Meth - experienced - "Meth & Its Long Term Effects On Libido & Sex"

[Kandy K]

Crystal meth, experienced. "Meth & Its Long Term Effects On Libido & SexWORKWARNING&am

Note: This is not a report on any specific event, but a collective overview on meth and its effects on the sexual mind and behavior of its users. Please take this into consideration that I have gathered many events from the past as ample evidence for my case.
Introduction
CHAPTER 1 - THEY CALL ME THE DYKE GANGLER
CHAPTER 2 I HATE MISTRESS K AND I HOPE SHE BOOTYBUMPS HER LIFE AWAY
CHAPTER 3 HONK IF YOU LOVE MASTURBATING THEN GO SHOVE A BROOMSTICK IN YOUR VAGINA

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INTRODUCTION

“Ask not what the pussy can do for you, but what you can do for the pussy.”
–The Cook (Spun)

They say that meth plays a huge role in libido and lowering inhibitions, and I for one agree wholeheartedly. If one observes the scene, they would clearly see that tweaking levels out the playing field between the fe/male genders. The excess dopamine allows females to be more openly aggressive with their sexual desires, and males to have longer stamina in bed.

People like me—freaks hornier than the average populace—were probably more particular to the sexual side effect of meth. As far as I can remember, I have been more sexually “in touch” with myself (literally) than most girls (and guys for that matter). When I was 5, I got caught masturbating in the 1st grade. In high school, I could name all famous porn stars better than any teenage boy could. I established my “pimpitude” at age 14 when I lost my virginity in a 3some with two guys (both adults, 18 and 19). I bought my first vibrator at age 15, and by age 16 already had a collection of 11 of them (each with their own respective names), until my mom found them and made me throw them away.

The moment I certified myself a chronic masturbator was coincidentally around the same time I first started smoking dope. This was right around the time I got my first vibrator, which I remember well. It was a piece of shit plastic from Spencer’s. I had fornicated myself with various (read: every) household object(s) before, but I longed to be the first girl at my school to orgasm with an actual, authentic vibrator.

So there I am at the mall, lounging around in the “adult” section of the Spencer’s store. I picked out a pearl white icicle, but of course when I was rejected when I tried to buy their merchandise, for failing to show verification of I.D. But my mind was already set on getting my dirty, greasy hands on this cock I had dreamt about for so long. As I always told myself, “I have a dream…That one day, girls and boys alike will be able to buy penile objects freely as they choose, but preferably from my store: The Phallus Palace.”

Like a college freshman fishing for alcohol, I stood outside the Spencer’s and asked any young adult male within earshot to please buy a vibrator for me. Keep in mind that I went to a private school, so I was dressed in this ridiculous “Asian schoolgirl” getup, and oh, what fun it was!

This picture is EXTREMELY illegal you sick pervs

I convinced an overweight man in his early 20’s to go in and buy one for me, and I was overjoyed. I couldn’t wait to get back home and try it out (but in good nature, I’ll leave out the events of my 2-hour date with it).

My displeasure with this vibrator was not the fact that it took me a long time to cum (I had already presumed it would, even if it were high quality material, just because it was a different feeling from what I was accustomed to). What made this a piece of shit vibrator was when I went to go try it out again on the 2nd day (when I was horny as fuck on a meth comedown nonetheless), it fucking broke! I called my (then) boyfriend almost in tears, and he joked that I had to turn the damn thing OFF every now and then. Infuriated, I forced him to drive me back to the mall. Seeing as how I didn’t make the purchase on the receipt, I knew full well I would be unable to be refunded my money, so I promptly threw the vibrator in the Spencer’s store at full force and screamed, “YOUR VIBRATORS SUCK!!!” at the top of my lungs, and ran away. Hilarity ensued.

