Mick Jagger Sex Stories & Beyond

Mick and Catherine Jones

"Eric Clapton was throwing a big party for the drummer, Jim Gordon. It was his birthday, and everybody was coming, including George Harrison and Pattie. I was glad when Mick Jagger arrived. He'd been to visit Eric before, and even though we'd never really interacted, we knew about each other. He knew there was a girl at Eric's that he liked. That night somebody spiked the punch with mescaline, and before we knew it, we were all lost in ecstasy. It was getting late so I thought I'd better call Damian at Denny's to say good night. I went into the study and could still hear the music. I was talking to Denny on the phone, when somebody walked into the study. I heard the door close, and he walked right up close to me. The mescaline was coming on, and I looked over and saw houndstooth trousers. The black and white fabric was undulating with psychedelia, and when I looked up, Mick was standing there. He knew exactly where I was; he had found me in that little room. The vibe was so intense. I told Denny I had to hang up and he said, 'Why?' I said, 'I just have to get off the phone,' and he said, 'No, I don't want you to hang up.' I said, 'I have to go now ... good-bye!' Music was filling the whole house, and when I hung up the phone, Mick just picked me up, pressed me against the wall, and started kissing me passionately.
Mick was unbelievably gorgeous, and I was instantly smitten. He kissed me hard as we slid down the wall, then we were on the floor, passionately making out. We went outside and walked around Eric's garden and found a little path that led to a trellis with a seat just big enough for the two of us, and we kissed for ages. We must have been gone a long time because when we got back to the house, a lot of people had left or gone to sleep. We went up to my room and made out until the sun came up."