came across this on www.dosenation.com
A lovely young mediator paid a visit to the Goodbye Newsprings the other night and left us a gift: four small capsules of Starfish, the newest cocktail by Alexei and Valena of Cockaygne.
It was a lovely, fresh feeling night with a salty wind coming in from the harbor. The "Sprout Council" seemed to have called their nightly tactical actions off early, leaving the streets of Twin Cables uncharacteristically quiet. Plus, we'd just heard some news and any excuse to celebrate is a good one around here.
We all paused to savor the way the capsules seemed to glisten under the refracting light of the prismatic, crystalline lid of the pill receptacle Bunny had left by my bedside. A happy tingle of remembrance between my thighs reminded me of the fun to be had when I returned the empty container to him and these thoughts may have set the tone for the rest of the evening for me.
I took the lid off, letting each of the other members of the modpod select a Starfish capsule before taking one myself. There was a faint grape flavor to the gelatin coating _ a vegetable glycerin, one assumes, based on reports of past A&VofC products.
We'd all had a good meal and a nap at the beginning of the day then mostly abstained from eating. We dosed at Full Dark, but the come on seemed slow and gradual. We supplemented by smoking a quantity of Rosebud, a pleasingly floral-tasting blend of gurgeweed that has recently arrived in Port Outreach. We put on the new double release, The Broken Gaff: The Ambient Tracks, which seemed like perfect music for the preliminaries _ well, all of us agreed except Baldy, who can't stand Gurgerock. We promised him he could put on some of his favorites later when we were fully on.
I started feeling the effects of Starfish first _ Mo was using na's workstation, and I watched na's face morph through a series of expressions with no seeming transition between them _ it was as if one photo faded out into another, a subtle and strange effect. Mo later insisted, "That's what my face always does if you really watch." Granted, na was on Starfish when na said that, too.
The music really seemed to guide the mood _ I noticed that various audio samples in it would subtly coincide with features of our conversation. Although visuals were slower to come for the others, all of us were feeling mellow, happy, and social. We sat around our workstations with the screens down talking for some time, occasionally reaching around to share touch. Skin felt pleasant to the touch but I felt a moderate but manageable amount of nervous energy that kept me from wanting to sit too still. Eventually, in fact, I got up, shed the light sarong I had been wearing, and began to dance slowly to the music. Selvari soon joined me.
Baldy was enjoying the tracers created by his own hand moving in the air, and regaling us with stories of psychedelic and entheogenic experiences past. Then he announced that it was time to hot tub, and though the winds were a bit high, we all agreed. Once properly immersed in the hot water, I was glad to be there. I let the others have the best jets and just floated, touching and looking. Mo and I spent a long time watching the yard together, which looked like a painting rather than the real thing.
The sky was exquisite as well. The clouds seemed to throb with different textures and colors, and the high winds meant they moved rapidly through the sky, revealing glimpses of Little Brother and, from time to time, a discernible constellation such as the Monkey and the Wheel. Baldy got excited when he realized he could see lines between the stars just like in a printed sky map.
I declared it was time to go inside. The music station had finished playing the new Gaff album and automatically moved on to other similar sounding tracks. As we listened and continued our conversations, it became clear that Baldy was agitated. Upon repeated inquiry from Mo, we found out he actually hadn't changed the music as we'd encouraged him to do, and so our tunes were really getting to him.
"Why didn't you ask to change the music?" I asked.
"It's hard sometimes," replied Baldy, with intense sounding remorse in his voice. "It feels like I'm insulting your musical tastes."
Emotions can be heightened on Starfish as on many of the phenethylamine-based substances, so we all shared a warm hug to heighten the mood.
Baldy sat down at the music station to pick out a few of his favorites. It wasn't even a Mouse moon, but the music station took that exact moment to malfunction and refuse to play anything. We spent a while tinkering with it, but all of us were too altered to figure it out.
Instead we raided cold storage for snacks. One of the great things about Starfish, in keeping with most of the recent blends, is that you can actually eat while on it, enjoy the taste and flavors of the food, and remain altered. The food does not seem to have an overly grounding effect in moderate quantities (though a heavy meal will still tend to drag you down). Even Mo, who is not as devoted to the gustatory arts as the rest of us, seemed to take an uncharacteristic pleasure in the flavor of the simple foods we ate _ cheese, raw vegetables with a flavorful dip, and grapes. Baldy declared the grapes to be the best he'd ever had, and spent the rest of the evening eating grape candies, drinking grape juice, and finally, grape wine.
After the feasting we spent another unfruitful period attempting to reboot the music station. At this point, I was feeling a little agitated at the technological fiddlings. Sensing my dismay and reacting sweetly, if inappropriately, Baldy retrieved his guitar from its place on the wall and began loudly serenading us.
