Chocolate Wonderland

Note to self. Do not walk into a 5 star restaurant 15 minutes after you've ate a shit load of shroom filled chocolates...

The Plex is finally taking our first family trip together. Destination, Vegas baby!
I played it mellow the night before. I was exhausted from the weeks partying and wanted to be fresh and ready for the weekend. I layed across my bed at 10pm fully clothed and passed the hell out. Sometime around 2am or so I woke up to the sounds of music and chaos on the other side of my door. I considered getting up and joining them but decided against it. My bed was calling and I decided to answer it for once. I woke up a t 7am feeling good. It was time to pack.

I threw my supplies into a bag and shot The Kid a quick text. He had sent me one sometime during the night that read, "Where you at fool?"

I responded with, "Lol...soon. Soon."

The Plex occupants were dressed and ready to go so we all piled into our rental, picked up some breakfast burritos, and off to Vegas we went. The drive was ridiculous fun. We looked like a moving rave. Music blasting, arms raising the roof. We never lost our energy. None of us rested. Homeless boyfriend luckily only almost killed us once or twice during the ride. There was laughing and screaming, and a ton of planning for the weekend. We had picked up a few special chocolates that we planned on eating later that night. I tried them a few weeks before. Just a few bites. It was trippy mellow good time fun. Tonight was going to be a riot.

I get another text from The Kid, "Your late."

"Sorry, hit some traffic.Be there soon."

I'm finally starting to get excited about seeing my out of state man. As comfortable as I've been hanging on my own, it feels good to have someone who wants me....and who I want back. I haven't seen The Kid in a month...nothing for us but a lifetime considering that he's the only man I trust and care enough about to sleep with. I'm ok with not having a boyfriend. The no sex thing on the other hand? It's celibate torture.

We get to Vegas lickity split. I love living in such close proximity to sin city. We stop at a store and pick up booze and potato chips than head to our hotel. We are staying at Aria, compliments of Homeless Boyfriends latest connections. The casino is gorgeous. No two rooms are the same. Every pathway is a work of art. We secure two adjoining rooms and head up. Mr. Boston and I will be rooming together for the evening. We walk in and the lights and curtains automatically turn on and open up. Great view of The Cosmopolitan and Vdara. The two queen beds are cushy deliciousness.

Hippie Chick and I were exhausted from the drive. We decide to chill out while the boys head down to the casino and start in on the weekends gambling. The Kid texts me again, "I just woke up. Come over."

I wish. I'm a little tired and snuggle time sounds great.

"Can't. Stuck here...the guys are gambling...Come here lazy butt. Check out the insane Aria rooms." I tell him.

"Ok. We'll call you in a minute."

Yay! I'm gonna see The Kid! I'm exhausted but I know I need to start getting ready. I don't want him to show up while I'm in my traveling clothes with unkempt hair. That's the beauty of dating someone from out of state. They never need to see you looking like shit. I always have time to plan out every outfit, makeup and hair do. I love having the time to fake my perfection.

I jump into the shower and begin to get ready for the evening. I get to a point where my hair is done and I've started in on my makeup when I hear a group of people enter into HC and HB's room. The adjoining doors are open so I walk over to see who's there. It's another member of the ever growing Hispter Crew. I call this guy Snapshot. He's a photographer who runs around taking sweet photos of the party scene in LA. A little taller than me, goatee and a beanie always planted firmly on his head. He has sort of a Dave Navarro look going for him.

The crew is assembled so we decide to pull out the weekend goody bag. Three blocks of party time filled chocolate. I take a bar and cut it into three. I plan on sharing some with Goodtimes and The Kid. We each take our piece and tap them together in a mock cheers.

The deed is done. Let the good times roll.

We head downstairs just in time to see The Kid and Goodtimes rolling up. The Kid is wearing a black long sleeve button down and some dark sunglasses. Man I forget how hot this guy is sometimes. He's not as tall as I usually like my men, but his face and smile more than make up for it. I make a beeline for my boo, and he wraps me into his arms. Nice.

I pull out the rest of my chocolates and hand them to him and Goodtimes. They only take a bit and hand the rest back to me. Whatever, when in Vegas right? I pop another chunk in my mouth and wrap my arm around The Kid. We're all in it together now.

None of us have ate since the breakfast burritos earlier that morning. Homeless Boyfriend is in a panic to find us food before the poisoned chocolate hits our stomach. It takes less time than we had first anticipated. Hippie Chick and I are upstairs looking at a menu when the first wave hits us. We look at each other with wide open eyes.

"Oh, shit. I'm feeling it," I tell her.

"Me to," she answers. The menu on the wall is illuminated and is glowing to brightly for me to look at. The waitress leads us to our table and we all take a seat. "It just hit us," Hippie Chick says leaning into the table so that everyone can hear her.

