I finally had a good opportunity to actually use these mixes in an appropriate setting. Last week, one of my friends texted me and said she was trying to organize a party and wanted to know if I wanted to come. I had a lot of work to do, so I told her I wasn’t sure and would let her know when it was closer to time. She said that I should probably know before I arrived that it was a lingerie party. While my interest was now considerably higher, I still had a lot of work to do and told her I would let her know. Last night, I felt I had gotten enough done and just needed a night out and about. I figured, what the hell, and told her I would be there a little while after the party started.
I still hadn’t really tested MX393 or MX394 more than a couple times, and only in more conservative settings, so I reached in and grabbed MX393, popped off the cap, and paused. I realized that I hadn’t touched MX391 since the first few days when I started testing the pack. I had only tested it in coffeeshops and class. And from what I could tell, it had the potential to be a sexual monster. I dropped MX393 back into my bag of tricks and applied two sprays of MX391 between my arms and neck. I then put the To-Go in my pocket and headed out.
I assumed (correctly) that there would be drinking involved, so I decided to get a bite to eat before making my way to the party. I stopped at a little place that makes crepes of all sorts. While I was waiting in line, a guy from a couple of my classes last semester recognized me and asked how I had been doing. I said I was doing pretty well and I was just taking a break tonight after all the recent exams. He said he knew exactly how I felt, and said that what I really needed was beer. (I could tell he had already had a little himself.) I laughed and said that sounded nice, though right now, what I really wanted was a crepe. He gave a big, semi-drunk smile and said he could help out with that. Then he reached into his wallet and pulled out a little stamp card for the crepe place (they do a buy ten, get one free thing.) It was completely full. He said he was helping himself out by helping me out, good karma and all. We then just chatted about classes and things. One of his friends, a girl next to him, started talking to me as well and wondering if we had any classes together. Eventually, they got their crepes and left.
I was then left alone waiting for my own food. I noticed a lot of long looks from girls that would walk in (it’s a very small little place, with about 15 square feet of space for guests; most people just wait outside) but almost no one would sit on the little bench with me, even though there was room for about two more people. The one girl that did literally sat as far away as physically possible, hunching up against the near side of the prep station where they make the crepes. I was looking outside, wondering if anyone I knew was around. I caught the eye of one girl who might have been in one of my classes last semester. I recognized her, but wasn’t sure from where. She gave a big wave and smile, but I wasn’t quite sure if she was waving at me, so I only gave a small smile back. A minute or so later, she and her friend came to the door of the building where they stood about two feet from me. I decided to stand up at this point. They didn’t really acknowledge me at first, but I heard them making joking comments about the absurdly shallow and silly things a group of girls nearby was saying. The friend caught me silently laughing and rolling my eyes at the girls and asked if I was listening to them too. I said yes, and she smiled and said she promised she hadn’t been like that last year. We then just chatted a bit until my food was ready, and they congratulated me on getting my food and being able to get the hell away from the nearby immaturity. I thought about hanging around to wait for them outside, as they both seemed genuinely friendly and I wouldn’t have minded hanging out with them, but I had a party to get to, so I continued on my way.
Fast forward about ten drinks, the removal of my shirt, a bondage chain around my neck, testing some very drunk guy on his knowledge of the congressmen of every district of every state (seriously, what the hell? how did he do that and also why?), I am in bed with my friend, who has also had several drinks. During the entire party, she had been hanging around me, sitting very close, staring at me. At some point, I went to the bathroom and applied two more sprays of MX391 to my now bare chest. However, that may have ghosted me a bit, as she wasn’t as close for a while. I didn’t get too many blatant hits from other girls, but most of them had a respective other in the room Eventually, she jokingly said she had some lingerie I could borrow, so I would fit in more, and said I should come pick it out with her. Initially, not much happened (I think she and one of her female friends had a little rendezvous earlier and she wasn’t in the mood) but through my own manual expertise (as I said in another thread, my fingers are apt to get away from me) and holding my own in a conversation about linguistics and Turkish, I soon had her spread in front of me, moaning and thrusting her body towards me. Unfortunately, due to an incident that happened with her now ex-boyfriend, she firmly insisted on not having sex. However, things got very close, and she said perhaps another time, she would be okay with it, and she sounded like she meant it. She kept telling me how good I was at everything and how wonderful it felt. Eventually, we were both exhausted, and I ended up sleeping in her bed until about 7, when I made my way back to my dorm. Before I left, she asked if remembered, as I had been quite drunk throughout everything (she, apparently, had not been nearly as inebriated as me) and when I told her I remembered everything, she smiled and said “Good.”
Today, I was pretty damn rundown, but I would like to congratulate the makers of the UF mixes and thank them for giving me quite an interesting night. More testing is clearly in order, and while some of my success is certainly attributable to alcohol, the nature of the party, and my own efforts, I believe MX391 certainly played a part.