I absolutely adore Baris' music, but in that moment his playing sounded incredibly loud to my ears. I glanced at Selvari and could tell he felt the same. I grabbed his hand. "We're going to the big bedroom," I announced.
Selvari and I were soon hidden away under the covers, exploring what it felt like to touch each other in the wonderfully quiet room. The intensity was rising, I could feel my connection to him like an almost physical thing. He was just leaning over to kiss me when the other two appeared in the room, singing loudly to a Tellurian tune (something about a woman wearing jewels in sky?) which they had just downloaded.
Though I still felt wet as the Gurge and ready to go, the others seemed fully distracted from the reason I'd hoped to drag them there. Even declaring that I wanted to be touched seemed only to momentarily distract them _ next thing I knew, Selvari and Baldy were having a loud argument over the latest sexfilms they'd downloaded off the Mesh, and whether the visual erotica of the 420's was more appealing than it is today. Around this time, Mo declared the need to write and vanished for most of the remainder of the evening, though na rejoined us hours later for cuddling and sleep.
I was literally squirming in the sheets, reveling in their soft texture and the feel of my own skin against itself, but wishing very much that someone would touch me. "Why are you arguing about sexfilms when you've got me right here?" I said finally.
Baldy was crouched over me a moment later. I felt his hands on my wrists, pulling them off my own body and pinning them over my head. "You won't hold still long enough for us to take you," he said in my ear.
"That sounds like a challenge," replied Selvari.
They took turns holding me down while the other plunged himself deep into my cup. I kept squirming, and I made a lot of noise, but it didn't seem to discourage any of us one little bit. When Selvari finished inside me, I felt too overwhelmed and spent for any more stimulation, so I sucked on Baris until we all collapsed in a pile of happy cuddly flesh. Sensations seemed much stronger than usual, especially texture and moisture, and Selvari reported that his orgasm felt especially intense.
Sleep came easily to all of us as the sun rose.
We were all fairly tired the next day, but it's hard to tell if this was a result of the substance or the circumstance _ especially since Selvari and I had to get up before we were fully rested to deal with an out of control flamewar on another site. There were few side effects other than that, and some caffeine and gurgeweed had us all perked up by evening.
In conclusion, the whole modpod enjoyed the experience and would definitely try Starfish again.
Oh, what were we celebrating? Well, Continuous Labs just announced an open beta of a new feature for its M2I project. Because they've been pleased with our work here, we're helping out as moderators on that project as well. Maybe we'll see you there!
Tajna
A lovely young mediator paid a visit to the Goodbye Newsprings the other night and left us a gift: four small capsules of Starfish, the newest cocktail by Alexei and Valena of Cockaygne.
It was a lovely, fresh feeling night with a salty wind coming in from the harbor. The "Sprout Council" seemed to have called their nightly tactical actions off early, leaving the streets of Twin Cables uncharacteristically quiet. Plus, we'd just heard some news and any excuse to celebrate is a good one around here.
We all paused to savor the way the capsules seemed to glisten under the refracting light of the prismatic, crystalline lid of the pill receptacle Bunny had left by my bedside. A happy tingle of remembrance between my thighs reminded me of the fun to be had when I returned the empty container to him and these thoughts may have set the tone for the rest of the evening for me.
I took the lid off, letting each of the other members of the modpod select a Starfish capsule before taking one myself. There was a faint grape flavor to the gelatin coating _ a vegetable glycerin, one assumes, based on reports of past A&VofC products.
We'd all had a good meal and a nap at the beginning of the day then mostly abstained from eating. We dosed at Full Dark, but the come on seemed slow and gradual. We supplemented by smoking a quantity of Rosebud, a pleasingly floral-tasting blend of gurgeweed that has recently arrived in Port Outreach. We put on the new double release, The Broken Gaff: The Ambient Tracks, which seemed like perfect music for the preliminaries _ well, all of us agreed except Baldy, who can't stand Gurgerock. We promised him he could put on some of his favorites later when we were fully on.
I started feeling the effects of Starfish first _ Mo was using na's workstation, and I watched na's face morph through a series of expressions with no seeming transition between them _ it was as if one photo faded out into another, a subtle and strange effect. Mo later insisted, "That's what my face always does if you really watch." Granted, na was on Starfish when na said that, too.
The music really seemed to guide the mood _ I noticed that various audio samples in it would subtly coincide with features of our conversation. Although visuals were slower to come for the others, all of us were feeling mellow, happy, and social. We sat around our workstations with the screens down talking for some time, occasionally reaching around to share touch. Skin felt pleasant to the touch but I felt a moderate but manageable amount of nervous energy that kept me from wanting to sit too still. Eventually, in fact, I got up, shed the light sarong I had been wearing, and began to dance slowly to the music. Selvari soon joined me.