The second she makes this announcement its like a bomb hits the table. All at once we're all totally tripping balls. The restaurant is a wonderland of colors and activity. Too much activity. We haven't even ordered, yet now we've lost any sense of time or taste. It seems like everyone in the room is staring at us. It's more than paranoia. They actually are. We are an interesting group. None of us really match with the other yet we all undeniably belong together. The word "Hollywood" seems to be floating above all of our heads.

Hippie Chick looks gorgeous in a black romper with a deep v neckline and Purple smokey eyeliner. I'm wearing a tight black dress, ankle boots with my blond and black hair pulled back with feathered earrings. Mr. Boston has on a powder blue button down with a navy vest. He is rocking a pair of matching neon blue sunglasses. Homeless Boyfriend has on a pair of shades as well and Snapshot is wearing a bright red shirt, black skinny jeans, beanie and his glasses. We are a bright colorful beautiful group, that have completely lost their ability to socialize in public.

The Kid sits down next to me and tries to engage me in conversation. I can't do it. My body is buzzing, the room is a kaleidoscope of colors and I can't wipe the stupid grin off my face. This is not the same mellow trip I had before. I've taken way to much on a completely empty stomach. I am so screwed.

"We need to get some food in us now," I say to the group.

"I can't do it,"Snapshot says.

"It's going to be like eating under water," Mr. Boston adds.

We all start to giggle at his statement. Bad call. We are two seconds away from having a complete laughfest meltdown. We somehow manage to pull it together.

Dinner was torture. The waiter won't stop asking us questions. He is by our side every two seconds. Mr. Boston can't stop looking over his shoulder to see if he's coming. The man seems to pop up unexpectedly with the sole purpose of scaring the shit out of us.

"Let's just act like we have a gig later and that we need to leave as soon as possible," Hippie Chick says to me.

"Ok, good plan," I reply. The waiter comes over for the millionth time and I look at him and ask for the check. I pause for a moment about to tell him about our gig later on when I realize I don't have a back story to support the lie. I stare at him for a moment, mouth open and completely blank.

"Yeah, um, just the bill thanks," I repeat after a few.

"Ofcourse," he replies politely. I'm sure he's used to this. Wild rockstars coming in causing a ruckus and staring at him with incoherent dilated eyeballs...

The dinner lasted forever. Part of me still thinks that I'm sitting at that table even now. He brings the check and Mr. Boston holds out his hand, "I got this, " he says in a deep self important voice.

We all giggle quietly as he grabs the bill and pulls out his card. We're way to out of it to divide it up. Better to have Mr Boston look like the baller and take care of it for us until we get back to reality.

Finally free we jump up and head straight towards the elevators to our rooms.

"Let's just chill for a few hours and reconvene at midnight yes?" Homeless Boyfriend says.

"Sounds like a plan Stan," I say back.

The walk to the room was awesome. I think the designers of Aria had moments like these in mind when they created this beautiful casino. All I want to do is sit on the carpet and stare at the basket weaved walls or the crystal pipes coming out of the ceilings. Luckily The Kid is having a lighter trip and drags me along after the group and back up to our rooms.

HC and HB go straight to their room and shut the connecting door. Mr Boston, Snapshot, The Kid and I head into my room and plant ourselves down on the beds.

We stayed in for the next 2 hours. Snapshot sat in the corner drawing the bulk of the time. Every now and than he would stand up looking for a map of the Casino. "I want to go down to the pool," he says. He picks up the phone to call the front desk but gets distracted while on hold and heads back to his corner to draw.

Mr. Boston is bouncing around the room. We had purchased a purple ball at the store earlier and he was throwing it around. "Is anyone else hot?" he asks us as he strips off his vest.

"Nope, just you Boston," I answer smiling. I'm sitting on the bed next to The Kid. He is layed out on his back and I'm sitting up next to him using his leg as a back rest. His arm is around my waist. I'd give anything to turn over and kiss him. Snapshot seems to sense my longing.

"Um, do you guys want to be alone?" he asks sounding genuinely concerned.

Ofcourse I do fool. I haven't seen my Boo in a month and I'm dying for some snuggle time. And by snuggle I mean hot sweaty sex.

"No," I say instead, laughing. "We're fine."

The Kid just laughs. Mr Boston is now rolling across the bed. Once he hits the edge he yells out, "I'm melting!" and than proceeds to promptly slides down to the floor.

I start to laugh uncontrollably. I'm so glad we are back in the privacy of our own room. We can now be as silly and tripped out as we want to be.

"I want to draw too!" Mr Boston says.

I get up and search around the room for another pen. After I hand one over I head to the window. One full wall is open to the city. The view is breath taking. I press my forehead against the cool glass and let my distorted vision take it all in.

