I accidentally double booked myself.

I had a short stay in Phoenix coming up, and about two months beforehand I’d let Ryan, one of my regular subs there, know I was coming. The problem with traveling as fucking much as I do is eventually dates start blending together. Somewhere along the way, I forgot I’d already made plans with Ryan and arranged for Trevor, a newer sub, to take care of me instead. Somehow in the flurry of texts with different men in different cities, I also confirmed with Ryan just a week before.

So I landed in Phoenix, turned my phone back on, and discovered texts from both men telling me they were waiting for me at the airport. Oops.

Now, these are two very different men. Ryan is a slightly older, distinguished gentleman who has been serving me long enough to know exactly what I expect. More importantly, he knows how to take care of me. Ryan means a luxury suite, high-end car service, excellent room service, everything handled before I even think about asking, and a man who actually understands that making my life easier is part of submission.

Trevor is younger. Much younger than Ryan. Athletic, energetic, gorgeous, and equipped with an impressive cock that he knows how to use. He does a wonderful job keeping me satisfied and has plenty of enthusiasm for whatever I have planned. Unfortunately, Trevor is also more of an economy-hotel-suite kind of guy.

So what’s a lady supposed to do?

Choose between luxury and youthful stamina? Fuck that.

I told them both that I’d screwed up the dates, but I wasn’t particularly interested in choosing. If the two of them could behave themselves, get along, and accept that they were both there to satisfy me, they could both stay.

Trevor was clearly less thrilled with this arrangement. I could practically see him doing the math in his head and realizing the weekend he’d imagined had just acquired another man.

Ryan, however, didn’t hesitate. He immediately agreed, then calmly told Trevor everything would be fine. I think that moment established the hierarchy pretty fucking quickly.

Ryan took care of the logistics. Trevor provided considerably more energetic entertainment. Instead of competing for my attention, they eventually figured out that they were much better off complementing each other. When I wanted something handled, Ryan seemed to have anticipated it already. When I wanted attention, Trevor was rarely difficult to find. And when I wanted both of them available, well, that’s exactly what I had.

Turns out my scheduling mistake was one of the better mistakes I’ve made recently.

I was supposed to leave Phoenix after a short stay. Instead, I extended the trip by two nights because I was having far too much fun being spoiled by two completely different kinds of men.

Ryan certainly made luxury look good. Trevor made staying in look pretty fucking appealing. And I got both. I really need to find more professional reasons to visit Phoenix.