Sex, Weed, and Booze

Drunk and high sex are both fun in their own way

I was 12 years old the first time I got drunk.

I went to a sleepover at a friend’s house and brought along two bottles of wine I stole from my parents. I even packed a corkscrew. I wasn’t fucking around.

By the end of the night, me and five other tween girls were boozed up like moms at a book club meeting.

Drinking became a regular weekend activity for me. So, when I started having sex, a lot of it was under the influence of alcohol.

My parents didn’t have a wine cellar or anything like that, but they loved buying things in bulk. My mom treats Costco like church. They were the same with booze. There was so much wine in the house that a few bottles could go missing every once in a while and no one would notice. So, I’d swipe one or two whenever I wanted to get my boyfriend drunk.

I had a lot of drunk sex as a teenager, but mostly by coincidence. I didn’t do shot after shot to steel my nerves before a date. But I got drunk at parties and I got drunk whenever I hung out with my friends in the evening. That also happens to be where I’d do most of my fucking.

I would have probably had just as much sex without the booze. But downing sickly sweet bottles of Rev and Sour Puss, along with the watery beers that got passed around freely to the girls, helped me get over some of my awkwardness and my self-awareness.

Oh, I was still totally self-conscious, of course. But being drunk meant I also kind of didn’t give a fuck. I could enjoy myself a bit more that way.

Sobering Up

When I was just about to turn 18, I met and started going out with my future husband. I occasionally had sex without being drunk or high before, but being with him was the first time sober sex was the norm, not the exception.

I’d still get drunk at parties, but for five or six days of the week (plus the afternoons before we’d go out partying), we’d have sober sex.

Having so much sex without alcohol in my system made me realize just how different drunk sex was. Liquor definitely still made me forget a lot of my hang-ups.

I responded to his touch readily instead of playing coy. I undressed earlier and exposed myself to him more. And even though I sometimes slurred my words, I was better at asking for what I wanted.

The sex was sometimes a bit dirtier, too, which I very much appreciated.

He didn’t really care for the parties we attended all that much, but he didn’t mind being dragged to them. He said it’s because he liked spending time with me. I think he just looked forward to how horny I got at the end of those nights.

I didn’t stay 18 forever, so the parties eventually came to an end. We moved to attend university and became off-campus homebodies. Then we had kids and stopped going out after 6pm.

I drank a lot less. And when I did, it didn’t always lead to wild sex. In fact, it rarely led to sex at all. Without the party atmosphere to energize me, having a few glasses of wine or a couple of coolers usually made me tired instead of horny.

So, we settled into a life of almost exclusively sober sex. And it stayed that was for most of our relationship. But then a couple of years ago, I was prescribed medical cannabis to help with insomnia and chronic headaches, and that changed everything.

Vaping in the Marital Bed

I’m not always high. I don’t wake and bake, and I spend at least half the day pot-free.

But by the evening, I sit in bed and load some buds into my vape so I can kill the headache I invariably have and get some proper sleep. If I’m smart enough and plan ahead, I’ll have an edible instead.

I’m not a daytime sex kind of person - too many kids in the house and it’s way too bright for this self-conscious lady. So anytime I sleep with my husband now, I’ve already filled my system with cannabis.

I’m basically an accidental cannasexual.

And I can’t recommend it enough.

Alcohol helped me get over the part of my brain that second-guesses everything. But cannabis heightens my senses and makes sexual contact that much more pleasurable.

And the orgasms… Those orgasms are something else.

I have no complaints at all about sober orgasms. I’m a big, big fan of them. But when I’m high the orgasms are stronger, more intense, and often last longer.

Weed basically cranks my orgasms to 11.

Even if I suddenly could sleep like a baby and had pain-free evenings, I think I’d still regularly get high as part of my foreplay.

Drunk Sex vs. High Sex

High sex is my default now. But every once in a while, I’ll get the urge to drink.

Sometimes you just want to feel like you’re 12 again, you know?

So, I’ll set aside the cannabis and have a few drinks with Mr. Austin.

Those normally lead to some adult fun afterward. Booze still makes me sleepy, but now I know that I just have to get the show on the road before my eyelids get heavy.

Drunk sex doesn’t give me stronger orgasms. It doesn’t heighten the sensations of being touched, tongued, and fucked. But it does make me uninhibited.

I’m really comfortable with my husband. So, it’s easy for me to forget just how much of a role worries and anxieties still play in my sex life. I don’t really notice just how hard it is for me to open up and feel less self-conscious even when we’re at our most intimate.

It’s not because of him - it’s just my messed up brain and my weird upbringing.

Drunk sex helps me get out of my head. It helps me ignore the negative self-talk that’s on a constant whisper in my mind. It helps me worry less.

It helps me just kind of let loose and have fun.

And I love doing that once in a while, even if the orgasms stay at a 10.

Enhancing Your Sex Life

I would love to combine them both. I can only imagine how much fun I’d have if I could blend the uninhibited wildness of drunken sex with the heightened pleasure of high sex.

But I’ll never find out because I’m one of those unfortunate souls who can’t combine the two.

By experimenting with them several times as a teenager, I discovered that all I get from mixing weed and booze is nausea and vomiting.

Definitely not sexy.

So, I alternate. I’ll keep having sex while high on most days, and once in a while I’ll get drunk instead.

And yeah, there’s part of me that feels weird admitting that I almost never have sex sober. I know that sounds like some shameful level of degeneracy. But I’ve made peace with it.

We do all sorts of things to make sex better.

We use toys to help us go beyond what our bodies can do.

We sext each other all day to build anticipation.

If we’re bold, we’ll even invite someone to watch or join us so that we can spice things up.

And that’s fine, because there’s no need to be puritanical about sex. Sex isn’t pure; it’s fun. And the more things you can do to make it fun, the better.

If you liked this article, you should totally check out the Bad, Dirty, No Good Kinks (DDlg, Glass Fetish, and Risky Business) episode of my dirty and intimate sex podcast, Pillow Talk With Emma Austin!