Green Amours

MDMA laced with Methamphetamine and Cialis.

“Let me hold your hair,” I tell Sammy as she washes the makeup off her face with the tiny little sink in the bathroom of the VIP room. She didn’t want her brother to think anything was happening; she hardly wore makeup. She is a natural. I don’t know why this was turning me on. I couldn’t understand why I had a full hard-on hidden beneath my jeans.

“How many pills do you have left?” Sammie asked.

“I gotta count; hold on,” as I pulled the baggie from my secret pocket inside my boxers.

“Oh, go ahead and count,” Sammie replied.

I had a problem. I couldn’t just unbutton my jeans because, as I said earlier, I didn’t know why I was experiencing an erection for absolutely no reason.

“Can I have some privacy?” I asked Sammie.

Sammie replied, “Why? Are you a shy guy? You don’t have to be shy.”

“I have to call someone real fast; that’s why,” I said.

She stepped out of the bathroom, and I immediately called Cobra. He didn’t answer. It was 2:00 a.m., so I’m sure he was knocked out. I kept calling anyway. Maybe by the tenth or eleventh call, he finally answered.

“What the fuck? Why are you calling me this late?” Cobra politely asked.

“Dude, what’s in the pills you gave me? Some weird shit is happening,” I replied.

Cobra answered, “Blue Mickeys, that’s just regular ecstasy, man. Relax, you’ll be alright.”

I replied, “No, dude, what are you talking about? They were never Blue pills. They were green and red capsules!”

“Your dick is hard as shit right now, huh?” Cobra said in amusement.

“Bro, what the fuck, what is in this shit?” I continued asking.

Cobra said, “Green Amores and Red Amores is ecstasy laced with meth and Cialis.”

I panicked and immediately took a Xanax, “Man, what the fuck, this shit sounds deadly as hell. Why would you give me this” as I leaned under the sink to drink the tap water and flush the Xanax down.

Cobra replied, “Did I put a gun to your head?” He said while bursting into laughter. “Man, that’s fucked up, bro,” I said. I was sitting on the toilet seat, wondering how I get into these situations. “Cry me a river. Cry baby. That’s for shooting me with an unloaded gun; you fuck” Cobra said. I heard a beep; Brother Joel was calling me.

“I gotta go, dude. If I die, I will haunt you.”

“Hello, Bro? What’s Up?” I said after hanging up on Cobra.

“Sep, how is everything?” Brother Joel asked.

“I can’t talk right now, bro. I have a situation. Cobra is a motherfucker!” I said.  Brother Joel laughed, saying, “I knew you two would get along fine. You guys have the same personality. Cobra was just like you when he was that age.”

I replied, “I guess he hasn’t changed much these past two decades.”

“What’s wrong with your voice Sep? You sound high-pitched right now. Are you high or what? Smoked some shabu?” Brother Joel asked.

“Green Amores,” I replied.

“What? Sep, why would you take those drugs? Don’t you know what would happen if caught with those drugs? Those drugs recently killed a few college students at a concert last week,” Brother Joel entailed. He said, “Go to the hospital if your “tee-tee” won’t go down after three hours. You better go try manual or call a puta to fix your problems,” Bro Joel said. “I’m with the hotel owner’s daughter right now, bro,” I told Brother Joel.

“Don’t fuck her, man. That fucked up. If you’re going to bust her, don’t take her dignity away like that,” Brother Joel said. I replied,

“I’m not planning to, but I’m stuck with her. We’re both on the Green Amores.”

“Take a cold shower; you’ll be fine. Just stay hydrated and let one out. You have enough fuck you money still? I got to go. Sister Beth is coming up the stairs.”

I threw some water on my face and stared at myself in the mirror. I knew I could do this. I’ve done this a thousand times. I’ll be alright. I stepped out of the bathroom, and the room was all dark. “Sam?” I was wondering if she was still in the room. I saw movement on the bed under the sheets and thought, “Hell no!” I pulled the sheets and turned on the lights. Holy shit!

Sammie and Reyna were getting it on. They didn’t even stop. It was pretty awkward. It wasn’t like hot like you see it in porn. I just stood there like a lost puppy. I didn’t know if I was invited in because it was my bed or if I should leave them alone. After a minute or two of watching, I asked, “Is anyone thirsty? I got water!”

It was not one of my proudest moments, I tell you. I stuttered that question as my body was quivering to join in.

“Tubig daw, sabi nya” her friend said I asked if she wanted water. “Yes, please,” Sammie yelled out. I ran to the door. And took the elevator down. I found Emerson at the front desk and told him I needed water fast. He asked me to watch the desk and, if anyone calls, to place them on hold. “Fine, but hurry up, bro, emergency,” I said. “I’m already going!” Emerson sounded annoyed. “Put it on my tab.”

