I couldn't speak of anything else. This was the feeling of a lifetime and I felt obliged to share. He was laughing, though it probably got to be annoying after the first ten times.
When B gets back to the car he has a surprise--poprocks. At the time I laughed. Poprocks for Christ sake? Little did I know. We'll get to them later. I make a phone call. Dialing the cell phone was wild. The sensation of my fingers pressing the keys was unreal. I call two lady friends of mine, also planning on attending the party, who were going to the mall beforehand. We agree on a place to meet and head over. The ride there was great--feelings of warmth, excitement and pure joy enveloped my entire being. The weather was still utterly perfect. It had rained and was a bit of a dreary afternoon, however after the rain, the sun came out. You know those evenings; damp roads and grass, sun shining through the trees, water glistening on everything. Beautiful. I could not have asked for a better setting.
Back to the mall. We pull up, park and walk to meet these two girls, K and L, both quite good friends. By this time I am full-mouthed with a blowpop. Upon seeing the girls, they look inquisitively and laugh, smile and ask questions. They've both rolled before and knew I looked the part. I kind of went with them and the guys took to their own. In a women's clothing store I'm beginning to feel more and more like I am rolling. THIS was what I have been waiting for.
The previous night at the same house where we were going later, an acquaintance had spoke of a friend who taken E for the 1st time and just stood there all night rubbing his hands together. What a weirdo I thought. Back to the mall. I am keeping my left hand in my pants pocket, otherwise I am absolutely certain it would be intensely rubbing my right, whose main purpose at this point is to remove the blowpop when I get a mouthful of juice. I sense my jaw clenching. Bigtime. I feel as if my teeth are about to grind each other so hard that they would be little nubs by the time this night ended. Thank god for my trusty friend, the blowpop. K and L tell me my pupils are HUGE. I tell them they feel HUGE, as if toothpicks are jammed in very close to my eye and are holding them open as wide as they can possibly go. I want to open them further, but I cannot. I want to soak in EVERYTHING. I am in heaven.
We go in to Spencer's. It has blacklights, strobe lights, all kinds of goofy shit. We hang there for about 10 minutes when I discover that thing with the electric current running through it. I touch my hand to the orb and the ball shoots a beam of energy to my hand. It feels strange. I stand here and mess with the ball for several minutes. As we exit the store, I decide I will ride with the girls to the party because neither knows how to get there, while B and I do. Sensory overload is what I am now experiencing. I'm still having fun, but I feel like everyone has got to know that I?m fucked up, in one way or another. How couldn't they? Leaving the mall was a good idea. It is now around 7:30 and the party is supposed to be kickin by 8 or a little after.
L has a Ford Explorer. We get to the parking lot and I, being the courteous one, hop in the back. L has the rear-air vents turned on. I sense this and lean over to put my face in the stream of air. WOW!!!! The cool air blowing on my amazingly sensitive face was the best part of my roll, so far. I tell them what a crazy time I'm having and they laugh. They seem to be enjoying things as much as I am. L says, "You think that feels good, try this". She rolls my window down as far as it will go. It's pretty cool out and I try and stick my head out the window. Damn SUV back windows, only go down about half way. Still, the rushing air I can get to is pure ecstasy. Better than the air vent...much better. By 8 or a bit after, we get to A's house. His family is outta town and the whole weekend is one giant party.
I walk in. They know what's up. Several know I have been planning this night for a month or more. Some don't, but they find out quickly. None of the other people at the party had rolled before, so they were all inquisitive, asking me shit and laughing. Most of them said I wasn't really giving myself away. My pockets are full. Blowpops in one pocket. Pop rocks in another. Lemonheads somewhere in there. I also have a list of cool things to do on E printed out from Bluelight. I am prepared.
From 8:30 to 10'ish, I hang on the patio, playing beer pong, though not drinking. I suck, but I'm thoroughly enjoying myself. On my way in I picked up a small throw pillow with some grooves in it. The pillow will proceed to be stroked and held like it is my lifeblood and only child for the next 3 hours. A has kickass taste in music, so we're rocking to Zeppelin, The Doors, Hendrix, all the classics. Made things that much better. I think to myself ?I?m having the time of my life and I'm not really DOING anything?. I decide to delve into my pockets and get some candy. Poprocks seem like a logical choice. Wise decision. Very wise. As I jimmy some out of the annoyingly small bag and into my mouth the first ones explode and shoot everywhere. I close my mouth and they ricochet all around, bouncing off my teeth, hitting the roof of my mouth. I feel as if they're shooting up off my tongue and through the roof of my mouth and skull and into the room beyond. It is strange, but the feeling is one of pure joy. I am sooo happy I have done this.
