Alright, I've spent my life looking for the right girl. Great personality, does drugs, attractive, and hypsersexual. Most importantly, someone who would in turn find me attractive. When I met the person that fit all that criteria, I couldn't believe my luck. We saw each other everyday, we made love frequently, and we enjoyed experimenting with new things. One of them happened to be meth. Being an ampetamine sulphate man myself, I felt excited to try the king of them all. Why not try it with my girlfriend as well?
The person who was selling it also happens to be a close friend of mine. He's a little bit sketchy but I hadn't seen him in a while so my girl and I went to hang out at his house. I brought a bottle of whiskey and enough money for a gram of crystal. When we got there, I started to worry about where I'd be leaving my car. The neighborhood was scummier than I imagined and I planned on staying for a couple hours. Anyways, we find a spot and go to his apartment. We're greeted by a group of african americans and my friend.
I felt unease but my girlfriend enjoys stuff like this. It was a new experience. We ended up getting a bit drunk and I decided to start snorting the meth right there. My girlfriend and a few other people followed. I was overwhelmed by how high I felt. You could even say I felt a little sick. I then felt an urgent need to fuck. My sex drive was insane and I got the crazy idea of making out with my girl. She, being as high if not higher than me, started to take make out furiously with me. We end up leaving soon after and go home. I was overwhelmed by sexual fantasies of my girlfriend getting gang raped by all those niggers and fucked her furiously (without cumming of course) to the thought. I felt disgusted by the thought when the high starting leaving me but I regarded the whole thing as drug induced delusion. After coming down a day later from our binge, I decided to get some more. This time the thoughts came back and it occurred to me that my girlfriend would probably be ok with some sort of meth fueled cockhold by an african american. I felt elated. She said she's open to the idea but that she'd only do it with an ex boyfriend, who happens to be black.
A week later, feeling unease about the whole situation yet conveniently high on meth all the time, she brought him to the house. I didn't know what to expect but this guy was big. I disregarded this at the time but my girl and him had great chemistry. They were laughing and smiling at each other even before the meth. So we snort a bunch, my girl gets undressed and the nigger starts fucking her. I see her face, looking at him in pleasure and I realize what I'd done. I flipped in rage, started punching my naked girlfriend, and the nigger starts beating me up. They leave, I'm on the couch really fucking high on meth and covered in blood. I started to cry profusely and I now realize I may have lost her.
What should I do? I have her phone number but I can imagine she's upset but fuck. I love her! I feel fucking awful.
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