Stoned 3-some in Cartagena favela
Date: 23 Apr, 2023.
Location: Somewhere in Cartagena.
Had such a great experience with the girl I met at the clock tower, I decided to see her again the next night.
I refused to take her friend with us the night we met. In my experience escorts 3-somes seldom meet expectations. Hard work to control the situation and keep the girls focused on what matters. My meat & 2 veg. More challenging when I don't speak the local lingo. Which I usually don't.
Anyway, told my girl to get her friend & some weed around to her place and we would have a 3-some.
My taxi driver started to act nervous as we got close to her place, saying it wasn't a great area and was I sure I wanted to get out there. When I called her for directions, she put some guy on to the chat to the taxi driver. Started seeming a bit dodgy but thought WTF, it's an adventure. Didn't have anything very valuable with me, other than my phone and kidneys.
Finally found her place and she brought me up to the room. Her friend joined after a while & we shared a joint, danced and stripped off. Went to the bedroom and my girl was making sure her friend put in the effort. Smoked more than intended and took a while to get into performance condition.
Banged her friend for a while but was so stoned that I am not certain if I really came or not. Took a little break and my girl got me hard again.
As I started screwing my girl, her friend crawled onto my back and acting strange. I remember her whispering death threats in my ear, saying things like "your going to die here tonight' and 'you should have never come here'. I am pretty sure it was all weed-induced paranoia but the girl was definitely acting weird.
Somehow managed to stay focused on the sex, ignoring the death threats (hallucinations? And came. So told the girls I was heading home and called a cab. While we were waiting the friend started telling me she was a dog and I should take her home as a pet. I am pretty sure her meaning was somewhat garbled by the pot-paranoia and our broken English / Spanish attempt to speak.
Paranoia was running full steam by this point, so waited for the Uber driver to get close to the building before leaving my girls' apartment. When we got the front door, a steel gate had been padlocked in place and the girls didn't have the key. The friend started banging on someone's door near the entrance and I was convinced she was getting her pimp to come out and fulfill her sexy death threats. In reality, it was the landlady who finally gave us the key for the padlock.
All in all, quite an adventure. Even if 80% of it was all in my head.
I am not that interested in accumulating possessions or impressing people. My goal is to fill my memory with experiences, life in the gutter or in fast lane. But not in a fucking Holiday Inn. Anything that isn't average and forgettable is a gem for me, especially if I don't get seriously hurt along the way.
This is definitely a great memory for my "wank bank". Also an interesting little event to relive in my deathbed "life review & flashback" - when my life flashes before my eyes.
Does anything else in life matter?