Baldy was enjoying the tracers created by his own hand moving in the air, and regaling us with stories of psychedelic and entheogenic experiences past. Then he announced that it was time to hot tub, and though the winds were a bit high, we all agreed. Once properly immersed in the hot water, I was glad to be there. I let the others have the best jets and just floated, touching and looking. Mo and I spent a long time watching the yard together, which looked like a painting rather than the real thing.
The sky was exquisite as well. The clouds seemed to throb with different textures and colors, and the high winds meant they moved rapidly through the sky, revealing glimpses of Little Brother and, from time to time, a discernible constellation such as the Monkey and the Wheel. Baldy got excited when he realized he could see lines between the stars just like in a printed sky map.
I declared it was time to go inside. The music station had finished playing the new Gaff album and automatically moved on to other similar sounding tracks. As we listened and continued our conversations, it became clear that Baldy was agitated. Upon repeated inquiry from Mo, we found out he actually hadn't changed the music as we'd encouraged him to do, and so our tunes were really getting to him.
"Why didn't you ask to change the music?" I asked.
"It's hard sometimes," replied Baldy, with intense sounding remorse in his voice. "It feels like I'm insulting your musical tastes."
Emotions can be heightened on Starfish as on many of the phenethylamine-based substances, so we all shared a warm hug to heighten the mood.
Baldy sat down at the music station to pick out a few of his favorites. It wasn't even a Mouse moon, but the music station took that exact moment to malfunction and refuse to play anything. We spent a while tinkering with it, but all of us were too altered to figure it out.
Instead we raided cold storage for snacks. One of the great things about Starfish, in keeping with most of the recent blends, is that you can actually eat while on it, enjoy the taste and flavors of the food, and remain altered. The food does not seem to have an overly grounding effect in moderate quantities (though a heavy meal will still tend to drag you down). Even Mo, who is not as devoted to the gustatory arts as the rest of us, seemed to take an uncharacteristic pleasure in the flavor of the simple foods we ate _ cheese, raw vegetables with a flavorful dip, and grapes. Baldy declared the grapes to be the best he'd ever had, and spent the rest of the evening eating grape candies, drinking grape juice, and finally, grape wine.
After the feasting we spent another unfruitful period attempting to reboot the music station. At this point, I was feeling a little agitated at the technological fiddlings. Sensing my dismay and reacting sweetly, if inappropriately, Baldy retrieved his guitar from its place on the wall and began loudly serenading us.
I absolutely adore Baris' music, but in that moment his playing sounded incredibly loud to my ears. I glanced at Selvari and could tell he felt the same. I grabbed his hand. "We're going to the big bedroom," I announced.
Selvari and I were soon hidden away under the covers, exploring what it felt like to touch each other in the wonderfully quiet room. The intensity was rising, I could feel my connection to him like an almost physical thing. He was just leaning over to kiss me when the other two appeared in the room, singing loudly to a Tellurian tune (something about a woman wearing jewels in sky?) which they had just downloaded.
Though I still felt wet as the Gurge and ready to go, the others seemed fully distracted from the reason I'd hoped to drag them there. Even declaring that I wanted to be touched seemed only to momentarily distract them _ next thing I knew, Selvari and Baldy were having a loud argument over the latest sexfilms they'd downloaded off the Mesh, and whether the visual erotica of the 420's was more appealing than it is today. Around this time, Mo declared the need to write and vanished for most of the remainder of the evening, though na rejoined us hours later for cuddling and sleep.
I was literally squirming in the sheets, reveling in their soft texture and the feel of my own skin against itself, but wishing very much that someone would touch me. "Why are you arguing about sexfilms when you've got me right here?" I said finally.
Baldy was crouched over me a moment later. I felt his hands on my wrists, pulling them off my own body and pinning them over my head. "You won't hold still long enough for us to take you," he said in my ear.
"That sounds like a challenge," replied Selvari.
They took turns holding me down while the other plunged himself deep into my cup. I kept squirming, and I made a lot of noise, but it didn't seem to discourage any of us one little bit. When Selvari finished inside me, I felt too overwhelmed and spent for any more stimulation, so I sucked on Baris until we all collapsed in a pile of happy cuddly flesh. Sensations seemed much stronger than usual, especially texture and moisture, and Selvari reported that his orgasm felt especially intense.
Sleep came easily to all of us as the sun rose.
We were all fairly tired the next day, but it's hard to tell if this was a result of the substance or the circumstance _ especially since Selvari and I had to get up before we were fully rested to deal with an out of control flamewar on another site. There were few side effects other than that, and some caffeine and gurgeweed had us all perked up by evening.
In conclusion, the whole modpod enjoyed the experience and would definitely try Starfish again.
Oh, what were we celebrating? Well, Continuous Labs just announced an open beta of a new feature for its M2I project. Because they've been pleased with our work here, we're helping out as moderators on that project as well. Maybe we'll see you there!
Tajna