prompt: Write a story about a woman's erotic and wild experience at her first music festival.
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chosen.content: At 28, I have a deep love for music festivals and the anonymity they offer. This passion began back in 2012 when I attended my first festival in the UK. Due to their wild nature, drugs and alcohol were abundant, making the experience all the more memorable. To give some background, I was only 18 at the time and extremely nervous, but my friends were going with their boyfriends and invited me to tag along.
  
  Friday night at the festival, we prepared for a night of dancing and excitement at our tent. Keeping cool with my crop top and shorts, I soon found myself quite intoxicated, surprisingly enjoying myself despite my initial nervousness. As daylight faded to darkness, I truly let loose, eventually being given some MDMA from one of my friend's boyfriends. Although I had never tried it before, the good times convinced me to give it a go.
  
  Energized and dancing with my coupled friends, I finally felt the full effect of the MDMA, causing me to lose my friends in the crowd. Totally high and honestly loving it, I encountered a tall, skinny guy who seemed to be sharing my experience. After dancing and chatting about the music, he complimented my appearance. It was then that I realized I was on my own and could essentially do whatever I wanted without anyone finding out.
  
  Aroused by the thought, my pants quickly became soaked, and I knew I was going to sleep with this guy. Taking initiative, I grabbed his hand and led it directly into my pants and onto my soaking wet arousal. The sensation was overwhelming, causing my knees to buckle and the guy to have to catch me. Asking if I was okay, I was upfront about wanting him to sleep with me.
  
  Although he was hesitant about doing it in the crowd, we managed to retreat to his tent. Even there, he was unsure due to his sleeping friend's presence, but my desperation pushed me to undress right outside the tent. Obviously turned on by my insistent behavior, I found him fully erect as I reached out for him. We engaged right there on the grass, with me on all fours as he entered me from behind.
  
  For what seemed like 20 minutes, he thrust into me before we changed positions, allowing him to get on top and go even deeper. The experience was intensified by the MDMA, making each movement feel like an orgasm. However, we both struggled to reach a climax. Once he tired out and pulled out, I knew I needed someone else to satisfy me. Trusting him, I asked him to wake his friend and invite him to join us.
  
  Sure enough, his friend was already awake, quickly stepping out of the tent, fully erect and ready to go. Lasting only five minutes, he happily climaxed and filled me with his release. Despite this, I was still desperate for more, but there was nobody else left in their group.
  
  It was at this point that I'm not so proud of my actions. Walking away from them, I stumbled upon a group of five or six guys sitting in a circle next to their tents, drinking. Sitting in their circle, I simply declared that I needed to have sex. They initially thought I was joking until I accepted one of their offers and headed towards his tent.
  
  As the two of us undressed and did our best to satisfy each other, the situation outside the tent escalated. A line of men from the circle eventually formed, waiting and joking around, while I continued my spontaneous adventure inside. It was only when I finally reached the most intense and satisfying orgasm that I had ever experienced, with the deepest penetration, that I was satisfied enough to put an end to the escapades. I allowed the remaining participants to finish, and then thanked them before leaving, my legs streaked with the evidence of the night's encounters.
  
  After cleaning up in one of the portable toilets, I returned to my tent where my worried friends had been waiting for me. Concealing my experiences, I told them I had simply been dancing and then went back out with them to enjoy the rest of the night.
  
  Since that fateful night, a newfound kink for random encounters was born in me, best fulfilled at music festivals with their ever-changing crowds.
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rejected.content: Write a story about a woman's erotic and wild experience at her first music festival.
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