Snapshot stands up to take a photo of me. I turn around to try to pose but I can't do it. Everything is just so funny to me at the moment. He attempts to take two shots, both without my face in them. He finally gives up and heads back to the phone to see if he can find the pool again.

After a few hours of giggly chaos I begin to feel a little lull in my trip.

"I'm feeling slightly normal," Mr Boston says mirroring my feelings.

"Me to," I tell him," Quick! putting on your shoes! Lets get out of here while we still can."

We all jump up and start to get ready like the place is on fire. We know that the effects of the chocolate are far from over, and we want to get downstairs before they pull us back down into wonderland.

We head back into the casino to look for Goodtimes and the rest of The Kids crew. After a few phone calls we finally spot them coming around the casino.

The guys want to pick up some more booze so we walk into a huge CVS on the corner. We are a boisterous group running about 10 deep. The guys all walk to the cooler and grab 40 oz bottles of Corona.

"You want one Carrie?" Mr. Boston asks.

"Yeah right, do I look like a beer swigger?" I respond.

"No," He answers laughing."I honestly can't think of anything that would look stranger than you chugging down a huge bottle of Corona."

The boys go to pay and I stand off to the side taking in the scene. Man people in Vegas are ugly looking. I mean this might be the chocolates talking but there be some scary looking people in the room.

I pull out my camera and snap a few photos. The boys finish paying and I snap an awesome shot of them toasting their giant Corona bottles in the store. Only in Vegas man.

We wander back onto the strip and head into the MGM casino. I honestly can't remember how we filled the next few hours. My high begins to dwindle and I find myself at a roulette table watching Mr Boston gamble. I look over to the right and see Hippie Chick and Homeless Boyfriend walking up. HC has changed into a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. Her face has been washed of her bedazzled makeup and she's wearing a pair of glassless black rimmed specs.

"Rough trip?" I ask her.

"Uh, yeah,"she replies. "I can't believe we left the room right now."

I laugh and turn back to look at The Kid. He asks me a question about our ride up to Vegas. I start to answer him when he reaches up to grab my face and pulls me in for a kiss.


Man I love this moment! We have it everytime we meet up. We spend hours in each others presence with little more than a few hugs and hand holding. Than wham! Makeout city. Always feels like the first time. You have no idea how it feels to constantly have a first kiss with the same person. Our chemistry is always set on repeat and it rocks. We spend a few moments lost in the kiss. We are still tripping a bit so the effects of the kiss are amplified. My body instantly warms up so I pull myself away before I throw the man down on the floor and strip him down in public.

We decide to leave MGM and head to another casino. I have no idea where so please don't ask. I know we are sitting at a electronic roulette table. The Kid and I are sharing a seat and I decide to turn around to give him another quick smooch. Well, a little turns into a lot and we are both lost in eachothers embrace for a solid 5 minutes. That's when I feel someone tap me on my shoulder.

I break away to see the roulette table dealer glaring at us.

"You can't do that here,"He scolds me.

I just look at him with a blank face.

He tries again. "You can do that anywhere else but this spot is for gambling. You two are going to need to go."

I continue looking at him like I don't speak any English until he finally gives up and walks away.

Leave it to me to get kicked out of a casino for macking down my man. I swear the universe is against me getting any action.

"What did he just tell you?" Hippie Chick asks me.

"He said we can't make out here." I tell her.

"Did he say you guys have to leave?" she asks.

"Hell if I know. I'm trippin right now. All I saw was hand gestures and nostril hair. I'm not going anywhere." I say,and we both laugh.

I turn around to check on The Kid. His eyes are wide open and he is covering his mouth with his hand.

"You ok?" I ask him grinning.

"I feel like I just got scolded by my high school teacher." He says through his hand.

I laugh and give him a shake. Poor guy. He has never been much of a PDA kind of guy. This is probably his worse nightmare. Amplified by the drugs and alcohol.

I'm pissed. Damn jealous looser dealer ruining my snosh time with my man. Grrrr. It's so time to go. We get up and head back out to the strip.

The rest of the night is a bit of a blur. We loose The Kids group again and he walks off with me and my crew. At some point we end up at New York New York. There's a little makeshift night club going on in one of the 'Deli's' in the casino. We all peer through the bars and see a DJ, strobe lights and bar. Mr Boston and I look at each other thinking the same thing. It's time to get our jiggy on!

We leave The Kid, HC and HB on the outside of the bars and walk around to the front entrance. The door guy checks our ID's and wraps a yellow 21 and over wrist band on us. We head inside and plant ourselves in front of the DJ near the bars where our friends are standing.

We start to groove to the music and let me tell ya, Mr Boston can dance!! I don't know if it's because the music is just really good or if it's the toxins running through our veins but we look like the best dancers in the world!!!!!!

