With mota its better!

Lizard kisses. Didn’t know that there was such a thing. Never the less that’s what it felt like and that’s what they were. Yum.

As for which is better, having sex under the influence of marijuana as opposed to having sex with alcohol, well, is there a story to that? Throw sex at something and it shows up everywhere in the media. The Washington Post story below or variants of the same circulated for quite a while there in August. In my humble opinion the sweetness and softness and joy that goes along with high sex is a much better thing than sex under the influence of drink, that is, if you want sweetness and softness and joy. That crazed, clothes rending, glasses breaking, furniture snapping. sangre de toro action that comes from a wild night of wine drinking, well, that’s a whole different matter. Every once in a while you just gotta have that! But overall beer goggles have left me with bed mates that were sheer coyotes too many times but with mota, it's always been another thing entirely.

Cannabis requires a bit of intimacy from the start, if for anything from it somewhat restricted status. You can drink in a bar but you can’t light up there. You can meet folks in a club, drink and then get witty and look pretty. With cannabis there has to be the place and time, and these days, here in Colorado, anyway, it better be done at home unless you want to get a citation.

As for me, that first time I had “sex” with weed wasn’t wild. In fact, there isn’t much of a story here to tell. Boy leaves girlfriend at work one evening and goes off to a party. Party goes from a fun little mix to a lights out, candles burning and joints being passed around kind of affair. I had no idea who the hostess was but it was right out of a Chris Rock routine. As he put it a woman knows within five minutes if she going to bed down with a man and somehow that hostess of ours, young, well off and bored, had it in her mind to put her mark on me.

Well, dear readers, nothing happened of merit. I was stoned to the bone and there we were, the hostess and me, necking on the stairs, Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon blaring on the stereo, other couples oohing and ahhing all around us in the dark when, at the moment when things could have gotten serious, we heard a car door slam.

If you have ever walked into a kitchen, turned on the lights and seen cockroaches scatter, well, that’s what that scene looked like that night. Hubby was home from the hockey game many hours earlier than expected. We all hauled ass out of there and kept our young hostess’s reputation intact.

Those kisses were sweet and lovely mixed together with that high but that was about it. I got my first bag of mota from that gal later on, too. Funny how those kisses from a married woman lead to my first baggie but that’s alright, we have to break ourselves in somewhere somehow.

Over the years I mixed and matched those inebriants with sex. Lots of mota, lots of drink led to lots of grand and sometimes regrettable sex. But now that I am older, now that I can buy the nicest wines and the dankest buds all around town to propel my nights, I prefer that light touch of a buzz over the heaviness of too much drink. There is something to be said for the spiritual attachment that cannabis brings to the occasion, to the heightened sense of enjoyment that a puff or three adds to the moment. 

And unlike a full out alcohol buzz that tends to make you pass out and snore, with MJ you tend to find yourself padding off the fridge afterwards and bringing back to the bed snacks to share with your lover. Then there’s that blissful sleep afterwards. Ah, nothing wrong with any of that!

So, yes, in this election year I would vote in favor of sex with cannabis. Anyone else have a take on this? Curious to see what you think or have experienced.

Salud


The promised, enclosed Washington Post story!
https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/wonk/wp/2016/08/06/serious-researchers-studied-how-sex-is-different-when-youre-high-vs-when-youre-drunk/