 

[Kandy K]

CHAPTER 1 - THEY CALL ME THE DYKE GANGLER

I’ve acquired many vibrators since then (16 in my lifetime, and counting). Since my mother found my dildo collection at age 17 and made me toss the whole lot, I’ve started a new collection. I proudly put it on display for you (my wonderful audience) in the next picture, from the time I proposed to this wannabe-homosexual virgin.

Pic is big:
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I introduce to you, in order from left to right: 1) Jesus, the love of my life, for making me “see the light.” I have surely been touched by the miraculous hands of God with his aid! 2) Tony Blair, for being a failure and never getting me off right, you fucking asshole! 3) Skull fuck? 4) Ass play, a hypodermic that I have used for this purpose more than all the other toys mentioned above, 5) Bootybump??? Don’t even go there, girlfriend, 6) John Gabon, the name of the aforementioned Kappa Sig.

(There’s me reciting my wedding vows to Bootybump. I divorced him later though—much like a sports car, he really had no functional purpose…It was too big to fit in the crevice of my vagina, and its comic value was simply going “Vroom vroom” at fast speeds. It was nothing but a status symbol of wealth and pride to me… Oh well, at least other girls envied me upon viewing the “Ferrari of Dildoes.”)

Now I’m going to have to go off on a little tangent here, about this little character that IS John Pabon. As many of you know, it’s no mystery as to why I’ve been nicknamed Kasinova, Kumscrewme, and ForniKtor, for housing more cock than a urinal at a gay bar. Considering I’ve had sex with…err, I’m estimating like, 25 (or more) guys, with around 20 of them unprotected, and shared needles with 3 other IV users, it’s amazing how disease-free I am. But I consider myself one of the few lucky ones… Or, like Mr. Burns in that episode of the Simpsons, I will discover I have every single STI known to man, but am immune to them because they all balance each other out.

Therefore, it should be no surprise that I hooked up with this closet homosexual (though it was to many). The story goes like this… I was at the Long Beach Kappa Sigma fraternity house—drunk and spun—obviously to get it on with somebody that sparks my interest. I normally learn towards the dominant side on this drug combo (though I switch occasionally), and this particular time I had brought a choke chain (you know, those chains they use to choke dogs when training them and shit) to use on him. But of course, I always end up picking one of those guys that has a fucked up deformity, and this was no exception. In this case, he had this freakishly large alien head, so large that the chain wouldn't even fit over his gigantic, enormous bulb of a cranium.

To illustrate its colossal proportions, I took the liberty of including a picture of him during one of his sexiest moments (in the maid outfit on the right):

“I’d hit it.”

Yes, I know, truly shocking (hahaha he has no idea I have that picture). Getting leaked out with information such as this is what initially led me to believe he is a homosexual virgin (thus very desirable to me). I received this fine document from a fellow fraternity brother (whom requested to remain anonymous), but also included a picture of his own genitals for speculation.

If you do recognize this penile figure, I suggest you keep it to yourself, lest your little secret might be leaked “out of the closet,” and you’d be renowned the NEW Kappa Sigma fag

My initial reaction upon receiving both pictures was something along the lines of:
DXM Is Love: HAHAHAHHAAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA
DXM Is Love: HAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHH
DXM Is Love: AAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAAAHAHHAHA
DXM Is Love: HAHAAHHAHAHHHAHAHHAH
DXM Is Love: OMG
DXM Is Love: i cant breathe!
DXM Is Love: I CANT BREATHE!!!!

(Fortunately, my meth bong was kind enough to perform CPR resuscitation on me.)

I digress. Back to the story, I decided it'd be fun to let somebody else be the upper hand that night, so I did not protest when he put the chain over my neck to use on me. We agreed in advance that the safety word would be "banana phone” and the choking commenced via doggystyle position.

Knowing me, I am the only dumb-fuck stupid enough to lose myself so much in the heat of passion, that I actually forgot the most important safety word! When I realized I really was actually choking and erotically asphyxiating on the brink of death, I tried to think deep, long, and hard about the penis. I mean…the word. Yeah…the safety word…Um…what was I thinking about again?

