“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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“the wife”

I hope you remember the entry “the husband”. Last night his wife called me again. When I saw the number I froze hoping I didn’t break up a marriage. I generally don’t like to be a home wrecker. Don’t get me wrong, in my 10-year relationship I never once strayed. “Hello?”, I hesitantly answer. “My […]

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“sex in the hills”

As most of my readers and followers from facebook know, I’m in LA. I had to get away from that fucking freezing cold weather of Toronto. There was one day, while I was walking to a massage, that I literally started crying from how cold it was. And just when I couldn’t take it anymore […]

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“pretty penis”

The other night a ridiculously successful silver-haired daddy contacted me. He listed his credentials, owner of several companies, a house in Mexico, even sent a pic. He was hot, suit and tie type of guy, with an obvious personal trainer. He made it very clear what he wanted from me, an erotic massage, and he […]

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“motorcycle meat”

I bought a motorcycle. It looks like a little cop chopper. I love riding, it makes me feel alive, I think for me it’s the closest thing to flying. Anyway, the other night I was parked on a street just minding my business when someone taps me on the back. As I turn I see […]

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“brit pop”

I know it may seem that I’m always at a bar, but it’s not always the case. Anyway the other night at a bar I meet this cute British lawyer. Drinks like a fish, like all English people do, but cute none the less. So I give him my card and he calls for a […]

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