Sex with him was reeeeealy beautiful. Especially the oral part. And, of course, the entire orchestra of touches, kisses, emotional intertwining and brain sizzles, that - even during the breaks between the embraces! - were scratching sparks besides our turbulent...
No, this combination doesn't turn me on. (Or I just have to try it out?) But the fact, that you totally crash the car, is usually linked to the total "crash" in your life too. Or even better – a...
And I won't say more. You'd be too jealous. Because it was too beautiful for this planet. It was two days before the summer solstice, last year, when I was in New York again after twenty years. Business & pleasure. It was already my...
Friday evening, September, the summer is already in decline, you can already feel the fucking mess of fall. I sat with my Igor in his garden, planting pots, he was bitching again about annoying worms and fagots (he has difficulties to...
It was sunny afternoon, the cold,spring wind from the Pacific was blowing, and I, starving, with a sandwich and a coffee in my lap, almost collpased on to the concrete edge in front of the Starbucks cafe in the center...
Because they deserve it. At least the ones who have at least a little whorish butter on their head (= they are clumsily lying to me, how I'm the "one and only", while i the meantime screwing around...
And shitty coke. And superb herb-brandy. We lie in front of the tent. Z deško sramežljivostjo polzi njegova dlan po notranjosti mojih stegen. With a boyish shyness, his palm slips across the inside of my thighs. On the young skin the smell of fresh sweat...
Damn, how annoyed I am by the new-age-cast of emotional retards with instagram and facebook-indulgence under the underwear! First, they rub their fingers against their phones and after seeing the photos even after their penises. The worst ones are the dudes...
Dear ladies, only gays beat you in envy and malice, but anyway they are just girls with cocks. (I sincerely apologize to all the exceptions, that validate this rule.) Oh, you bithces, wicked and envious, oooooh, how deeply I despise you, all...
I hate the postcoital cigarette that a man lights after sex. Fuck it, I'm jealous - of the cigarette. And it also fucking stinks. But I'm finding out that in the last few years, I have no more lovers who smoke...