You get my point. The word just wouldn’t come (though I almost was), due to the mass oxygen being squeezed out of my almost-comatose, frail, withering body. I began to black out, and even got turned on by all this mayhem. Much like all those times I OD’ed, the actual fading to black part was surprisingly very painless. Well, if this is what sex-slavery feels like, then let me ruv you rong time (and let the South rise again)!

Even if I actually HAD passed out, it’d be another one of those “greatest achievement” stories that I could share with my grandkids. The potential long term brain damage would have been a worthy price to pay just to be able to tell that story. I suppose if it never occurred I could easily lie and say it really happened when it didn’t (like the time I claimed I crashed and slept 44 hours straight and woke up only once to shower, that was a lie—I didn’t really shower).

After all I had accomplished that night, I tacked gold star to the wall with the rest of the other highlights of that evening, some of which included (but were not limited to): 1) Getting duct taped and hot waxed more than a Nebraskan redneck’s Corvette, 2) Giving him a rimjob and fingering his asshole 3) Letting Jesus almost permeate the depths of his anus, 4) Having him earn his share of red wings by making him lick the blood off my new vibrator and fingers, 5) Chaining him to the bed, sitting on his face, and snowballing him, 6) Forcing him to watch Strap Attack, after bleeding all over his bed.
In short…

If sodomy is wrong, then I don’t wanna be right!

 

[Kandy K]

CHAPTER 2 I HATE MISTRESS K AND I HOPE SHE BOOTYBUMPS HER LIFE AWAY

I guess you could compare those disastrous events to that fateful day I took bootybumping to a whole new level…The night I got kicked out of Club Heaven. I was in the bathroom stall with my friend, splitting our 2nd ecstasy pill of the evening.

After she bit it in half and gave me my portion, I looked deeply in her eyes and informed her that I was going to rectally implant the pill into my ass, right there in front of her. She gazed back deeply into my stare and spoke, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “I’m ready to take our relationship to the next level.”

And I did, and it was beautiful. The only way it could have been more romantic is if she herself had stuck it in me at a gay bar. Or if she were a minor, and I got my first assgasm with her—THE ULTIMATE DEPICTION OF FORBIDDEN LOVE!!!

I share quite a history with her, and it all started ever since we befriended each other in the dorms. But I would have to conclude that our romance REALLY began from the moment we both caught my roommate masturbating.

It was a cool September day, and I had been dead-bolted out of my room—something that was never done unless one of us was “getting busy.” When my roommate opened the door and nobody else was inside, I knew what she had been doing. I caught her wet-handed. I shoved my finger in her face and sternly scolded her, “You need to have a talk with God, young lady!!!”

She smiled up at the sky and began thanking god for making vibrators and ended her prayer with a cheerful amen. Amidst both our laughter, my friend came in, and laughed her ass off when I told her what just happened, and requested to see my roommate’s vibrator. She touched it without thinking, getting my roommate’s pussy juice all over her fingers. Instead of promptly washing it off however, she ran back to her room and stuck her hand in her boyfriend’s mouth. Mind you, this is the same boyfriend who she accidentally urinated on in her sleep after a night of heavy drinking.

It’s truly methamphetamazing how I was never caught masturbating in the dorms, even though I was chronically doing it all the time. You see, I have been into doing it as many ways as I could, as often as possible, ever since I started doing the crystal. Even after I stopped, I got into such a compulsory habit of doing it everyday, that I’ve never really been the same since.

I even made a game out of it, where I would hold these “triathlon sessions,” where I would try to beat my high score of 34 orgasms (set in 2002). I became inspired to beat it again in 2005 when I had a crystal meth phantom high, and came to the astonishing conclusion that I had not touched my vagina for an entire grueling 48 hours. I touched myself, and within five seconds, I had an orgasm. I knew from that moment on, that today would be my lucky day.