About 10:30 I go inside and join a game of cards. I forget what, but I know I sucked. I'm sitting next another girl, C. She starts rubbing my back. I take off my long sleeve shirt so I can feel her hands all the more. I love this girl. The textured pillow is still in my clutches. By this point I am surprised I haven't worn down the ridges from all my petting. I'm positive I look an idiot with this thing, but I could care less. Nothing else matters. I notice A's kitchen table has some interesting placemats which are at every place setting. Having just gotten to the table I had not yet felt them. I don?t remember why, but next thing I know, I'm running my hands over this thing like it's a puppy. I am all about this textured placemat and nothing in the world is more important to me right now than it. The pillow has been dethroned as champion of my attention. The feeling is one of indescribable pleasure. Over and over I run my hands down the placemat and back up again. Everyone is laughing their asses off. They think I am a complete weirdo, but are all enjoying my first roll. I proceed to rub the mat (by this time I have bowed out of the game because the textured mat has garnered ALL of my attention) while the other 5 play.
Two of the players, good friends who are dating, only showed up recently, so they are not aware of my altered state of mind. All of a sudden, K is asking me what I feel like. I say, "I can't wait till I get home and take my clothes off and roll around on the floor naked." (I have a berber rug, so I'm thinking if a 1 square foot placemat can get me off as it has, the rug will be utter heaven). Well, the comment catches the two off-guard. They look at me like I have 4 heads. "What the hell are you talking about?" one says. I look at K, smiling as wide as I possibly can, as I have been for most of the evening, and she says, "I guess they have no idea". "Apparently not", I say. We explain it to them and they chide me for doing E. Try as they may, they couldn't ruin my night. No one could. But damn the bastards for trying!
In the 11:30 range, we wrap up the card playing. I should say they wrap it up and I am forced to part with the placemat. I go into the bathroom before we leave and decide to try out one of the Bluelight tips for rolling. After I take care of business, I lean over the toilet and whisper, "this is soo cool", and see if it echoes. Ehhh. Sort of. I didn't want to be too suspicious, as we were leaving and all, but I rushed things a bit. Maybe next time. Originally I was going to sleep over, but I felt the imminent pleasure of hanging in my room and slipping into my bed with the satin sheets. My mind had been changed a bit earlier, so I caught a ride with the girls who brought me. The walk from the house to the SUV was a pleasure in and of itself; the cool night air, the sight a spotlight shining through the trees and down into the street, nature all around. The now hot air from the rear vents was twice as amazing as it was the first time. We pulled into my driveway a bit before midnight. I feel somehow closer to the girls and I thank them for the most amazing night of my life and head inside.
I am extraordinarily anxious to get to my room. Once there I get out of my stuffy clothes. The sensation of disrobing was almost as good as the backrubs earlier at the party. I strip down to a pair of shorts. I turn on the TV and lay on the floor with the lights out. I proceed to grind and rub my shirtless back all over my berber carpet. The feeling was UNREAL! The pleasure of the pillow and placemat all rolled into one, yet multiplied over the surface area of my back and the bottoms of my feet. I had heard this was done a lot and could hurt the next day if overdone, so I quit rolling around on the floor and hopped onto my bed. That started another adventure. By 20 after 12 I'm sitting there, dangling a blanket over my head, down my back and chest and all over my exposed skin. It feels just as good as the floor, but in a totally different way. The blanket is smooth and tingly, whereas the carpet was rough all-encompassing.
After a solid ten minutes, I give this up as well. If not for my quickly tiring arms, I'd of done it all night long. I lose the boxers and slip under the covers, feeling my still tingly body ease across the satin sheets and pillow case. I watch a little Politically Incorrect because I don?t want to fall asleep and miss ANYTHING. I feel things starting to wear off a bit, and I, wanting to go out on a good note, turn off the TV and shut my eyes. Looking back on the night I thought of the tactile feelings, the touch of the air, the soft caresses of my friends and a sense of deeper friendships having been cultivated. I drift off to sleep satisfied, ecstatic, joyful. Any and every adjective would be a fitting description.
POST- I wake up about 10 the next morning feeling refreshed, amazingly good and ready to soak up life with new abandon. I'm surprised, having heard the stories of next day blues and feelings of tiredness and laziness. I felt none of it. I had a full day, but all I could think of was the E and my time on it. This feeling lasted for 3 or 4 weeks. To this day, nearly five months later, I still get a big, wide mouthed smile every time I think back to that night. Next time I will have to be outside more--the times I were seemed very special and beautiful. Can't wait for next time.
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