Somehow twelve hours passed equally fast and slow, in a distinct universe where I could float far far away from our common reality. A whole world was happening outside and it just felt unreal. Inside was far better- colours were brighter, this time not a spectrum tho, they were lines that kept on changing and moving like waves; sensations were deeper, every touch felt like an explosion of pleasure; I tried to reach for my sensation of smell sometimes, I think it was the only time when I really missed it, I guess it would be complementary to the whole experience, the understanding of what kind of smells were our bodies emaning; my audition was mostly with the background music that always sets the mood, which it was changing a lot, I guess I felt the need to as things were also constantly changing.
I understood that two people can live two very different perspectives on the same experience and still be in sync. I was much more sensitive and contemplative, Matt was more down to earth rethinking more ample philosophic sort of matters and having contact with the outside world.
As my brain was going into a million directions I found it difficult to concentrate in what he was saying. Matt was talking quite a lot, interesting matters that kept me thinking but it was hard to put it out there. I was constantly getting lost in the words but finding track of conversation through gestures, facial expressions or simply refocusing on his eyes. Everything is connected and energy is flowing so you can pick up on a different parts of the spiral.
The painting had life and so had the projection on the wall. At some point I can swear we were looking at, not the stars, but the full galaxy and our bodies and souls were only the continuation of it- a small small part but fundamental to keep it going.
A single touch between us could take multiple directions or even switch through all. We could slide on each other's bodies and take pleasure with all tiny bits of it. Every slow movement was an explosion inside, I could feel everything. There was an instant where I truly felt it was the best sex of my life, I don't know if that's completely truth because the present is always the most imperative, if I'm living this experience now I'm going to feel it to the most, and of course the LSD helped but really the most satisfying thing in a sexual connection is to see the other is enjoying you. In the same way I take pleasure into touching, kissing or just traveling through Matt's body, he was doing the same. I was enjoying all parts of him on me and the pleasure was even overwhelming, like a continuous orgasm that was going further and further each time. My body was tired but the libido was high, I think we had sex for 6 hours. Could it be? On and off but still! It's pretty normal bodies start to get tired and so does our intimate parts but can libido overcommit? I sure start to think so, although for men might work slightly differently.
Although sex was a big part of our interaction, it was not the only kind. At some points things were flowing from sexual to simple affection and the enjoyment of the warmth skin of the other on yours. I noticed myself smiling wide open several times as i was feeling an enormous content about everything. Dancing all of the sudden seemed a very valid option when Latin music started playing, I needed to act on the rhythm inside of me and it was just becautiful. Clumsy as well, not gonna lie, but still perfect.
After all we're pretty tired and eager to sleep but I couldn't have a well rested night. Still, I don't feel exactly tired, instead I feel more relaxed and appreciative of my reality. It was a beautiful journey.
