Last night… Amazing, unexpected, and odd in some strange ways…
So, its me, wifey, MichealRRR and Heretic777 going to the coffee shop last night. Before leaving, here is what we sprayed…
I put on one shot of p83 to the neck and four shots of spaceland distributed on chest, wrists, neck.
I wanted to spray wifey with just spaceland and mx289… So I hit her on the chest with one shot of Spaceland, but I realized I had accidentally picked up the Bnol 100mcg bottle… So, she got one spray of that, three shots of spaceland on the inside forearm and chest.. Two shots of mx289, one to the hair and one to the chest…
We go to pick up our friends… Self effects were more noticeable when we arrived. I felt an exhilaration, and something strange happened… I became cool. I suddenly was a student of the mystical art of simply not giving a shit.
I dunno how to describe it other than I was seriously living in the moment. BE HERE NOW. I wasn’t living anywhere but the extreme moment, and it was lovely. I felt confidence, sexuality, and simple enjoyment that had no complexities. I was simply enjoying being me, with no expectations of the future. This is really a change for me, and it was empowering.
So we pick up MichealRRR and Heretic777 and drive to the coffee shop. In the parking lot, I pulled out my kit and asked them… “What is your mood like tonight, what would you like to accentuate?”
I had brought a few to go bottles. Each took one shot of P83 and MichealRRR took a shot of Instant Honesty and Heretic777 took a shot of Instant Openness.
We sat in the car a moment, and the car to me, was heady. The aroma definitely excited something in my brain.
I won’t bother to count or describe all the hits. Eye contact galore. Internally, I was just being in the moment, and I can’t speak for my friends but I was just existing. Eye contact, lots of hits in that regard during the whole night.
So we go set up in a corner table, we had some books with us and a few other objects designed to attract attention. And then we went to work the crowd.
There was a cute, thin black haired girl that MichealRRR was talking to. He introduced her to my wifey and then… Well, she came on to wifey. HARD.. Wifey says she has never had a girl come on to her that strong. I started taking pictures and she posed with wifey, and she made sexy faces at me. She then proceeded to tell the entire group, clearly, and straightforward, how much she likes playing with girls. I decided at this point to move elsewhere to let wifey and thin black haired girl time alone.
So I went over to violin girl. Violin girl is 18 and plays violin. I took a few pictures of her then showed them to her on the DSLR’s screen. I then flipped back to a few pictures of wifey. She looked into my eyes, all dreamy like and then says “You’re wife is really sexy.”
I told her “I know, you should tell her that, it would make her day. She thinks you’re cute, too.”
She was immediately shocked and surprised and smiled and blushing all at once. So I dared her to tell wifey how hot she is. “She has had a long day, I bet it would make her night.”
Instead of going to wifey, she hung around me and slammed out a ton of IOI. Placing butt right in my face while adjusting pants, eye contact, hugging, bending over, etc.
She had a cute pierced friend sitting on a couch adjacent to us who I was ignoring, but she was giving me the IOI, too. A camera is as good as a pheromone, lol.
So I asked her if I could take a picture, she said sure, and I asked for ID. She was confused but complied. “I don’t take pics if you don’t show ID.”
So she was 18, too… And then I asked the girls to sit next to one another. The next thing I know, they were french kissing for me and looking into the camera, and licking each other’s tongues, and it was as if they were shocked at their own actions, but they continued to do it.
After that, violin girl started asking more about wifey, and if wifey likes girls and such. I told her to go ask her herself.
Everyone was talkative to us. We hung around a bit, waiting for Bluebird to show up. People were going out if their way to talk to us. A mix of rejection and directing attention to other people help cast the spell.
we were about to leave when bluebird showed up. HOT. She was wearing an impossibly short skirt, high heels, a low cut top, and fetish wear. She was amazing. Cleavage everywhere.
She came over to me and kissed me hello. I stared into the cleavage. She started talking but I told her not to bother me, I was busy staring into her cleavage. She blushed, neck to chest, and told me to “Please continue, that’s what its there for.”
Wifey showed up and they kissed, deep, tongue kissing right there in front of the stage.