We are scooping and sliding and bumping and grinding. I'm loving it! It's been a while since I've danced with a partner that can groove as well as I can. This is the first time in a long while I've been able to jam with a partner without having to worry about any groping or boring conversations. This is just about putting on a show and enjoying the act of dancing.

The music switches and we both look at each other with a sour face. The moods been lost so we walk back out and head towards our smiling friends.

"You guys were the shit," Hippie Chick says.

We smile and head out of the casino together. We start our journey back to Aria. Mr. Boston grabs my arm and pulls me back towards him, out of ear shot of our friends.

"So whats the plan? I'm sure you want some alone time with your guy right?" he asks me.

Damn right skippy.

"Yeah, um, why don't you just hang in the casino for a bit. I'll text you as soon as the coast is clear?" I tell him.

"Deal." He says.

"Damn, your the best roomie ever!" I tell him, giving him a high five.

We walk back into our casino and head towards the elevators.

"I'll catch up with you guys later, I'm gonna go gamble for a bit." Mr Boston announces walking towards the tables.

HC and HB wave at him looking confused. I say goodbye, keeping my face perfectly blank. I'd rather The Kid not know about my agreement with Mr Boston. I mean I don't want the guy to think I'm a floosy right?

We head up to the room and say goodnight to HC and HB. The Kid and I head into my room and while he's in the restroom I shut the adjoining door to HC's room. I turn on some music and take off my shoes, earrings and rings. He comes back in and lays on the bed. I lay next to him and we begin to chit chat about our crazy night out.

I tire pretty quickly of this and decide to get this party started. I roll over, covering half of him with my body and pull his face into a kiss. I feel is body respond to my touch and he pulls me in tighter. He reaches down and slips his hand up my dress and grabs my ass. Now we're talking.

We go from PG to R pretty quickly. I reach down and expertly unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants using my toes. A trick a learned in my youth. I pull up my dress and....well, just insert the word rodeo and worked into the appropriate slots.

Sex has always been...good, with The Kid. Not out of this world or mind blowing. Just consistently good. A girl like me needs more though. My last two partners described my love making with the same word. Passionate. I like squeezing and pulling. I want a guy to tell me what he wants. I ask often. I want to be looked at and slammed against a wall. I want to be bent over with a handful of my hair in a guys hand. I scratch, I bruise, I bite and purrrr. Love me, want me, squeeze me, hurt me, make me want to scream and cry out and sweat and breath all of you into me.

The Kid isn't really that guy. He's sweet and considerate. He always makes sure that I get mine but he's gentle and habitual when it comes to his love making. There's a moment where I decide to snap him out of his gentleness. I was on top of him and getting a little frustrated with the simpleness of it all. I decide to shock him out of his boringness. I sit straight up and start to move my body working him in a way that I know will blow his mind. I look down at him placing my fingers into his mouth and scorching him with my glare. He responds immediately. I can feel his body shudder under me. Hmmmm. Maybe there's hope for this guy yet...

Finally done with our much wanted and needed sweat fest, I roll over and grab my phone. Poor Mr. Boston has been sexiled from the room for 40 minutes or so. It's now 5am and time for all little good boys and girls to go to bed.

I shoot him a text, "Done and done."

"Wow, you just stopped me from going on an excursion that wouldn've of fucked me." He text back. He tells me later that when I text he was in line waiting for a taxi. "To go where?" I asked him. "Hell if I know," he tells me shrugging.

"Come home Boston, we still have one more night here." I text back.

I lay back down next to The Kid. He curls up next to me placing his head near mine. I turn over and kiss him on his head. Man I like this guy. I know one day all of this will have to end, but for now, he's still mine.

I close my eyes and begin to fall into dreamland. I hear Mr. Boston walk in, but I'm way to tired out to respond.

The Kid's phone rings a few hours later waking us up. It's Goodtimes telling him it's time to check out of thier hotel. I roll over and wrap myself around The Kids body. He pulls me into an embrace and we spend the next fifteen minutes locked in eachothers arms. We definitely didn't have enough time with each other. These quick trips are such a tease. I finally need to let him go, so I wrap a blanket around myself as he gets dressed. I walk him to the door and out into the hall. He grabs me around my waist and pulls me in for another kiss.

"You should stay another night," I tell him, whipping out my best pouty face.

"I wish. We all have to work tomorrow though. You'll be coming out my way soon though won't you?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'll figure something out soon." I tell him.

He turns to leave than stops and instead pulls me into another long kiss. We give eachother a final squeeze and he walks away. I head back into my room and lay back down in my bed. I can still smell The Kids cologne on my pillow. I pull it towards me and drift off to sleep for a few more hours surrounded by his scent.

See you later Kid. As always you'll be missed.

WCC