When guys ask me what I like, it is always the same answer: I love sniffing poppers, get undressed progressively while being watched by someone, get in underwear first, sniff even more poppers, start showing off myself to the guy who watches me (my ass, hole, etc), then I prepare my dildo and I insert…
Poem #1 One touch lavender jazz fills my aura of the last summer’s rosewood that persisted, exceeded, won me over. I’m the last summer rosewood, the one who awaits you. The first time we met, we went to the woods. It was a hot and red afternoon. We drove around, talked about art, music, cinema,…
When I was a teenager my parents sent me to summer camps and language exchanges several times to put my English to practice. I never went with close friends and that was really important for me, I think it made me lose the fear of being at unknown places with unknown people. A need to get to know unknown cities…
Karim and Tom met each other on Instagram and shared a connection immediately. After the long wait, they finally met in person. The chemistry between them is amazing. More impressions: You can purchase this video here.
I never really knew what I wanted to do in life, I’ve always dance for fun, but I never thought this could be my full time Job. I felt lost, lonely and small. When I got accepted in the dance school in Barcelona, it seemed like another challenge, one more trip, and one more stage…
One month ago, I suddenly had the idea of asking my followers on Instagram to submit their sexy #stayhome photos during the time of corona madness. Most of European countries are under the lock down now. Staying home is the best way to prevent the spreading of the virus and protecting the risk groups among…
What did one do around here? Nothing. Wait for summer to end. What did one do in the winter, then? I smiled at the answer I was about to give. He got the gist and said, Don’t tell me: wait for summer to come, right? —– “Call me by your name” by Andre Aciman Tale…
I’ve been afraid since I can remember. Afraid of expressing myself, of showing who I really am. Back when I was a little kid the other kids at school would call me names and bully me for being different. Even the ones I saw as friends would occasionally engage in this kind of harassment for…
The last tear I dropped off must have been yesterday. Maybe for seeing you sad, maybe for seeing me being someone else. Maybe for seeing us being others. The last smile I drew must have been yesterday. Maybe because you were whispering nicknames in my ear, maybe because you were laughing at me dancing, maybe…
