“daddy’s gardener”

At that point the gardener turns to us and stands up. Daddy forcefully turns my head to him. I watch a line of sweat drip down this dark-haired beautiful Indian man. It drips down his sculpted jaw and onto his hairy dark chest. It drips down his nipple and onto his the curves of his abdomen. Michelangelo’s David (an Indian Version!).

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“security check”

So I’ve been invited by a client to head down to the Middle East. With all those hairy masculine men I couldn’t say no, I’m like a fat kid in a candy shop. So I head to the Person and all things as usual. Check-in, drop bags, security check… As I walk through the metal […]

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