I returned to the elevator and made my way back to the room. My heart pounded with anticipation as I lightly knocked on the door and let myself in. To my surprise, the girls were nowhere to be found. What the fuck? But then I heard the unmistakable sound of moaning from the bathroom, and a mischievous grin spread across my face. They were still at it, in the shower. I guess they did want that water.

I pushed the bathroom door open, and a cloud of steam greeted me, slowly revealing the enticing scene before my eyes. Sammie and her friend stood beneath the warm cascade of water, and their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace. The sight was nothing short of mesmerizing, their naked forms glistening with moisture, their lips locked in a fervent kiss.

Without hesitation, I shed my clothes and stepped into the steam-filled shower, joining them in their erotic rendezvous. The hot water cascaded over our bodies, heightening the sensations and adding an element of sensuality to the already electric atmosphere.

Sammie’s wet hair clinging to her flawless skin reached out to me, her touch sending a jolt of desire coursing through my veins. As we moved in perfect harmony, our hands explored every inch of each other’s bodies, our lips meeting in passionate kisses that conveyed a hunger that had been building for far too long.

The steam enveloped us, creating an intimate cocoon where time seemed to stand still. The symphony of moans and sighs filled the air, blending with the rhythmic sound of water as we surrendered to the primal dance of pleasure and desire.

The climax approached, and the intensity reached its peak. We arched our backs in unison, our bodies trembling with ecstasy. Waves of pleasure crashed over us, leaving us breathless and utterly satiated.

As we stepped out of the shower, the bathroom became a sanctuary of shared intimacy, a space where desires had been explored and boundaries had been shattered. The steam dissipated, revealing the flushed and content expressions on our faces.

Drying off, we exchanged knowing glances, a sense of anticipation filling the air. We understood this was just the beginning of an unforgettable journey into uncharted realms of pleasure, where every fantasy would be realized and every craving would be satisfied.

As we prepared to continue our adventure, the effects of the Green Amore pill still coursing through our veins, we decided to take it further. With a mischievous glint, we each reached for one more capsule, knowing it would amplify our desires and heighten the sensations that awaited us.

The pills, laced with Cialis, promised to prolong our pleasure and enhance our stamina, ensuring that the night would be filled with boundless ecstasy. We swallowed them with anticipation, feeling the surge of anticipation building within us.

With newfound vigor and anticipation, we made our way to the bedroom, our bodies humming with desire. The room became a sanctuary of sensuality, the air thick with the promise of pleasure. The soft glow of candlelight danced across our naked skin as we explored the depths of each other’s desires.

Liberated from inhibitions, we surrendered ourselves to the intoxicating rhythm of pleasure. The touch of our skin against each other’s ignited a fire that burned with an intensity we had never experienced before. Every caress, every kiss, became a testament to our insatiable hunger.

The hours we slipped away were filled with a symphony of moans and gasped as we indulged in the most sensual pleasures. The bed became our playground, our bodies entwined in a passionate dance without boundaries. We reveled in the ecstasy of each other’s touch, pushing each other to new heights of pleasure.

The night was a blur of intense sensations and relentless desire. We explored every fantasy and every secret passion and fulfilled every craving that had been lingering within us. With each climax, we felt a sense of liberation and fulfillment, knowing we were genuinely embracing the limitless possibilities of pleasure.

As dawn approached, our bodies intertwined in a state of blissful exhaustion. Covered in a sheen of sweat and with our hearts still racing, we shared tender kisses and whispered words of gratitude. The night we had been an unforgettable journey into uncharted realms of pleasure, where our deepest desires had been brought to life.

And as we drifted off to sleep, entangled in each other’s arms, we knew that our journey had only begun. The allure of unexplored pleasures and untamed fantasies beckoned us, promising a future filled with endless nights of unadulterated passion and exhilarating exploration.

I still felt a lingering craving as the girls reveled in their satisfaction. It was time for them to fulfill their promise, to guide me to the climax I had yet to reach. With a playful smile, they took the lead, their hands and lips tracing a path of anticipation.

They guided me to the edge of the bed, their eyes filled with mischief and desire. With gentle whispers, they instructed me to surrender to their touch. Their hands, soft and skilled, explored every inch of my body, igniting a fire that consumed my senses.

Their lips met mine, a passionate union that sent shock waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. Their tongues danced in a sensual rhythm, teasing and tasting, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. They took turns, their mouths exploring every sensitive spot, their tongues sending waves of pleasure that threatened to consume me whole.