The first 30 or so were easy to attain, and from the moment I beat my old score and achieved that 35th orgasm, I burst out in this evil tweaker laughter. Then I peaked again mid-laugh. I was so charged that by the 40th orgasm, I let my box take a 10 minute cigarette break. I got halfway to 100 and thought to myself that maybe I should go for the gold and reach triple digits. I called it quits after 55. I know, I know, I’m a failure.

Still, I reached fiddy-fucking five! I AM the motherfucking Big Bang theory! If masturbation triathlons were real, I would get millions of companies sponsoring me and asking me to sport their logo. Ahh yes, I can picture it now…I’d give completely new meaning to slogans like, "Nike: Just do it" and "Gatorade: Is it in you?" What else can I say but, man, what a way to start the new year right!

Another good example depicting my aggressive tendencies and masturbation is the other time I beat off and nutted humongous puddles of cream on this faggot’s shirt, as an act of revenge. He ended up leaving that article of clothing in my room after being so rude to me at a party, so not only did I masturbate on it (which would have been well enough, considering I AM a squirter), I also had quite a bit of sex on it too. After I was done with it, my friends proclaimed, “Damn K, you cum like a MAN!” At least it was accurate when we started referring to him as “Cumbucket” (to say the least).

Here is a picture of me with this “Saved by the Bell’s Slater look-alike”—and me, making out with the other love of my life, AKA Miller Hi-Life:

During my 2 year hiatus from the drug, my aggression for sex never ceased, just like how it never did for masturbation. For example, about four months before my relapse, I ended up hooking up with “Marine Mike,” a figure who I’d like to take advantage of by publicly posting a picture of him exposing himself here:

The second time we ever had sex, it was a drunk marathon session that lasted all day from 10 in the morning till 4 in the afternoon. The second time, I was faded (and extremely horny) in the shower, but he couldn’t get it up! I told him to fuck off, and in a drunken rage forced him out, and advised him to never show his face again unless he had a full-fledged boner at hand. He was never invited back.

Because of instances like these, my dad says I should have been born a man. But I merely prove this point to him: If I failed a basic women’s studies course not once, but TWICE, it must be comprehensive proof that I AM in fact, a man. If my menstrual cycle being “black” or “nonexistent” doesn’t prove I’m not a woman, I don’t know what does. It’s probably also the reason I haven’t gotten pregnant yet…That, or my eggs are infertile due to my ovaries being so diseased.

To explain my irregular periods, the most likely cause of this is due to chronic meth use. It cannot be attributed to malnutrition, because I intake well over 1,500 calories per day even on the shit. But the increased estrogen flow will make me spot roughly every 50 days or so. I often like to use these abnormal periods to my advantage and scare the living shit out of guys I’ve had sex with, either out of sheer morbid hilarity or for free abortion money.

Among one of these instances was the time I got my period after a good 56 days, and texted my last male sex partner with: “THE DEMON HAS BEEN EXORCISED! I GOT MY PERIOD! I’m just disappointed no fetus popped out, cause I would have fed-ex’ed that shit, like Van Gogh and his ear.”

I haven’t heard from him since.

 

[Kandy K]

CHAPTER 3 HONK IF YOU LOVE MASTURBATING THEN GO SHOVE A BROOMSTICK IN YOUR VAGINA
I realize now that I masturbate and fuck so freely, if somebody were to turn on an ultraviolet light in my room, there would be a nuclear fallout. Recently, I even found out I masturbate in my sleep (not counting the times I fell asleep with my Jesus inside of me).

Hell, when my first Jesus (the REAL love of my life) broke, I went through vibe withdrawal. Like a junkie, I started itching for the prick... I fiended for an IV (intravaginal) administration of him. I’d even settle for a bootybump. I was so depressed when he broke, I had a funeral for him, with this picture of us sharing a tender moment:

To answer your questions, yes, that IS Quentin Tarantino, and YES, OWNED BY SKANKAROO ™!

