#weed drug

[phinilez]

[justmydarklifesblog]

Fuck I love being high.

[shroobles]

“You understand what I’m saying? We knew we couldn’t make it illegal to be either against the war or black, but by getting the public to associate the hippies with marijuana and blacks with heroin. And then criminalizing both heavily, we could disrupt those communities,” - John Ehrlichman, (Richard Nixon domestic policy chief, 1968)

it wasn't about drugs.

[suicideassistance]

Praising you for every hit so you smoke yourself braindead.

“There’s my good girl, keep going.”

“You’re too high? No baby, you’re just overheating. Let’s take these clothes off.”

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re so beautiful like this.”

“You’re dizzy? Lay down, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

“Don’t worry about what my hands are doing. You want a body high don’t you?”

“‘Atta girl, hit it again.”

[omega-fxg-ollie]

sigh... need a mean pervy older guy to smoke with who laughs and mocks me when i cough and splutter after hitting from his bong :( who makes me straddle his thigh so he can grope my ass n tits easier :(( who gets me so high i can't walk straight just so he can sit me on his cock while i whine he's too big, bc im his favourite fleshlight :(((

[eddiediaaz]

(you don't have to be a frequent enjoyer of either to vote. weed can mean any type of marijuana products: joints, edibles, oils, etc.)

add where you're from in the tags if you feel like it!

[phinilez]

[sqrkyclean]

i can draw whatever i want and not a force on this earth can stop me

[sugusatodyke]

You're stressed? Why dont you get high for me so you can be vulnerable and easy to manipulate while I fuck you better? The weed will make you warm and fuzzy and I can fuck all of the bad thoughts out of you head so you'll just feel fuzzy and not have a single important thought!

[drugsneko]

drug abuse? Noooo, i would never do that the drugs. I love drugs.

[intoxicating-goddess]

TW - intox, somno, cnc, forced breeding

We're talking on a video call like we usually do in the evenings. I'm smoking a bowl to help wind down for the night. When I finish, you suggest I might want to do another. I've been really stressed out lately, it'd be helpful to have a little more, you tell me. I have been stressed lately, why not? I fill another bowl half way, but you convince me to make it another full one. After I'm done the second bowl, you can see how faded I am. I tell you that the weed is hitting me really hard and I think I'm gonna go lie down. You wish me well and say goodnight. I stumble through the house in a stoned haze, eventually making it into bed. I drowsily strip myself of my clothes before rolling over and falling asleep. I'm too deep in slumber to hear the door unlock. I gave you a spare key for emergencies, after all. You creep into my bedroom and see my naked body sprawled across the bed. You quietly take off your clothes and climb on top of me. Kissing your way down my back while running your hands all over my limp body. Feeling up my ass and tits and then finally, my pussy. I let out soft moans in my sleep. As you rub my clit and fondle my ass, I start to become wet. You then line yourself up with my slick entrance and ram your entire cock inside me. I wake with a scream, a concoction of panic and pleasure. As you begin violently thrusting, I try to get my bearings. My head is so dizzy and my body is so heavy. I let out a feeble scream as I try to resist, but it's no use. My body is far to weak and I can't put up a fight. I am pinned in place by the weight of your body on top of me. I have no idea who is inside me, but I can't seem to focus on anything but how good it feels. You lean down on top of me and begin grabbing at my breast. You pinch my nipple and I can't help but let out a moan. You chuckle softly between grunts, you know a filthy whore like me likes being used. Your thrusts are so hard and deep that it doesn't take long for me to cum on your cock. You continue to fuck me for what feels like hours. I am so out of it that I have no concept of time. I eventually let myself drown in the pleasure. It doesn't matter who is fucking me, the only thing that matters is how good it feels. After you've lost track of how many times you've made me to cum, you feel yourself get close. Your thrusts become faster and faster. You pull my hips hard against you, forcing your cock as deep into my pussy as possible. With a loud grunt, you let your load out inside me. You pull out and let my hips go, causing me to slump onto the bed. You watch as your seed seeps out of my throughly used pussy. You then put your clothes back on and leave, locking the door behind you. I lay in the wet patch knowing I should feel mortified, but instead I feel euphoric. Having my rapists seed pouring from my violated pussy turns me on all the more. It's not long before the exhaustion and intoxication lull me back into a deep sleep. I sleep well knowing my only purpose is to be a good cocksleeve. It doesn't matter if I'm conscious or not.

[suicideassistance]

Tying your hands behind your back and forcing a gas mask bong around your face. Lighting it and watching as you struggle to breathe— every desperate gasp only intensifying your high, and drenching your slit.

Then I’ll fuck you so hard that you can’t stop hyperventilating— trying so desperately to free yourself from the mask, and coughing your lungs up the harder you fight.

And when your body falls limp beneath me, your little mind entirely braindead— I’ll fuck you til you’re sober.

[idiot-mushroom]

happy 4/20

continuation is here 🎉

[punkitt-is-here]

new fav interaction ive had

[angelnumber27]