At this point, we had a pretty large crowd of hot girls in interesting clothing hanging around us. There were some hot girls not sitting with us but the IOI was super high.
Bluebird disappointed me somewhat. She has a boyfriend, apparently, who is a bit of a stick in the mud. I am proud of her, for the most part, because it didn’t impede her affection towards us until later in the evening. She was conflicted, and wanted to play, but he was being an ass. Anyway…
So we get in the car, and we decided to all take about a quater spritz of TUTH. I think this was a mistake, if our goal was an orgy. Somehow, back at the after party, things shifted.
Bluebird and her boy came back, as well as violin girl. There was some minor making out among the girls that was more greeting than sexual, but the tone of the room shifted… Bluebird’s boyfriend seemed to be upset at her making out with the girls, but played it nicely enough. Idiot. When two pretty girls want to kiss for your entertainment, you let it happen.
Bluebird kept making eye contact the whole night, almost a combination of pleading and apology. She really wanted to play, but boyfriend was being a sitck in the mud. Wifey invited her over for dinner Sunday, and she readily agreed and perked up, VERY happy.. The boyfriend bitched and told her she had promised to do something with him. She did not hide her disappointment.
Suddenly, everyone was talking about emotions.. Well, not everyone. Me, i was quiet the whole night, completely in the moment, feeling randy, and happy with everything. It was like nothing surprised me, I was living two seconds into the future.
Before long, violin girl and bluebird are competing, telling life sob stories, but standing, bending over, each competing for the spotlight with their stories and sexuality… It was subtle, and entertaining to see unfold…
Bluebird obviously uses her body as a way of manipulating others. Its not hard to figure out. So she started to talk to me about her cat that died, but the metaphor was obviously something more… She then held my hands, and looked deeply into my eyes, and started crying a little… She told me how the cat had been neglected, and left alone, no one to nurture it… Funny, considering we had kinda lost touch with Bluebird and to me, she was sharing hurt with me that she had felt left alone herself.
Boyfriend was irritated but as far as I was concerned, he was furniture. I stared deeply into her eyes as she told me the story. She really is beautiful. I admired the color, the emotion she was conveying, and I absorbed the moment. I just listened, and felt her hurt, and really connected emotionally… A whole year it had been, and we really had missed one another. I let myself go, deep into her eyes, sharing the hurt she felt at having been abandoned by us for a year. She was talking about the cat, but she was not trying to hide that she was speaking in code.
So I told her, “I missed you, too.”
She was taken aback. Tears filled her eyes, and she tried to smile. She doesn’t do this, not bluebird. She will never show you any emotion like this, she will never let her guard down and see her like this. She has told me in the past that it makes you weak… But here she was, holding my hands, talking to me about the hurt. Boyfriend grew agitated, because he was clearing his throat. My eyes did not leave hers… She leaned forward, pushed her boobs together and said “Look, I am trying to distract you with my cleavage, see?” I stared still into her eyes. She then shook her boobs, her eyes pleading to end this emotional discourse… “See? Boobs. Looks at the boobs.”
I stared into her eyes, allowing myself to feel her loneliness, her pain, her hurt, and the depth to which she is capable of feeling… I didn’t look at her boobs, just her pretty eyes.
“I like your eyes.”
She acted like I had smacked her. She didn’t know what to do, and she pulled away, smiling and still… I dunno.. This was a magical moment for both of us.
I then whispered to her.. “I like your mind.” I then gestured to boyfriend, as if, “Here, go to the big baby.”
She did, but there was discernible animosity between the two of them the rest of the night. She has told me boyfriend is just that, a toy, a boy for fun. Fortune favors the bold, and I wanted to know that I look upon her more as a pair of tits in a short skirt. I needed her to know I feel for her.
While this was going on, Violin girl was opening up to wifey and to michealrrr. Apparently she was very emotional too.
Before leaving, the young women competed again, but it was all good.
So, no orgy last night. The young women, however, are completely identified with the pack now.
There were so many hits, I can’t remember them all. I am still loopy. Wifey got lots of ff flirting in.
Ack.. So, observations, questions, you name it. Help me unravel this puzzle. 
