Two-on-one i.e. menage a trois ala Pattaya
Western men fantasize about having two women at once. Hell, most men do. The aspirations; girlfriends, mother-daughter, sisters, twins, fat girl/skinny girl, lesbians, dildos runs beyond the scope of most imaginations, however men rarely are able to accomplish this goal for most women are prudes.
Having sex with a man already tests their limits, let alone messing around with a member of the same sex to satisfy a man’s warped perversions. Of course escort services in the West could help you attain this Nirvana, but the hour-long session between two hardened pros would cost your car payments for a few months. And let’s face it only losers walk.
You’re out at night and go into a go-go. A beautiful girl sits on your lap. Her skin has the texture of a shaved peach. The two Viagra you ate to counteract the 15 beers you drank kick in and the blood flees your brain for its lower auxiliary station. Its activation is signaled by the tent pole rising under your trousers. Your little exotic dancer knows what’s in store and decides to tempt you with a long-suppressed desire.
“You want go with two ladies?”
Want?
“Damn straight I want.”
Normally the girl will pick out a friend. Sometimes a girl who hasn’t been barfined in months. Sometimes a lover. You don’t care, because your skull is pounding with libido soup and you can do this again if it doesn’t work out between these two.
Your hotel is too far and you head to the nearest short-time room. It’s cheap, but has mirrors on the walls and ceiling. The lighting is dim red. The perfect setting. The girts and you shower in a state of complete nakedness. They laugh as they hang a towel on your member. You think it’s funny too, but swear to wipe the smile off their faces.
Then it’s show time.
You’ve seen a thousand porno movies enacting this moment and now you get a chance to play movie director. The girls initiate the action since better for them to play with each other than a sex maniac ie you.
Once more you don’t care, because they are making the right noises and your eyesight is fading in and out with the hot flashes pounding your temples.
Warning: this is a danger sign of having consumed too many ‘blue boys’ or Viagras.
Again you don’t care, because if you die, you’ll die like a champ.
You patience snaps when they lay on the white sheet in a classic 69.
They look so happy.
You want to be happy too.
From here on in, it get too pornographic and there’s nothing really pretty about a middle-aged guy acting like a football quarterback who’s scored the opposing team’s cheerleaders.
Within thirty minutes it’s over.
Your heart is thumping like a gorilla banging a bass drum and the girls are dressing to get the hell away out of the room before you demand a second act. The door shuts. You are alone, but not too alone, because you set your mobile phone on record and will be able to replay your performance to your co-mingling for your friends waiting at the same go-go bar.
Even better you can email your friends back in the States and say, “I’m glad I didn’t go to Disneyland this holiday.”
And you say it knowing you meant it and you haven’t meant anything for years.
So congratulations and good luck with your next mission.
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