The beat resonated within my chest as the walls shook with barely-contained energy. The frenzy outside the club's restroom was a stark contrast to the almost eery calm inside the men's room stall. The relative silence was broken when I flicked a lighter open and then closed. Open and then closed. Open and then closed. “You're going to forget some things,” I warned the nervous Elf. She held herself in her arms and leaned back against the locked metal door, her long straight hair obscuring her face. “Forgetting is okay,” I assured my partner. “Forgetting is good.”
	The stall shook as the volume outside suddenly increased. The buzzing in my chest was from more than just the music as I flicked the lighter open and put the Pixie Dust-laced cigarette between my lips. Open and then closed. Open and then closed. Open and then closed. Open, and then sparks, and then fire. The Elf's one eye that I could see through the hair opened wide at the sight of the flame. There was a hunger there, a need. She brought her face closer to the fire as I brought the lighter to the cigarette. It caught and the smell of smoke soon filled the restroom. I inhaled all that I could as the familiar humming in my head set in. This was what it was all about. The Elf girl put her hands on either side of my face and lowered herself onto my lap. Her hands were warm, and her skin shiny with sweat from the dance floor. The pixie dust was already kicking in, and I could feel the beat not just on the walls and floors but inside my body, inside my mind. The source of my happiness slipped from my lips as I slumped back against the toilet's tank, hypnotized by the pounding in my head and the beauty of the creature on top of me. The cigarette appeared in her mouth and she took a long draw from it, savoring the flavor. Something drew my focus to her hair, the straight dark strands seeming to sway in the breeze as her body sat utterly still. Something about the way it moved independently made me want to pull it closer, to bury my face in it and discover its most precious secrets. The Elf laughed as I reached for her hair, uncovering the rest of her perfectly smooth face as I studied the hair. She returned the favor and grabbed at mine, and for some reason it made me laugh too.
		
	The thrumming in my head faded into the background and took all sound with it. The world was silence and the only indication of sound still existing was the vibrating stall walls and our own shaking from laughter. Our lips finally came together but we didn't quit laughing, the cigarette forgotten momentarily. I was struck by the sudden transformation between nervous first-timer and giggling minx. Maybe it was the dust, maybe she was just anxious about having never done anything more illegal than smoking before she was eighteen, maybe it was any number of things, but all that mattered to me at the time was how warm her face was pressed against me and the way her agile tongue chased mine in circles. The haze that settled around us was more than just lingering smoke, it was the haze that settled into our memories and made us forget. Forget the bad, forget the good, forget her name, how we met, all the bullshit that didn't matter because I was finally living in the moment again. Living as it happens, not as it happened.
	Somewhere around the time I started to smell colors we began grinding our hips against each other, making out like a couple of high school kids in a parked car. She tried to tell me that something was poking her, but I couldn't hear sounds anymore and was too busy smelling the blue of the walls. It was like tasting textures for the first time again, except there was an Elf girl sitting in my lap moaning and I couldn't for the life of me remember why. Whoever she was and whatever reason she had for sitting in my lap, her true intentions became crystal clear when she grabbed my hand and shoved it up her dress. She wasn't wearing any underwear and my fingers brushed against a patch of smooth, wet skin that even in my delusional state was instantly familiar. She made her need known, and I helped fulfill it, my index finger sinking to the second knuckle without resistance. She was unbelievably wet. I slipped another finger inside without hesitation and she moaned wildly in response. Her hips bucked, trying to get me to go deeper, my fingers sinking into her until they couldn't go any deeper. She finally couldn't restrain herself any longer and pulled my fingers out of her snatch, sucking on them passionately as her  other hand unzipped my pants and reached inside. The rest of my body may have been cold, but heat met heat as my cock jumped at her touch. She caressed me, teased the underside until I grew in her hand. She grabbed me and pulled it out, exposing it to the cool air inside the bathroom.
	
	The minx teased me even more, repositioning herself so that the underside pushed against her lips. She slid her folds up and down my rigid cock, lubricating it, teasing it, pausing at the tip in anticipation. She did this twice before I took matters into my own hands, grabbing hold of her shoulders and forcing her down. She gasped audibly as the head filled her entrance, followed by the first inch of the shaft. I paused to give her a moment to adjust, but she immediately began lowering herself to the halfway point. Again, there was no resistance. She was wet enough I could push all the way in with one good thrust, but I wanted to watch her do it herself, see the shock on her face turn to pleasure. When she brought her face close for our lips to join again, I saw the way her eyes were cloudy and empty. We were both fully gripped by the dust, just aware enough to realize what we were both doing and to enjoy the act, even if we wouldn't remember it the second it was over.
	I was ready to go before she even slid all the way down. Usually the dust helped dull the sensation like it dulled everything else, but this time it was different. It was unreal, it was fantastic, it was things I didn't even have words for. It wasn't the quick and dirty fucking I was used to, racing to the finish line before the dust made me forget what I was even doing. If we spoke at all during the act, I don't remember it. All I heard was the sound of our own heavy breathing while I tried to match my rhythm to her, but the dust was fucking with my head and it just made the act more awkward when I accidentally pulled all the way out. The Elf thought it was hilarious and shook with laughter until I grabbed her firmly by the ass and lifted us both off the toilet. With her back against the stall wall, I took the lead and repositioned my throbbing organ at the entrance to her supple nethers, teasing her by rubbing the tip along her slit. She welcomed my cock back into her, gasping with pleasure when I drove the full length of my shaft into her moist folds. It was like pressing the head of cock into silk. Like fucking for the first time again, trying to hold out as long as possible. Her response was forceful and loud, clamping down on my cock while I pounded her tight snatch.
	The walls shook and the seas parted with the force of my thrusts. The Elf's arms, wrapped around my back, slid lower and lower until she squeezed my ass, urging me onwards. I picked up the pace and felt her fingernails dig into my skin, leaving scratch marks and holes on the skin. “Oh, fuck!” she screamed in joy. I screamed too, her nails leaving scratch marks all up and down my back and ass. I buried my head in her shoulder, the dust fucking with my head and making the light hurt my eyes. The Elf took this as a good sign and whispered encouragements into my ear. “Oh god, I'm almost there! Just a little faster, keep going!” I did as she told me, pumping as fast as I could, pulling out until I was almost completely free before plunging balls deep. It drove the Elf crazy, and she bit my ear while rocking back and forth against the wall. My ear bled just a little bit and the scratches on my back hurt, but I also felt that familiar tension in my balls, the tingling in my shaft. My thrusts became increasingly urgent and the Elf spasmed on my cock in response, her hole tightening almost to the point of being painful. She squirted hot liquid all over the front of shirt, my entire lower body becoming drenched in her juices. Her post-orgasm shudders proved to be what pushed me over the edge as I felt a tidal wave surge from my sac. I pulled out at the last second, holding the oblivious Elf against the wall as I exploded all over her dress. Thick white cum splattered all over the glitter and stuck to her thighs and pelvis. A second shot arced out and hit her chest, clinging there as we both collapsed backwards onto the toilet. The Pixie Dust cigarette, once forgotten, found it's way back to my lips with a slender pair of fingers holding it. I sucked on it, held the smoke and let the drugs take effects. By the time I closed my eyes I couldn't remember where I was or who had held the cigarette for me. Whatever. It couldn't have been that important.