Following on from the last party
Same people same place. So what then, I hear you ask, should one take along to enliven a houseparty full of loose-moralled students with a penchant for intoxicated pornography? I decided on acid.
The shame of the previous party having worn off somewhat, I turn up to the next one and go directly to Y's room where X, Y and myself hit the blotters thinking that everyone else would be none the wiser. Would they fuck.

After a while, X begins to act strangely then drags her weed dealer off into her room to have her way with him. When finished, he leaves and she spends the rest of the evening tripping in a corner talking to some other guy who's clearly interested but insisting that she doesn't like him in that way because she's gay. Quite mild in terms of conduct for these parties; not good marks for exhibitionism for X. Y on the other hand.....


Y had invited about 4 of her old schoolfreinds and typically at about 2 sneaked off to her room with one of them. The whole party were treated to the usual vocal performance (the door was open and her room was next to the landing). On hearing what's happening, her 3 other freinds go upstairs one by one and do not return. The noises continue. Next to disappear into the room is a course mate of Y's with a video camrea. The door still open, they put on some *very* bad death metal and decided to make a porno. This is swiftly done and instantaneously set loose onto the net. The whole house (even those really trying not to) having heard the entire event and most people having witnessed it.

Next day, Y and I had vodka for breakfast (and kept on it all day untill I went to play bridge in the evening) and talked in a shell-shocked way about the previous days carnage. I'll never forget her describing the experience of morphing fractal-patterned cocks coming towards her out of the darkness.

It all confirms that sex and acid don't mix. When other people describe putting on a show of morning tent sex for their neighbours at a festival, it wasn't followed by a drug-induced unconcern for clothing. In retrospect, I shouldn't have left the tent afterwards in full view of all the people from the tents around us who'd been treated to the performance and wander to the portaloos and back while still naked from the waist down. But I didn't realise at the time it could possibly be viewed in an unfavourable light. Although seeing as I was at the Glade, the funny looks were probably for being clothed from the wiast up.
(Lotus Eater exposed herself on, Tue 16 Oct 2007, 17:15, Reply)