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  1. When I was 21 in college, I use to a lot drink alcohol but I quit for a long time. Now im 29 Yesterday drunk 6 shots and drink probably 20 beers . When the water started to hit my bladder I walk to the bathroom, but the door was locked. I managed to get so drunk I managed to locked the bathroom door. I went to my kitchen to find a butter knife I was so drunk it took a long time. When I found one I needed to pee really bad, I use the butter knife on the door, but it was not effective. I decided to take another shot which numbed my bladder so much i couldn't tell how bad I needed to pee. I started to watch videos on youtube for a while, but 20 minutes later the alcohol wore off any I felt how full my bladder was. It was so full that it was sore and I started to tear up. I went back to my bathroom door to try to open it, but I didn't have a screw driver to open the door. I decided to do more drink more beer, I became so num and drunk I lost attention to my bladder so I started watching music videos. I still felt how full my bladder wasss so I tried to open my bathroom door again. I still could not get it open. I was so drunk, that I was trying to open my bathroom door with a plastic fork. I guess my bladder was so numb that it couldn't hold it any more an I started to pee in my pants and on to my carpet. I started soaking my pants and I coulndt stop it because I was so numb from the alcohol. I tried to stop it, but my bladder muscles were so stain they didn't even move so I pee pee in my jeans at full force. I collapsed to my knees trying to stop it, but it kept coming out into my jeans. I was so drunk I fell over on my left side on to the ground, it stopped the pee for a second, but it started to come out again. (I naturally cry when I have to pee really bad or lose control my bladder, its the only thing that makes my cry even if im holding it for fun!). When I fell on my side the pee kept coming out on the carpet and it started soaking my shirt. when my bladder was empty I soaked the carpet in front of my bathroom, I was crying and my pants where soaked as I lied on my side. I kept on crying after I wet my pants, I stood up to try to open the door. I was still so drunk that I discovered my bathroom door nob wasn't locked, my shoe jammed the door on the other side because I pushed the door softly and it opened. I cant handle holding a full bladder! I was born with a small bladder. Feel free to message me! Mr. Baby Bladder...
  2. LSD Experiences

    Hello everybody! I'm a long lurker, a silent observer of this amazing forum. Today I'm going to ask some of you about something that really cares me: LSD experiences. I'm going to explain: I'm collecting information for my next book and I really need to know how someone feel during a LSD trip. I can't do a trip on my own because I really don't know where I can find these stuff! Any information is helpful. Just write whatever you like, how you felt and also about the moment before taking it. Thank you really much! I'm going to be away for a couple of days, so I will not be able to answer you. See you!
  3. Hi guys. So I posted a similar video the other day, being on 12 etizolam and playing bass. Just now I smoked DMT, and had a fantastic trip. My battery died near the end so it got caught off kinda early *sad face*. At the end when I said "it's still going on I wanted to keep talking about it,but my laptop died. Since I was diapered and wearing my ABDL duckie footie pajamas, so by that technicality makes me allowed to post this in this section (assuming drug use is appropriate on here; please tell me if it isn't and I will kindly refrain from making such posts in the future). On a similar note, I understand we all have different interests. It's very likely that many of you guys (but probably not all of you) heavily frown upon drug use. I try my best to make it very clear when there is drug content in my videos, and I assume that people who do not share an interest in drugs will simply not click on the link. But, if I am offending anyone by posting this content, or if I am breaking any sort of forum rules, I will immediately stop posting such future content. That or, I would be more than happy to post in it the mature section; though it is my understanding that this is an adult forum, and such content is fair game, as we are all mature adults. Again, Please correct me if I'm wrong. Also, I'd like to know if there's actually a niche psychedelic crowd on here who appreciates this type of thing. Everyone on this sub-forum is into diapers to some extent, but not all of us our into drugs. I get that and respect that. So if these videos are completely uninteresting to you and everyone else on here, I'd also like to know, as I will probably post them elsewhere on a more drug-centric forum, not giving a damn if they find out about my ABDL side. But the trip was awesome. I don't know how familiar you are with DMT, but I broke through and went to hyperspace. Both open eyed and closed visuals were great. Extremely pleasant feeling. My bike in the corner of the room looked awesome, some kind of future super bike, When I coughed, I actually saw a small deity in my head. He help a red symbol and I could feel him telepathically communicating with me. He pretty much said "whoops, be careful how much you take in my friend." Very friendly entity. Also the duckies on my pajama looked like black and yellow ball of energy which was pretty cool. But overall it was great. Hope to have more tonight Here's the video:
  4. Which drugs should be legal?

    Justin Trudeau - our totally dreamy Prime Minister up here in Canada - was elected on a platform of legalizing, taxing, and regulating marijuana. Meanwhile, Washington and Colorado beat us to the punch and seem to have had a lot of success with their own legalization initiatives. Should other states and countries follow suit and legalize marijuana? If marijuana should be legal, should that be the last drug to be legalized? Where do you draw the line on which drugs should be legal, or do you think that all drugs should be legal? If you think that all drugs should be legal, how do you picture that working out? Do you think that the government should take a total hands-off approach and let the free market sort it out? Or should the government step in and regulate the production and sale of some drugs? Should any of this have any effect on prescription drugs that are commonly used recreationally? How do you feel about the inevitable designer recreational drugs from pharmaceutical companies? Conversely, if you think it's the duty of the government to decide what people can put in their bodies, what's your justification for that, where do you draw the line, and are you optimistic about ever eliminating drug abuse?
