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Friday, June 29, 2012

Who am I?


Who am I?
(Random pic from google)

I’ve got few questions to my inbox after I started. Mostly: Who (the fuck) are you?

Haha, well, shortly I am 32 years old, European, gay, professional, passionate for what ever I decide to do and I guess I am not totally unfortunately looking ;) I used to model, but now I just have sex with models – lol, joking, but yeah definitely not excluding anyone! Hahah!

I train 7 – 8 times a week. I have a rigid diet but on Sundays after swim I eat everythinig my heart desires including my favourites: Crisps, icecream and candies.

I quess looks is btw Justin Timberlake and Chris Hemsworth with a mixture of lady gaga (fingers crossed as well as toes , lol )

Cheerio, till tomorrow J

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Sex – Pre-ordering your snack and having it.


Sex – ordering your snack and having it.



I woke up this morning in my hotel room and felt something was terribly off. Firstly there was no-one next to me and secondly, the aircon was broken – which meant my room was practically a sauna.

I don’t know which bothered me more. Probably the missing aircon, haha!

I decided even though I needed a bit more sleep I’d better hurry to have my breakfast. I greeted some of the most handsome hotel male guests by nodding and saying “gentlemen!” I felt like a proper American slut. Three winked at me which could only mean one thing - I mean I could have my breakfast first and then…

Breakfast, 8 egg whites, glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, muesli with oatmeal milk and some fresh fruits and a strong cup of coffee. Perfect start of a day!

After breakfast I took a shower in a communal showering area. Splendid way to catch up with hot dudes! Unfortunately nothing so far. Not my day… whoops still early morning.

I packed my manly murse and dressed up in beach robe and tiny piece of swimwear. Just big enough to leave a lovely tan line on my little round butt. Ready for the day’s challenges!

So I made my long trip downstairs to the lobby and noticed I forgot my training gear so I went back upstairs. There was no way I could have gone to the pool area without having done gym first.

After abs, back and stretching, I did some biceps and triceps and then some post workout in the 50m pool for an hour. I felt great! And so did that guy who was following me from the gym to the pool.

I thought first he was Spanish but after checking that he said he was a Swiss. Blond brownish hair, beautiful bod, wide smile and a bulge which could not be un-noticed. Well I say! I winked at him only once and then ignored him for the rest of the swim.

I think there aren’t so many things that man thinks more than his bod, cock, other men’s bod’s & cocks and of course food.. There I said it! Anyone detests my statement - Bring it on! Hahaha! While I swim and think these brilliant thoughts I almost always come up with a great outfit for the night. My brain didn’t fail me this time either. Praise for Jean-Paul Gaultier and his unique understanding of Gay-male bodies!

I came out of the pool, walked to the shower area and whilst cleaning myself from the ozonized water I felt big muscular hand touching my butt. There! Perfectly timed, wonderfully planned and brilliantly executed. And I didn’t have to do a thing! And the time was 11:30AM.

At 13:45PM I was back in my room. Changing to light clothes and ready for a little motorcycle ride in a city I just landed two days ago felt like to right thing to do. I felt a bit peckish. I thought Zen Sushi place could offer me just the right sustenance. You’ve got to love Singapore!

After eating I drove to Sentosa island. Beautiful place. Especially because of the beach club it holds on its shoreline.

Needless to say that excursion bore some fruits. Like in my hotel lift where it says “five large male bodies only!” That’s exactly what I got!

Cheerio!

Third wire from FuckingFactory over.  

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Sex – and where to get it?


Sex – and how to get it?
(Random pic from Google)


One of the most easiest things there is to get sex. You know, having sex in gayworld is like having a  snack. BK, McDonalds, KFC, Subway ... every bloody corner there is a sandwich waiting just to be grabbed! :)

Statistically speaking men masturbate 2-3 times daily. So, why not doing it together – so much more fun. If you can share the pleasure why wouldn’t you.

There are of course those moralists who claim to know for what human beings were created for. To live a life of a monk and look like constipated bitch. No, sorry sweeties, that is not for what we were created for - at least me. Nor were we created to fulfill an eternal procreation mission of some pompous churches which wish us to believe in the glory of having tons more of us. I mean come on! This earth is already full. Full of bastards and imbessils and of course those nice cuties, those gorgeous guys we want to fuck (but not to bear bastards with).

20% of men have enough food, water and conditions worth to be born into - if we’d only had that chance to decide for ourselves before we were conceived – would we have decided to come out? Search me! I didn’t got a chance to decide. Thank God I guess!

Right, coming back to the topic. Want to have sex?

This question can be somewhat problematic. The answer depends highly on where you happen to be - and whoops, on your preferences! The best places to have sex in the world of men are probably in the countries where it is legal doh! In no preferential order those countries, which are famous for great looking guys.  My Top 10 list: In Europe nicest places are Spain, France, UK, Germany, Denmark, Chezc Republic, Holland and Italy. …. In Civilized non-religious states in the US – well why not!, and in All Middle Eastern countries should be quite easy as there is a tendency amongst men to fuck each other before they get fucked up in a marriage.

So, it is commonly known fact that getting it is easy. I could continue for ages but I think easiest thing to do is just to download Grindr application to your phone and open it where ever you are and GRIND! Okay, I am not into Grindr. Or any internet powered sex-searching-services. Why? ‘Cause I want that excitement. That feeling when you are not sure and you flirt with hot guys without knowing whether they respond to your flirts

Tomorrow – Few great examples from last night J


Second wire from FuckingFactory over. 

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Sex – and those first words just afterwards..



Thank God it’s not such a taboo anymore! When I was a kid “sex”-word made people blush!

Sex is like a sandwhich – its snack. It’s that juicy beef burger with Monterey Jack and double Bacon. Yes vegetarians world of gay sex is a world of meat. Spiced up beef with all those little extra’s.


You know this question: “How many times you’ve been with a man before?” What a dork question is that. You are laying in bed with a nice guy after great sex. You feel that guy’s sweet clean sweat and you lick it from his chest. And he burbs “How many times you’ve been with a man before?” Does he mean to ask how the fuck I was so good in bed? Or maybe to assure himself that he was very special? Or does he think just having cum that he wants to marry me but wants to do some background checks first?

Honestly, who gives a fuck.

Principly, if one intends to pay a compliment, it is much easier to just say that. Like; you were fucking amazing! That’s enough. And pretty much makes both quite happy. If one want’s to comfort him or herself about uniqueness of oneself then the first thing to do is to select the One You wanted to have sex with in the first place. If you are laying in bed with him after sex doesn’t that make you quite special already – yeah it does! And finally, if you want to date someone – save that conversation for, say, after your 3rd fuck. 3rd fuck usually either still feels amazing – or does not. And if it does not, you don’t have to put your self needlessly into that awkward situation where you have to explain changed situation with some moronic codswallop. Yeah, just keep it quiet and smile. Girls do that too. Learn from the ladies.

Sex should be fun. I mean it isn’t the sacred cow you slaughter once a year for giving the pigs that one holiday they cannot even appreciate.

First wire from FuckingFactory over.  
(Random pic from Google)