Hello,
After I had come back from traveling, this memory mine danced its way back into my erotic shadow and guilty pleasure. I want to write about this while it's still fresh on my mind, even if it was two years ago.
PREFACE: 20M, 13 guys, 3oz of pot, 2 bachelors, 1 mansion.
The other guys at this function were bumping White Girl on the marble counter of this luxurious rental. It had an infinity pool with windows that opened up the entire house. The toilets had a motion sensor to walk up and a bidet to clean your ass. It had a helical staircase that you could look down on when the strippers came later, but still bone up. It was my first experience being with a bunch of Jersey-spending douchebags, but the problem is, i'm a hood-rat myself. I fuckin loved it.
Bitches were going in and out like it was In-N-Out and I was getting to know George Clooney with Casa Amigos. He's got a club down in Scottsdale too. I drank my first ever redbull with tequila, probably after a joint too, and I'll never do it again. I was hungover for 2 days watching tits come out of bras, dicks out pissing because the toilets down the same hall of the bedroom, and most of all cheeks clapping. I walked in hammered to a private room where I initially slept, had a couple passed out on the bed, and I wanted to just bathe the alcohol away. When I sobered up and my BIL had to call a night-in from getting severely fucked up, thats when the strippers came for Bachelor #2. They were all fucked in the face and their pussy abused, but they were there and it was fun. Some girls from the club came over and brought a friend too.
Raquel was the nicest Russian lady I got to exchange lips with. This hunk Luke brought her over from the club with the intentions of absolutely spoiling her for the night with his juicy cock. I've seen him stiffen up when he got a lap dance from one of the strippers. I also heard Karla, who looks like a MILF but apparently goes to ASU, get her cheeks clapped by Luke in our master suite walk-in closet. Anyways, her body is wet and wonderful going back and forth between the pizza, her vape, and the water. She is just your average dolled-up and lip-puffed West Coast girl, but she actually has a chill vibe for being in Arizona. Her tits popped out when she was getting a lap dance too. She also brought a special friend.
I first met Asma in the bed I claimed. After a fight between one of the guys and her, the drama! Mind you this trip has been probably 72 hours. She was taking a nap to recover from the drama. She left because she was so mad, and decided the club was the best place to go. Eventually Raquel tells her to come back, and she is renewed because this time, a handsome Iraqi man shows up too. He is phenomenal, this man has a fade, moustache, and an English accent.
Laith was from London but working in New York City. He spent some time in Arizona exploring it out. He eventually made it to our stay with Asma. I had sobered up but still high from being alive. I got to know him and her amongst the other group that would come and leave, and I wish they stayed forever. My experience with them was a feeling like no other, awakened my bisexuality to a new level. I first met Laith at the hot tub while he was smoking a cigarette, he made a random comment to me which caught my attention. He was poking fun at me while I was shirtless from being in the water. We both shared a cultural history and found some fun in it, I also noticed some heteroflexible/bromance behavior commenting on my my hair and body with amusement. If I remember correctly, we even talked about our dicks being cut or not (guess who is who?!). I just wanted to stay with him, but we are people and we must not obsess so clearly!
Eventually it is the three of us.
Asma, Laith, and I.
We are in the living room and eventually they both get up and head to the theater room. I was welcome to join but was honestly a little under the influence to make an active decision. I wasn't sure if I wanted to entertain, but God I was blessed. So I carried myself away from the group party and walked to the home theater. At first it seemed pretty average, but that was before we played with the set. From one topic to another, it led to us closing the blinds and turning on the starlight headline. I felt like I was in a Rolls Royce with starlight with an Arabian couple, all the way in Arizona! They were clearly horny for each other. One thing led to another and they started making out and I was a breath away from sharing the same spit.
I already had caution before going in, because I typically am not exposed to such living. I was clearly 20 years old and they are both a decade older than me. I felt like the trainee in this elusive situation. I felt like I was in euphoria getting my own taste of her lips. I would stare at him while he kissed her and could picture my skin touching his. She wanted to take his dick out for her to suck, and I would have too at that point. He was hesitant, seemed like he could take some convincing, but it was only one night. He had a plane to catch the next morning, his phone is lost, and it's already 3 AM. He could only take so much.
I didn't kiss him, but the feeling of my fingers on his lips and feeling the whiskers of his mustache was a sensation I could feel right now. The both of us were both from NYC, and I knew that was the last I would hear from him. It was 4AM and time to go with Asma, she offered to take care of him back to the apartment.
On my way back to EWR airport, I got a text from Asma. When she let him use her phone to make some calls and notices before he left, she went through his Instagram account and saw he had a wife. Asma, the most dysfunctional Iranian princess who I had met twice, had all the control since he forgot to log out. The chaoticism was too much for me, and no longer my business.
What happens in Scottsdale, stays in Scottsdale.
