My First Time Bottoming: Nervous Ecstasy in an Egyptian Palace
The knock echoed in my father’s empty suite at the Egyptian palace hotel. Heart slamming against my ribs. I opened the door. There he was. Room service boy. Skin near-black, eyes like midnight, buzzed hair, white teeth flashing in a nervous grin. Stupid uniform, bow tie, leather bracelet, jade ring. Water bottle on his tray—alibi….