Every single time I’m “spunasfuck” (which used to be daily), I always become paranoid and get this remarkably brilliant idea to hide my stash or adult belongings in other places, and then forget where they were put a minute later, because I was high. Of course, this becomes extremely problematic when I set my dildo down for a second, and forget where I put it. This almost always ends in a rampage where I tear apart my room searching for it before my mom finds it, only to find it carelessly hidden between the sheets of my bed.

Despite this, masturbation is particularly fun when you are “fucking spracked,” as I like to call it. And even though I'm going through detox right now, the only time I'd relapse is probably for the sex aspect of it. When I’ve been high for days, my juices will even begin to taste like crystal (junkies love this and will lap it up for hours). I’d even swear that I could get high off of it; many times while beating off, I’ve thought about gathering my fluids and trying to smoke it, but of course I never have (yet). Hey, at least it beats being a sack chaser.

This, in combination with the fact that I am a “squirter,” has awarded me the alias “Crystal Geyser.” A fellow tweaker came up with it when we went on a mission to make meth bongs out of empty water bottles (Crystal Geyser brand). I swore that in the name of being spun off my ass, it would be my future porn name.

In conclusion…

Boy am I surprised I woke up with clothes on today!

Other Pictures:

Virgin I proudly deflowered, Year 2002.

Getting molested by Mary Carey, Year 2003.

My honeymoon with Bootybump, 2005.

Guys I should have hooked up with, last week.

And last but not least....

Making out with Jesus, FOREVER!!!

 

[sloppy jack]

meth and sex

I don't see too much said in here about meth and sex. To me, it's the ultimate aphrodesiac, although it sometimes makes it hard to get a hard on. But when I'm high, I'm sky high! I swear, there have been times I've been staring at the walls and I've seen naked girls imbedded in the texture of the paint. Then throw in some E, pot, and poppers, and it's a fucking religious experience. How abot the rest of you?

 

[GoddessLSD-XTC]

KK, you're an expert with meth.

What do you think about when do meth?

I never tried meth and am not an expert about sex but I love LSD and people who love LSD.

Is it true that people on meth talk crazy, meaningless shit?

When I trip, the fewer words said, the better.


[Cleaned and merged threads -Splatt]

 

[Kandy K]

Is it true that people on meth talk crazy, meaningless shit?

Yes. I HATE these people! Fucking talking everybody's ears off, driving them nuts!!!

I have a trip report (Written today) about sex and meth....it's in this forum actually.

 

[GoddessLSD-XTC]

I love the way you makeup your eyes.

LSD fills me with electricity, erotic, gentle, sweet, sweaty, energy. As opposed to hyperactive, rough, frenzy I assume/imagine you would have on Speed.

Do you receive orgasm through clit or g-spot stimulation or both?

 

[Kandy K]

I love the way you makeup your eyes.

LSD fills me with electricity, erotic, gentle, sweet, sweaty, energy. As opposed to hyperactive, rough, frenzy I assume/imagine you would have on Speed.

Do you receive orgasm through clit or g-spot stimulation or both?

Both, but I prefer clit when I'm on crystal.

I have never liked gentle and sensual sex, I am not that kind of person. Faster is best for me, even when I'm sober.

 

[grasshoppah]

wow!~

 

[Donbon]

Nice written!


(meth)amphetamine increase libido on the short run - On the long run it decrease libido

Amphetamines can be good sometimes, more is not always more good

Ever tried 2-Cx + GHB/L while having sex?

Im finish cranking

Lots of way to increase dopa-mine anyway

On special occasions speed is nice tho

But im no addict no more... Wont get thru the same shit like i did a couple years ago

 

[DexterMeth]

Yes. I HATE these people! Fucking talking everybody's ears off, driving them nuts!!!

I have a trip report (Written today) about sex and meth....it's in this forum actually.

lol, you're one of them Kandy K..im surprised you dont

People. This is a harm reduction website. DO NOT do anything that this person does. ...or claims to have done...either way, it's not cool to post this kind of stuff on a site aimed at eliminating the very way you go about engaging in drugs and sex.. I'm surprised no one has mentioned anything yet but me.