Their hands and mouths worked together perfectly, building the intensity with each passing moment. They knew my deepest desires and my secret fantasies, and they used their knowledge to push me closer to the edge. With every stroke, every flick of their tongues, I could feel myself teetering on the precipice of release.

And then, with a final surge of passion, they brought me to the pinnacle of pleasure. The world around me blurred as waves of ecstasy washed over me, my body convulsing in the throes of a release that left me breathless. It was a climax I had never experienced before, a culmination of their skillful touch and my insatiable desire.

As I lay there, basking in the afterglow, I knew this unforgettable night had surpassed all expectations. The girls had fulfilled their promise, guiding me to a climax that had eluded me for so long. And in that moment, as we lay intertwined, we reveled in the shared pleasure and the knowledge that we had embarked on a journey of exploration and fulfillment that would continue to unfold.

In the tranquil embrace of moonlit night,

Passions ignited, and desires took flight.

Bodies entwined in a sensual dance,

A symphony of pleasure, a daring chance.

The room was adorned with flickering light,

A silent witness to our secret delight.

Whispers of longing, skin on skin,

Exploring depths of desire, we began.

Unspoken words, a language of touch,

Unveiling secrets, craving so much.

In the depths of darkness, ecstasy grew,

A forbidden journey, dreams coming true.

With every breath, a sigh of bliss,

Lost in the moment, a stolen kiss.

Our bodies intertwined, a perfect fit,

In this clandestine affair, we submit.

No names were spoken, identities concealed,

Yet our connection is so profoundly revealed.

The memories etched in poetic ink,

It’s a tale of passion, too wild to unlink.

Inspired by a night of untamed desire,

Fueled by lust, our souls are set on fire.

The world may never know our tale,

But the echoes of pleasure will forever prevail.

The room was filled with an air of satisfaction and contentment as we caught our breaths, our bodies still tingling from the intense pleasure we had just experienced. The aftermath of our passionate encounter enveloped us, leaving us in blissful exhaustion.

As I gazed at the two women lying beside me, their bodies radiant in the soft glow of the room, I felt a pang of guilt and conflict deep within me. The realization that I had to leave for church in the morning for my missionary duties weighed heavily on my conscience. It was a stark reminder of the double life I was leading. I had to be a Missionary By Dawn.

Living a double life was a delicate balancing act. On one side, I was a devoted missionary, committed to spreading faith teachings and helping those in need. I dedicated my time and energy to serving others, finding solace in knowing that my actions positively impacted the world.

But on the other side, there was a part of me that craved the forbidden pleasures, the sensual experiences that awakened my desires and ignited a fire within me. In the secrecy of the night, I allowed myself to indulge in the depths of passion, exploring a world that existed beyond the confines of morality and expectations.

Navigating between the realms of spirituality and carnal desires was a constant struggle. I yearned for the closeness and intimacy that came with my missionary work, the connection forged through shared beliefs and experiences. And yet, I also craved the raw, unbridled passion that ignited when bodies were entwined, free from the constraints of societal norms.

As I gently woke the two women from their slumber, a mixture of emotions washed over me. Guilt and anticipation mingled, creating a complex tapestry of emotions. I knew I had to honor my commitment to my faith and embrace the spiritual journey that had guided me thus far. But I also couldn’t deny the intoxicating allure of the desires that pulsed within me.

The women stirred, their eyes fluttering open as they adjusted to the waking world. I looked into their eyes, searching for a shared understanding of the intricate dance we were engaged in. They, too, lived their own double lives, seeking pleasure and fulfillment in the shadows while navigating the expectations of a society that dictated a different path.

With a heavy heart, I explained the situation to them and the need for me to fulfill my obligations as a missionary. They nodded, a mixture of disappointment and acceptance evident in their eyes. They, too, understood the complexities of our shared existence, the constant push and pull between desire and duty.

As I left the room, the echoes of our shared passion still reverberated within me. The journey to the church felt surreal, my mind consumed by the night’s memories and the conflicting emotions that tugged at my heart. In the solitude of the church, as I participated in devotion and sought solace in prayer, I couldn’t help but wonder how humans lived these double lives.

We can classify and navigate the intricate web of our desires and responsibilities. We find ways to reconcile the seemingly irreconcilable, to seek solace in the duality of our existence. It is a testament to the complexity of the human spirit, the capacity to experience light and darkness, pleasure and penance.

As the devotion ended, I felt renewed purpose and determination to continue my missionary path. But deep within me, a part of me yearned for the boundless ecstasy that awaited in the secret corners of my life. It was a delicate balance, a dance between passion and purity, a journey that I knew would continue to shape and redefine my understanding of what it means to be human.

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