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Sex & drugs

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  1. Fiction: Adam's Day (Conclusion)

    “Whatever!” Sal stood up obviously frustrated with the subject, “Look it’s not that big of a deal. I’ve done it a couple times now and it’s a lot better of a high.” Adam couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “That’s not the point. We made a promise. Together.” At this Sal got extremely upset, “Together? What the hell do you mean together? We aren’t together, you have decided to be with that bore of girl.” “Yes but we know that there’s something with us.” “No we don’t. I...
  2. Whiteboy Dope

    "I've never been able to take a dose that is fatal. But the moment I'm sober my life is noticeably over..." - CQ We call it "Whiteboy" around here. A trademark term in the 702. Most tweakers from around the way relate this name to an overly strong, but smooth and tasty-toxic mess; just like old school crank or biker dope. This specific batch though, has such a unique taste and aroma. It's more sweet, pungent and potent then your everyday bag of dope. It's shit that will...
  3. Adam's Day (part 2)

    As she began the familiar lecture that began with the incident from last year and ended with her in tears from getting so upset Adam shut the words out and gazed at her. She was a very pretty girl, with high cheekbones and eyes like those Precious Moments figurines. She was always dressed with a modest fashion; never too slutty or covered in makeup but still held an attractiveness to her wardrobe that most girls couldn’t seem to pull off. She genuinely loved him too and...
  4. Can I recover from my lover... Crystal Meth

    Recovery... I think quitting meth should be called anything but recovery. Readjustment, reconstruction, recreation, replacement (by the way is my new word of the week), rehabil... No that word is too similar to recovery. I like the words re-rock, as well as retreat. Two things I love to do. So why am I thinking like this... well why the fuck not? DAY FIVE & STILL NO DOPE! I can't sleep, including profusive cold sweats and the appetite of a pregnant women. And to top it off,...
  5. My journey into the world of drugs - part 2

    In part 1 of this series I described my first experience of meth, after many years of staying away from all drugs. Now I was a drug user, and I knew it wouldn't be a one-off. It wasn't long before I was looking for my next 'chem play' session with like-minded guys - and Grindr was full of opportunities. Only a few days later I met up with a guy who agreed to show me what a (proper) booty bump was. When I arrived he prepared a syringe in front of me with a solution of water and meth,...
  6. My journey into the world of drugs - part 1

    Here is my journey into the world of drugs - from an innocent, naive geek who was brought up to say no to drugs (including tobacco) to a regular IV meth user keen to experience any drugs I can get my hands on. Just to forewarn you, I am a gay male and as my drug use is closely linked to my sex life this blog includes detailed accounts of gay sex that some might find shocking. As I plan to update it when I'm high and feeling creative, it might be a bit wordy and go off on a tangent in places...
  7. The Teacher

    It’s that time of the evening again. The hour when the rest of the smokers have left, and I alone am left to practice my art. I am always the last to leave; many nights, I never leave, lifting myself from the mat only to rush home and take a shower before returning to work at the university. It was obscenely easy for me to find employment as a teacher, given my education and command of the English language. I am inclined to dislike the advantage I receive simply for being a westerner, but in...
  8. The Pipe

    He meets my gaze, and I know. That intensity that tells me, "It's time to smoke." He takes my hand, leads me to the mat. He knows how to strike the match just so, making an elegant show of it. He knows the Pavlovian response this elicits, the way that my panties begin to dampen as he begins his ritual. He takes the pipe in his hands, stroking it slowly before placing a fresh damper in the saddle. He cooks the chandu over the lamp, the dark, fragrant liquid sizzling in the tiny wok. Minute...
  9. Heaven to Hell and Back Again Pt.3

    4-22-2014 Flight 843 Heaven Outbound Again, wash off the L4B bullshit is the first thing when we get home. Swear to self that after this bag is gone, it's time to break away like a normal user. Still know that the 24/7 tweaker lifestyle isn't fun by any stretch of the imagination. Hooked up an old N64 to my Sony Bravia, thought I would crush StarFox64...Nope, not at all. Either i was super speed jacked or PS3 has spoiled me, but the game couldn't keep up with my controller movements,...
  10. From Heaven to Hell and back Again Pt.1

    04-20-2014 Heaven is All Around Woke up late to my lovely girlfriend 'K' telling me to get up and ready for family's Easter dinner grilled for family for the first time, big deal to them and myself. Hadnt had a family hoiday since I decided the 'Life' was more important to me than my own family, nearly 4 years ago. But this girl had changed my priorities, her family welcomed me as an equal and I was off Crystal!! after 3 years of everyday creation and consumption. Life was Normal again...
  11. From Heaven to Hell and back Again Pt.2

    04-21-2014 Heaven Goes Up and Comes Back Down...? The feelings of fear and paranoia were all to familiar as we turned off the relatively empty highway into our nighborhood. In my mind at least, we made out pretty good considering the track record of G and his famous 'Slow motion Lifestyle'. He performed the majority of the duties, handing off to me during the lull in the RX. Other than that I stood around and bullshitted and got just shy of a gram in pocket. K is much more sceptical of G,...
  12. Tim Leary: 'Tripping the Bardo' with Joanna Harcourt Smith

    February 14, 2014 By Susun Weed [URL]http://www.womensradio.com/2014/02/tripping-the-bardo-with-joanna-harcourt-smith/[/URL] Joanna was born high up in the Swiss mountains on a snowy January evening. She grew up in Paris and speaks 5 languages. School was boring but her curiosity about life was not extinguished by the dullness of the education system. Nature was her teacher, trees, horses, dogs and the ocean gave her a sense of belonging that she did not feel within her birth family. In 1968...
  13. Once I Was Invincible (III)

    Part I Part II [Author's note: I'm sorry it's been so long since the last part was posted, and I'm sorry that this one isn't a little bit longer. However, I am back at it, so hopefully it won't be another ten months until Part IV. I sincerely thank all of you for sticking with me from the bottom of my heart. Enjoy.] When we arrived at the police station, I was escorted inside. I did not see Michael; in fact, I never saw him again. The moment the officer and I moved past the small...
  14. Glass (Vignette)

    You picked me up in the parking lot of the mini-mall near my house when I was fifteen. It was broad daylight. You were a police officer, but an addict. We had one thing in common. You drove me to your house in a beat-down part of a beat-down town and put me in a leather jockstrap. I can't tell you how humiliated I felt; even at my thinnest, a noticeable layer of fat spilled over the tiny waist. You gave me the pipe and I inhaled hungrily, but it didn't cure my shame. Eventually, you had to...
  15. My cat and her meth journey #10

    "Do what you think's right and you will feel alright, 'cause when you are bad, you will feel sad, that's the religion I live by" - The Streets "Alleged Legends" My cat made a promise she knew she would have trouble keeping. She also took advantage of tomcat in a vulnerable state. Not only that, she set out with really good intentions (again!) and in a moment of weakness, she caved... and so the weekend included ICE, again. My cat knew this blog would be therapeutic, a way of helping...
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