 

[Kandy K]

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^haha. I seriously hope you were joking about that. Do you really think are you immune to STD's? lol, wtf. When was the last time you got tested? Did you even really get tested? Have you really even done half the shit you claim to have done? The chances are very slim that you have no STD's...honestly. .. let alone some other nasty shit viral shit contracted from sharing needles/syringes on multiple occasions. God you are really fricken stupid if you are telling the truth. If you've really had sex with 25 different guys, most of them unproteted, and you shared needles multiple times...god damn, you are one dirty girl...and I dont mean that in an insulting way. I mean you literally are a walking bag of sickness, hell, possibly even death..i'm surprised you dont have something very serious at the moment...



lol, you're one of them Kandy K..im surprised you dont

People. This is a harm reduction website. DO NOT do anything that this person does. ...or claims to have done...either way, it's not cool to post this kind of stuff on a site aimed at eliminating the very way you go about engaging in drugs and sex.. I'm surprised no one has mentioned anything yet but me.

yes dexter, I AM joking about that part... 8)

 

[Kandy K]

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lol, you're one of them Kandy K..im surprised you dont

People. This is a harm reduction website. DO NOT do anything that this person does. ...or claims to have done...either way, it's not cool to post this kind of stuff on a site aimed at eliminating the very way you go about engaging in drugs and sex.. I'm surprised no one has mentioned anything yet but me.

Hellooooooooooooo this is trip reports! People write about various safe or unwise choices (it could go on either end of the spectrum), post it, and then readers learn something from it.

 

[DexterMeth]

Heloooooooo this is a hard reduction website.some people may not think you are kidding about certain things, and then follow the same suite as you, because since you did whatever, and you are fine, they can do the same thing and nothing will happen. Not everyone knows as much as you do, and can commit some really bad mistakes because of your jokes.

And i dont care if you have a friend/ know a tweaker that talls and jabbers on more than you. It doesnt change the fact that you still talk and jabber on a lot yourself.

 

[Kandy K]

Oh yeah, the last time I got tested was in May. The last time I had sex was in February.

Also, I've been having sex for 5 (almost 6) years. If I've been with 25 people, that puts me at roughly 5 people per year, around 1 every 1-2 months. That isn't that much at all, put in perspective.

 

[Kandy K]

Heloooooooo this is a hard reduction website.some people may not think you are kidding about certain things, and then follow the same suite as you, because since you did whatever, and you are fine, they can do the same thing and nothing will happen. Not everyone knows as much as you do, and can commit some really bad mistakes because of your jokes.

And i dont care if you have a friend/ know a tweaker that talls and jabbers on more than you. It doesnt change the fact that you still talk and jabber on a lot yourself.

Uh, my trip report is exactly what it says. "Meth & Its Long Term Effects On Libido & Sex." I'm not telling people what to do, because quite frankly that is their choice to make with their body, and if they choose to follow my steps then let them.

And out of both of us here you're the one talking way too fucking much.

 

[apneist]

Kandy K you are fucking cool in a female Bukowski kind of way! I always enjoy reading your stuff because #1 you are intelligent #2 you tend to include a lot of pictures!

 

[Kandy K]

^^ Thank you!

 

[AngelOfXTC20]

Heloooooooo this is a hard reduction website.some people may not think you are kidding about certain things, and then follow the same suite as you, because since you did whatever, and you are fine, they can do the same thing and nothing will happen. Not everyone knows as much as you do, and can commit some really bad mistakes because of your jokes.

And i dont care if you have a friend/ know a tweaker that talls and jabbers on more than you. It doesnt change the fact that you still talk and jabber on a lot yourself.

GIVE ME A FUCKIN BREAK.. It's a post on TRIP REPORTS not the fucking bible.

Loved ur post Kandy as always.. Liked it so much I had a couple friends over last night showed them the post and they couldn't stop laughing...

hugs mama