I love wine. There’s nothing like sipping red wine and getting into the sexual ~groove~. Wine is liquid foreplay magic. It creeps up on you slowly but steadily; it turns you into the lustful vixen you never imagined you could be.
But drunk sex is worlds different from stoned sex.
Drunk sex is wild and rowdy and uninhibited. Don’t get me wrong — it’s amazing. But you can’t deny that there’s a time and place for it.
Stoned sex, as I found out during my first time having it, is more sensual than sexual. All of your senses are on fire. Your arms and legs are loose like jelly. Your tongue feels like it could fold in any direction (and if it can’t, you’re going to try to make it anyway).
Stoned sex, much like a joint, is LIT AF. So I’m going to tell you about the first time I did it.
Disclaimer: I used