  5. views on drugs

    I've noticed that a common political topic nowadays is the legalization of marijuana. This got me thinking, why all drugs, not just marijuana are illegal in the first place. It doesn't make sense to lock people up for doing drugs when it is truly a victimless crime. In addition, people who do drugs, especially the harder one often have some sort of psychological reason to be doing them, yet instead of helping people with their issues we just lock them up with killers and robbers. The question in this debate is; "What do you guys think the drug laws should be?" My belief is no drug use should be punishable by law. Instead I believe the government should put its effort into creating programs to help people deal with their drug addictions and to help people with their original problems that led to them relying on drugs.
  6. Female My friend Molly.

    (Note: This story has quite a bit of build up. It's important, I think, to the overall feeling, but you can skip about halfway down if you'd like. Also, there is some gratuitous sexual discussion within.) Our friend had never done the stuff before, and my girlfriend and I, being the sinful instigators we were, had decided that that was just. Plain. Unacceptable. "Now, Blackheart, you have to behave yourself. None of us are interested in a three-way here, so no making it awkward," she chided. The fine, off-white crystalline substance poured gently into the tiny stone goblets. They were a gift for Zoey's 22nd birthday. "I know that I get a little crazy with Molly, but give me a little credit." My retort was said with bite, but in reality, I was a little worried. When I was a space cadet, a lot of silly things seemed kinda normal. But that was also novelty. I had a better grasp of my "warmed up" self. I hoped. Orange juice. It's a great accompaniment. The juice itself has several minerals and vitamins that help maintain the body's precursors to dopamine and serotonin. Diesel fuel for the engine, you might say. It even helps the god awful taste. Helps, but doesn't get rid of it. I grimaced as I shot the cocktail. The second round helped a bit more. You use the juice to help wash off any residue. Every iota counts. T-Minus 30 minutes. Molly is the slang term for methylenedioxy-N-methylamphetamine, more commonly known as MDMA. In a less pure form, you can often find it in pill form at raves, under the name Ecstasy. It's usage and effects are so significant that it is classified as its own drug category - an empathogen - or a chemical substance that enhances social and physical empathy. It's an illicit substance, to be sure, though interestingly that hasn't stopped scientists from testing it for its value in treating stress and mental damage. Soldiers with PTSD, for example. T-Minus 20 minutes. The biggest problem with Molly, in my opinion, is the half an hour or so it takes to feel the effects, where you're terrified you got shit stuff, or that your body just isn't dealing with it tonight. Knowing ethical people helps. The second biggest problem with Molly is that people can waste it. You want to party? There's a thousand different substances. Molly is a close friend kind of drug. You don't waste experiences with it. T-Minus 10 minutes. We sat, and talked, and waited, and felt. When you first feel it, it's pretty unique. For me, I start to yawn. It feels like I'm suddenly stretching and it feels Oh. So. Good. But unlike a normal stretch, it doesn't stop. It goes on, gets more intense. Pretty soon it's across my entire body, and then, if it's good stuff, it creeps inside your head. Things get sparkly. Houston, we have rainbows. But I'm sure you're not interested in my random thoughts on drugs. There's one reason you're here. Fortunately for you, this memory is burned into my head, and makes my breath catch every time I replay it. I'm going to have to ask you to be patient, as I want this to mean something to you. Let me describe my Zoey to you. She's a little short, about 5'5", a very petite girl. Cute as a button face. Legs that could kill. But what really does it for me is her ass. For such a small girl, it's a perfect heart shape, and gives her curves for days. On this night however, it was clothed in dark blue tights, which somehow only accentuated the curvature and smoothness of her body. She wore a clingy dress, that clung even more as the night wore on (Molly makes you sweat not because of the heat, necessarily, but because it's a way for your body to flush out foreign toxins. In any case, we listened to music, felt it, danced to it. It was light and energetic - it had to be, otherwise I'd get a little overly touchy-feely - and we had fun. Our friend went out to smoke, get some air. Zoey and I both knew what that meant, in the cosmic sense of things. I have a very sexual nature sober - high on this stuff, everything and everyone was electrically stimulating. She sauntered over, and I took her visage in. I touched her soft skin, felt the warm smoothness of the tights. I kissed her, and it felt like kissing an angel. And then I touched her - erotic but not erogenous, just yet. There's places where you can take hold of a person: The interior of their hip bone, the base of the hair at the back of the neck, that make a soul shiver. And she did. We have to be careful, we can't make this awkward for her. Don't worry, I'm listening for the door. What make my heart skip a beat was when I touched her tights-clad crotch. It was already wet, and the moment I did, she gave this succubus sigh, and gently ground into my hand. It feels so good. I know... My hand had played this movement before, and my fingerings are precise. As aroused as she, was, finding her clit was no issue at all, and making her lose it over that touch was blood for a vampire