I'm back from Arizona as I stated in my previous post last night. Whew. What a trip. I got to hang out with the fam. I got to eat to the point that they had to roll me out the of restaurant(s). I got the scold my niece for being a pain in the ass (just like her mom back in the day). Good times.
The low point to the trip was visiting the bathhouse in Phoenix called Flex. I got into southern Arizona very late thanks to the traffic that was dealt with on the way out of Los Angeles. I convinced Woods to stop at Flex so we could "crash" for a few hours before continuing down to Tucson.
"crash" = being sluts
Well needless to say, Flex on Thursday was a total bust. I figured that Phoenix would have at least some good sleaze going on, especially on a Thursday night. It's the beginning of the weekend for some. And the fact that Phoenix is the 7th largest city in the country (0r has that changed?!), the meat would be flowing. Yea fucking right.
The majority of the clientele was older, but despite the fact that I love me some older gents, the pickings were quite slim. The only one I found somewhat appealing left me with a bad taste in my mouth. I won't go into detail but I will say that not all ass is good tasting. *vomit*
The majority of the time was spent lounging in the jacuzzi, and swimming in the pool. Oh, and being ogled one of the workers who got a good look at my junk. I hope I at least made his night.
Anyhow, I didn't leave empty handed, so to speak. I did have a sore ass when I exited the facility at 8 o'clock in the morn. But that is another story for another time!
.
No comments:
Post a Comment