Fingerpainting a lover - 1P-LSD, nitrous, GHB, Salvia, weed (xpost /r/drugs) | 2016

Yesterday was, I would hazard to think, the most sexually and romantically thrilling day I have ever had in my 28 years and the best acid trip I have ever had in my life. I think it was just as good for her, too.

You should try it with your lover. The Salvia and GHB and nitrous are surplus to requirements, the important part is the acid and the fingerpaints. I got the shit they sell for toddlers so I imagine it is pretty non-toxic.

The following post goes into detail about sexually deviant acts I have participated in. If you know me IRL, pretend like you never read this and carry on pretending for the rest of your life.

So yesterday my lover of about 6 months wanted to take acid with me and our only plan was to watch Finding Nemo (she'd watched it, I had not). She came round at about 3 and we ate the acid (200ugs each), then put Finding Nemo on when we started feeling it.

About an hour into the movie it started buffering so I paused it. She asked "What should we do while we wait" and I said "Fingerpaint each other." She said she would watch me fingerpaint myself and was a tiny bit resistant, but I told her I would never fingerpaint myself and she relented.

Dipping my fingers in the tubs of paint and rubbing them over her naked body was absolutely incredible, mixing close, lustful touching of her soft skin with vibrant colours and creativity. I had never been so enthralled by watching paint dry, studying it against her cream-coloured body as it went from a gloopy mark to a jelly-like red before drying into flakes.

At this point, I was thinking "this is the best acid experience I have had in my life, everyone should fingerpaint" before realising that we weren't even listening to music. So I put on Sigur Ros.

She then clambered on top of me and started fingerpainting me and was delighted, running her smooth hands over my chest and leaving bright red, blue, green and yellow marks where her fingers had trailed. She'd wipe the paint on my nose and I would rub my nose all over her body.

The kids' finger painting kit I bought also came with a roller, like you might use if you were painting a wall. I dipped this roller in paint and ran it over her nipples. This was a little much for her and we both burst into a fit of laughter.

Unfortunately the penis gets in the way a little, and when things progressed to oral sex, she said my willy tasted of paint. So we went up to the shower to wash the paint from our genitals and faces.

She got a little carried away by how much fun this was, and loved rubbing shower gel into me and watching it turn into multicoloured soap bubbles, so eventually most of the finger paint had washed off. We toweled off and went downstairs again.

Take it as given that at least once every hour or so we huffed some nitrous.

I now had a clean canvas to work with.

I have a little bit of a foot fetish, so I then began to fingerpaint her feet and press the imprint of her foot on to my chest. I also made an imprint of her feet on an extra-large piece of paper that I now intend to hang up in my house. I rubbed different colours of paint all over her feet and lower legs and we remarked on how beautiful it looked.

A small amount of GBL was then consumed by each of us.

As the intimacy continued and more finger paints were applied, she sat on my face facing away from my body and I ate her out; I gazed up at her dazzling, sumptuous body, streaked with paint left by my lusting hands as she rode my nose and tongue. She then came off me and mounted my cock and rode me like the world was ending, holding my mouth open and spitting into it, which drove me crazy.

We then went upstairs to fuck in my tie-die bedsheets and went at it like animals, sweat mixing with paint, her pink mouth licking against mine, me kissing her body desperately, fucking in spoons, missionary, lifting her legs up, and just when I was about to bust a nut she could take no more. "Leave it for later."

We went back downstairs and started listening to Alcest. The sex was not over, and I started eating her ass before eating her out again. It was pretty obvious that we were both having a very memorable time, and as she orgasmed to the sounds of Alcest's new track Oiseaux de Proie, I pulled away from her thighs to look at her fingerpaint-covered face and saw tears coming from her eyes. Tears of happiness. I had eaten her pussy so well she was literally crying.

"Juliette, when we made love, you used to cry. You said I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die."

I remarked on how good it made me feel to have pleased her so much, and she was a little embarrassed about it. "I'm gonna make you cry with happiness too."

We then finished watching Finding Nemo. Which was good.

Then we listened to some MF DOOM and some Dalek while stroking, kissing and fingerpainting each other. I absent-mindedly doodled on her thigh before noticing that I had done a flag, which may as well have been the French flag (I don't know my flags). I pointed out that a French flag on a white woman's thigh could be construed as satirical art responding to the Burkini controversy and even thinking about these themes gave me a real creative rush. My main creative pursuit has always been writing, which is not as much fun as painting when I'm on acid and isn't something you can do with other people. Acid makes me feel creative, sexual, childish and free, and fingerpainting a naked body combines it all.

We talked about the Mona Lisa, about how Mona wouldn't have realised that the painting of her was one of the most beautiful paintings in the world.

Then we hit some Salvia. Shit is otherworldly when you're tripping. An intense psychedelic experience that enhanced the experimental hip hop even further.

I have an electronic bubble machine, and we played with that for a short while. My naked fingerpainted lover gazed into the air, popping bubbles, laughing and smiling, and at that instance I felt a once-in-a-blue-moon kind of deep love, like I could not possibly love this woman any more than I did in that moment. I told her that I was so madly in love with her; she's taken a little longer to reach that feeling for me or feel comfortable gushing over me, but it all came out and she was blushing and bashful with how much she loved me.

More GBL was then consumed. I still hadn't ejaculated by this point.

We go back upstairs to my tiedye bedsheets and begin again. I wonder out loud whether we should do anal, and she goes downstairs, retrieves a butt plug from her bag, and puts that inside her, huffing poppers as she does so. We then grind against each other with the butt plug inside her.

After she can take no more, she pulls the butt plug out and puts it in my mouth and I lick it like a starving man. I feel like I'm about to ejaculate, my body feels like it has ejaculated, but I'm still hard, so we rest for a moment and I start again. "Oh wow Toastshop." And then I come soon afterwards with all the force of a dam breaking.

We lie in bed and I think back over the day's events. I am so happy I start to tear up. I pick up her hands and bring them to my eyes, touch her fingers against my tears. "You made me cry too."