in me. I could feel her getting closer and closer, the climax of this first overture building and then the squeaky outer screen door opened, and that moment of eternity shattered. In two seconds, she was sitting on my lap innocently playing with a laser pointer with our cats. Our friend came back jolly as all hell, and we danced some more. Cue the second cigarette. We are rolling incredibly high now, and the world itself feels alive with color and texture, all of it amazing. The moment the door closes the light switch in her eyes flips, and it's her turn to jump on me, and she does so, grinding herself into my body. I, in turn, am helpless as I am rendered into a sexual monster. This time I slip my hand inside the tights, and find her forbidden spot again. It's wet and warm, and as I crook my finger into her, touching her, holding her, controlling her, that overture builds again. She's quiet as she can be - which is saying a lot, honestly - but she still moans and gasps. It comes and she comes, pushing herself as hard as she can against me, going as tense as a statue, biting into my neck. Her prayers to god would make a priest blush, and politely excuse himself. It's then that she whispers into my ear... I have to peeeeee.... My mind roils. The door opens again. When I come back to the real world, I find that I'm bouncing my head to music gently while Zoey did the same. To a sober person, the guilty look on her face would have said a lot. None of us were sober. I was a puddle of sensual energy, and I didn't trust myself to get up again, or even get out from under the blanket. It didn't help that Zoey teased me whenever she could. Whenever our friend's back was turned, she'd look at my with glittery eyes, and briefly grab her crotch. Shake her butt at me. Cross her legs. Bite her lips. Cigarette Number 3 happens, though not before Zoey and I take another point, our friend needing to call it early. The door closed once more. Oh god I have to go so bad, but holding it feels so good. She moved closer, in arm's reach, and turned around, flashing my her ass, covered by her thin tights. Without panties to cover it, I could see the silhouette of her Venus' Mound. It drove me wild. I touched her, and she gasped. She squeezed her legs against my hand. You really gotta go...? It was both a question and a declaration. My mind was no longer my own. So bad. It wouldn't be so bad to let a tiny bit out, would it? I coyly played the Devil's Advocate. As far as I could tell, I was lust incarnate. Just to relieve the pressure. She gave me a curious, poker-faced look. And then that Mona Lisa smile. She pusher her butt into my hand and froze for a moment. The heat from her pussy was fiery, and I was a moth to the flame. I felt her relax, and immediately a jet of hot urine drenched my hand. She tried to stop, and failed briefly, squirting again, before grinding her crotch into my hand for control. This, combined with the feeling of partial release, made her moan in ecstasy. I nearly came. I'm pretty sure my heart stopped. She turned to me, still holding her dress up a bit and I, possessed, touched her again. Her knees almost buckled as she came again. It took all of my sanity and willpower to not fuck her then. I could see the same thought in her eyes then too. The squeaky harbinger of modesty rang again, and suddenly Zoey was just dancing to the music. Briefly the band registered to me. Massive Attack. Half an hour passes, and our friend is coming down. We, on the other hand, are rising again. Zoey's energy picks up again, as does her fidgeting. Our friend checks her phone, and Zoey flashes her ass to me. Our friend declares that she has to go, and we her our sad hugs. She tells us not to get into too much trouble. I grin at her. The door closes, and our fourth act opens. I don't think I can hold it any longer. I don't know what to say. She comes over, takes the blanket off my lap, and puts herself on me. She's so warm. She sits with her legs spread around me, her crotch above mine. Touch me. I do. I can do nothing else. I feel the crevices of her body, the muscles, the softness, and I shudder. And she moans. She alternates between tenseness and sensual relaxation. I love you. I love you too. More than anything else in the world. She presses my hand to her pussy again, and that's when it happens. Pee squirts out of her again, wetting her tights once more. She tries to stop, but can only succeed in moaning, as the force of it picks up, hissing against the fabric, running down her legs and over my legs and penis. She whimpers in pleasure, and presses herself against me, unable to hold back, enjoying every second. I watch, transfixed, as it pours out of her. It pools around my body in the chair, as she relaxes utterly, and a purring moan emanates from her. It is the most erotic thing I have ever heard. After an eternity, she slows down, and immediately picks up by grinding herself against me, still peeing slowly. I slip her sodden tights down, and my wet pants off, and slip myself inside her. She rides me, as out of control as I am. We last only moments, but when I come, so does she. It feels like a beast it tearing itself out of my body, and in my tenseness I try to hold it back, but in seconds, in years, I lose myself. My world whites out. Some time later, I am aware that she is hugging me, still grinding herself slowly against me. And I reciprocate, I kiss her, grind on her. The climax is over, but there's still plenty of coda. I love you so much. Not more than I can love you. Curtains. This story is entirely true. The names are different, for obvious reasons, but aside from stylistic changes from my writing style, this is as true to life as I can make it. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. -Blackheart