Citation: sexbomb. "Cracked Out Nymphomania: An Experience with Crack & Alcohol (Beer) (exp50501)". Erowid.org. Jan 29, 2018. erowid.org/exp/50501
I arrived at the party at my friends house around 9, and things were just getting started. It was a pretty chill atmosphere, everyone mingling, drinking brews, shooting pool.
Around 10 my boyfriend's cousin approached us, his hand cupped around this small white rock. My boyfriend and I initially freaked out, calling his cousin a crackhead and expressing our disappointment.
A few beers later, however, we were down to experiment.
The three of us piled into his cousin's car in the driveway, and began to smoke the crack. It was a weird experience, and tasted like I was inhaling a hot glue gun. Used to smoking marijuana, I had to adjust my normally deep and quick hits to the shallow but drawn out inhalations of the rock. It took me a minute, but all of a sudden I felt like my brain was voided. I just kept looking around, mumbling 'wowwww' and feeling like I had blazed lots of weed without the drowsiness or giggling. We reentered the party and continued to drink. The high was nice and mellow, but I immediately began fiending for more illicit substances.
As the night progressed, I continued to down some beers (about 7 or 8 in total) and smoke a few joints. I was pretty fucked up, walking in a haze. Things were blurred but fun, and I kept dragging my boyfriend into the corner so I could have my way with him. I was horny, to say the least.
A couple hours later, my b/f's cousin approached me and told me to follow him. In my altered state, I wasn't sure what was up, but gave him the benefit of the doubt. It was then that he led me into the bathroom, locked the door, and produced a little plastic baggie. He grabbed a Playboy from behind the toilet (I was too fucked up to be disgusted) and quickly set about lining up some rails. Straw in hand, I bumped a rail, and was instantly drawn back into reality. It was like someone dumped water on my head, and things became instantly clear. I was now physically warm and wiggly but my mental clarity was sharpened.
The night continued, and as I was coming down, I got really really tired. Around 2 o'clock a.m., my boyfriend and I headed home. All of a sudden, I was so horny that I wasn't tired. We had amazing, sweaty, rough and tumble sex, smoked a bowl, and got under the covers. Although I was physically exhausted, my mind was racing, and it took me another hour to chill out enough to even begin to sleep.
All in all, I'd say it was a pretty cool experience. I felt kinda sketchy doing crack, but I gotta admit, it produces an amazing high. The coke is the perfect pick-me-up after lots of pot and booze, and sex is the perfect icing on the cake (if you/your man can keep it up...I hear that's a problem sometimes).
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