After I had come back from traveling, this memory mine danced its way back into my erotic shadow and guilty pleasure. I want to write about this while it's still fresh on my mind, even if it was two years ago.
PREFACE: 20M, 13 guys, 3oz of pot, 2 bachelors, 1 mansion.
The other guys at this function were bumping White Girl on the marble counter of this luxurious rental. It had an infinity pool with windows that opened up the entire house. The toilets had a motion sensor to walk up and a bidet to clean your ass. It had a helical staircase that you could look down on when the strippers came later, but still bone up. It was my first experience being with a bunch of Jersey-spending douchebags, but the problem is, i'm a hood-rat myself. I fuckin loved it.
Bitches were going in and out like it was In-N-Out and I was getting to know George Clooney with Casa Amigos. He's got a club down in Scottsdale too. I drank my first ever redbull with tequila, probably after a joint too, and I'll never do it again. I was hungover for 2 days watching tits come out of bras, dicks out pissing because the toilets down the same hall of the bedroom, and most of all cheeks clapping. I walked in hammered to a private room where I initially slept, had a couple passed out on the bed, and I wanted to just bathe the alcohol away. When I sobered up and my BIL had to call a night-in from getting severely fucked up, thats when the strippers came for Bachelor #2. They were all fucked in the face and their pussy abused, but they were there and it was fun. Some girls from the club came over and brought a friend too.
Raquel was the nicest Russian lady I got to exchange lips with. This hunk Luke brought her over from the club with the intentions of absolutely spoiling her for the night with his juicy cock. I've seen him stiffen up when he got a lap dance from one of the strippers. I also heard Karla, who looks like a MILF but apparently goes to ASU, get her cheeks clapped by Luke in our master suite walk-in closet. Anyways, her body is wet and wonderful going back and forth between the pizza, her vape, and the water. She is just your average dolled-up and lip-puffed West Coast girl, but she actually has a chill vibe for being in Arizona. Her tits popped out when she was getting a lap dance too. She also brought a special friend.
I first met Asma in the bed I claimed. After a fight between one of the guys and her, the drama! Mind you this trip has been probably 72 hours. She was taking a nap to recover from the drama. She left because she was so mad, and decided the club was the best place to go. Eventually Raquel tells her to come back, and she is renewed because this time, a handsome Iraqi man shows up too. He is phenomenal, this man has a fade, moustache, and an English accent.
Laith was from London but working in New York City. He spent some time in Arizona exploring it out. He eventually made it to our stay with Asma. I had sobered up but still high from being alive. I got to know him and her amongst the other group that would come and leave, and I wish they stayed forever. My experience with them was a feeling like no other, awakened my bisexuality to a new level. I first met Laith at the hot tub while he was smoking a cigarette, he made a random comment to me which caught my attention. He was poking fun at me while I was shirtless from being in the water. We both shared a cultural history and found some fun in it, I also noticed some heteroflexible/bromance behavior commenting on my my hair and body with amusement. If I remember correctly, we even talked about our dicks being cut or not (guess who is who?!). I just wanted to stay with him, but we are people and we must not obsess so clearly!
Eventually it is the three of us.
Asma, Laith, and I.
We are in the living room and eventually they both get up and head to the theater room. I was welcome to join but was honestly a little under the influence to make an active decision. I wasn't sure if I wanted to entertain, but God I was blessed. So I carried myself away from the group party and walked to the home theater. At first it seemed pretty average, but that was before we played with the set. From one topic to another, it led to us closing the blinds and turning on the starlight headline. I felt like I was in a Rolls Royce with starlight with an Arabian couple, all the way in Arizona! They were clearly horny for each other. One thing led to another and they started making out and I was a breath away from sharing the same spit.
I already had caution before going in, because I typically am not exposed to such living. I was clearly 20 years old and they are both a decade older than me. I felt like the trainee in this elusive situation. I felt like I was in euphoria getting my own taste of her lips. I would stare at him while he kissed her and could picture my skin touching his. She wanted to take his dick out for her to suck, and I would have too at that point. He was hesitant, seemed like he could take some convincing, but it was only one night. He had a plane to catch the next morning, his phone is lost, and it's already 3 AM. He could only take so much.
I didn't kiss him, but the feeling of my fingers on his lips and feeling the whiskers of his mustache was a sensation I could feel right now. The both of us were both from NYC, and I knew that was the last I would hear from him. It was 4AM and time to go with Asma, she offered to take care of him back to the apartment.
On my way back to EWR airport, I got a text from Asma. When she let him use her phone to make some calls and notices before he left, she went through his Instagram account and saw he had a wife. Asma, the most dysfunctional Iranian princess who I had met twice, had all the control since he forgot to log out. The chaoticism was too much for me, and no longer my business.
What happens in Scottsdale, stays in Scottsdale.
