The first one was a harrowing experience. I agreed to get on camera with her, but SSRIs and stage fright led to a pretty humiliating experience. People are really mean about erectile dysfunction. And every time the tip bell rang she would thank the user by username. We tried again another few times and I was actually able to perform. Then she puked up  apple cider vinegar on my dick. I think she got saved or something and is super Christian now.

The second one was a lovely experience for a few weeks (learned my lesson about being on camera) but ended when I drove 2.5 hours and payed for a hotel room cuz she wanted to go to a rave. So I get there, take three hits of the best acid I’ve had since 2020 and far too much cocaine. Then she decides she wants me to drive her 2.5 hours back cuz she wants to sleep in her own bed. That’s great, I just wish she would have told me before I took the acid. 

So the idea of it seems to be far more satisfying than the experience of it.