Ever woke up not knowing who you were with? Or had two girls flip on each other mid-threesome? Drop the wildest story that still makes your jaw drop.
Walked into Pin-Up on Walking Street just to “have a look,” ended up bar fining a girl named Ploy who was practically dry humping me on the way out. She suggested a short-time room nearby — basic, kind of grimy, but fine. Midway through sex, her roommate walked in, drunk as hell, and just joined in like it was a normal thing. We all laughed, they fought over who got to ride me, and I woke up the next morning with both of them passed out and my wallet still there. Unbelievable.
Got hammered at Fahrenheit, ended up in a backroom with a girl I could barely understand. She tied me up with her fishnet stockings, blindfolded me, and then… left. I was half-naked, tied to a couch, wondering if I was about to get robbed. Ten minutes later she came back — with her friend. The two of them tag-teamed me like it was a porno scene. Still don’t know their names. Still not sure it really happened.
Started at Windmill, ended in a room with two dancers and a ladyboy I didn’t realize was a ladyboy until it was too late — or maybe just in time. Tequila shots, whipped cream, someone slapped me, and I loved it. I left with bite marks, bruises, and the best story I can never tell anyone back home.
