i remember this one quote from "somewhere"...
that...
    the world is divided between men who have
slept with two women at the same time...
and men who have dreamed about sleeping with
two women at the same time...

i hate *******...
         can i brag about having a *******?
it's so ****** unusual...
    i was sort of winging it coming back
from a shift at the London Stadium...
    i didn't want to pay any extra fair to travel
from zone 2/3 of Stratford
  got off at zone 4 Goodmayes...
rather than zone 6 Romford...  

sorry... i'm just still a little disorientated...
i'm sort of... eh?!
that just happened?!
  what's that smell? oh... right...
after she took a shower and then after
i took a shower before she wiped
the ***** off my chest... after...
she sprayed me with her perfumes...

what the **** just happened?!
   no... i really want to know...
it's like my body became split into two...
part of me merman
part of my: doodle-eyed-fish-head...
octopus savvy: h. p. lovecraft monstrosities...

purely telegraphic technique from here -

i walk, two are available,
i don't know why i want to mar this experience
by writing about it: i should bask in it...

i paid £10 entry fee... i was walking around the block
drinking a brandy i just bought...
shadows, night, shadows, night: the full moon...
hmm...
so i enter and immediately ask: can i use the toilet?
i need to take a **** prompt..
so i do...

these two jump on the idea:
no... it's not good enough that i pick between them...
both of the girls want me at the same time...
giggling...
   we go into the room and they bargain me
for £200... for an hour... turns out it was only
half an hour...
i don't know why... i was bothered about
under performing... just finished my shift
i was supposed to go home and drink...
instead?

well... if Khedra texted me back i would
have other ideas:
but it's always a bad idea to make a *******
into a girlfriend... i had to alleviate my
predicament with "better": ulterior options...

i stretched the mark...
eh... now that i have had a taste of it...
it's sort of impossible to go back...
on a "promise"...
i passed a glistening penny of the queen's
nose lying copper naked on the pavement...
picked it up...
breathed into it...
flicked it... if it lands on heads
i ought to be in luck...
it landed on heads...
passed one bewildered cat...

walked back into the brothel with the excess
the two girls were asking for...
1 hour became 30 minutes for the pair of them...
so weird...
it's unlike *******...
i hate *******...

i did encounter mister limp ****: i even told them:
i'm talking to myself... i'm tired...
but they let me smoke a cigarette...
and... hey presto! i was up and running...
enough lubrication and...
a hand-job never felt as good as:
whenever i teased against it...
but it's so different...
when one girl is massaging your testicles
while another is jerking you off..

or... one is ******* you off
while you're... strapped to her... bountiful *****...
keeping a hard-on imagining:
hard... to keep the Oedipal Complex functioning...
when... you're cuddling to one girl
doing the hand-job... the other girl massaging your
testicles... *******...
******* on the *******...
trying to **** yourself into a hard-on
thinking you're ******* at your mother's *******...

oh, but the implosion of voyeurism...
one woman is pleasuring you while the other women
watches on... i really didn't need any lesbian antics...

my first ******* and it has become
apparently complicated...
a bunch of Pakistanis were playing supermarket
cricket in a parking-lot
in the middle of the night...
me? i was taking out extra cash to have
a *******...

    i went limp... smoke a cigarette... a new hard-on...
excess lubrication...
hand-job... no... even i understood what they
said: he likes the simulation...
i did... i do...
       for me... while one of the girls
was jerking me off... squeezing her face into mine...
while i was watching the second girl
teasing my testicles...
   it's this... three-party interaction...

wow...        whatever i write is not going
to be enough...
i've just crossed the threshold of being a man
who might dream about sleeping with two women
simultaneously to a man...
who actually has...
she implored: and i suppose you feel like a king,
now?!
no... i feel... more curious...

i have to admit... sleeping with two women at the same
time... i hate *******...
it's so staged... reality is so... dislodged from...
like any aspect of drama: there's no script regarding
reality...
         one girl was ******* me off
while another girl provided me with her ******* and *******
and i was reimagining myself
as a toddler ******* on my mother's ******* for
a hard-on...

       is an Oedipal Complex real when
you share two women in the same act?!
         just asking... half of me was being ******...
half of my was *******...
i ended up getting the best hand-job the world
is yet to: not see...
          i was clinging to the neck and cheeks of the one
jerking me off while the one stroking my *******
i was looking into to find elements
of jealousy...

imploded voyeurism...
how they joked... how i loved laughing at myself...
truly, magnificently, weird...
being naked in the presence of two naked women...
i think i've just passed the threshold of
what's to be "expected"...
since she started spraying me with her perfume...
but at least one of them knew
that she was the lesser of the two...

two women... at the same time...
     wow: what: wow... seems kind of pointless
to have read Madame Bovary...

two women at the same time with me...
well... i wasn't going to be left out...
          if everyone is seemingly wandering with a bogus
focus for egocentric exfoliation...
i'd leave the brothel and talk to a Jonathan...
we talked about women... drank the remains
of my brandy... he was trying to become freed from
these two girls who were trying to get to Thurrock...
from Goodmayes?!
ha ha... sure... one **** after another: taxi!

i needed this to create my antithesis of
having watched *******...
i needed... to have one girl ******* me...
while another girl watched...
    i think i needed this... like a liver-transplant...
to hell with *******...
i was going limp from tiredness before
i took a drag of a cigarette and she lubricated her hand
and... hey presto... one was imitating a ******
with her hand...
the other was squeezing my *******: ripe plums?!
while the one doing the former was squeezing her face
into mine and the other doing the plum-checks was
scrutinizing being the "less-involved"...

threesomes... mighty weird...
well... at least i have that covered...
    thank god both of them were willing to do so...
and no...
there's no Shakespeare abounding on this type
of topic...
                 how does one put it? "one"?
you've just been shared between two women...

i abhor *******: like i abhor movies...
that abhorrent script... expectation wise...
i was hoping for an hour with one girl...
what did i get? i got two...
                       voyeurism completely avoided:
it ******* imploded...
one's jerking you off while clinging to you...
another is helpless looking on...
eye-contact... massaging your testicles...
you end up merging the one doing the former
with the latter vacating her ***** for a make-shift
******...

               dear god: oh no... nothing human is alien
to us... the gods can... sort of... disappear...
it would almost be a taboo to walk a dog on a leash
with a muzzle...
it truly would: after a *******...
1x man + 2x women...
                     you don't come back
the sort of man your father is
after a *******...
                 the thirst changes...
prior it was a thirst for: water...
now? now i thirst for watermelons...
                         and the more the grandiosity
of her cleavage...
                      i must have these periodic bouts
of madness when consecrating either thought
or body on the altar of a woman.