Over the past few days, I’ve been faced with a particularly pernicious business issue. One that I couldn’t solve seemingly for weeks. No matter what I did, I drew blanks everywhere. Nothing was happening. Doors closed everywhere! But, I also know – knew two things. One, giving up is never an option. Three …
It all, as always, started with a woman. An Indian woman, an Indian MAID!
Truly the only inspiration a real man needs. The presence of the right woman in a man’s life, as Carol said – can do wonders for a man. So did Napoleon Hill. It is only at your lowest point where real inspiration comes, as David Goggins once said. One of those points in my life …
No, those with fetishes don’t have “low stamina”.
Just saw this Indian girl on Twitter talking about how arranged marriages were scary, how “he might have low stamina”. Hehe. I responded with “perennial” problem. No pun even and it’s true. Then I remembered how Rueben loved his perennial region licked, how I do too .. And it brought back thoughts of my SO …
Should I open a foot massage salon for Indian maids? Female laborers?
Oh my!!! Walking past them in the sun, soles resting … Madams sleeping. I can barely type this out so excited an I! Indian females, their soles everywhere as they rest. Anklets. Such a struggle not to edge in public. My pants are wet! . My!!! Indian girls, such innate perfect DOMINANT Goddesses! That was …
The sage-ess-est advice the lovely young dhoban gives!
My, my, my! “Itna badnam hai, to thoda aur sahi”, she giggled. Hehe. If you’re that infamous, why not a bit more! Nah, she wasn’t referring to me, though she might well have. Hehe. But she is right! (She was referring to some fat guy famous for fucking up at his job). Those big brown …
Madams hand and leg hurts, so she wouldn’t massage me…
In Sin City Diaries, I often wrote about the ladies Id pay to massage me would tell me to massage them – which of course was the beginning of the innate humiliation they knew I so craved and deserved! He’s crazy, easy pushover, they’d giggle. They’d look at my cum in disgust on their pretty …
क्या कर रही हो मेरी जान…
Kya kar rahi ho, meri jan…(What are you doing my love)… I moaned early this morning, as the young dhobans fingers worked my nipples, as I was still deep in sleep as often happens. My fat little brother wasn’t though. Boing! खेल रही हूं,she giggled, eyes twinkling. “I’m playing”! Sleepily, I grinned. “Apne mard ka …
Bhagwatis small, firm palms and my fat dick…
Bhagwati, tumhare ye pyare se hath, or Mera mota lunda, I told her, drawing that dark soft voluptuous body close to me as I did so. Your sweet (small and firm) hands and my thick dick. Made for each other! “Apka gussa acha nahi lagta”, she was saying to me this morning. I don’t like …
Be her protector….
Often times, I’ll grab Bhagwati, or some of the other women I’m with in the morning and mumble sleepy nothings to her. “Per daba de, Bhagwati” (press my feet Bhagwati). I’ll kiss her. Lick her ears. Go back to sleep with her in my arms. And I’ll often say, in addition to “tum meri ho” …
Need vs WANT
It’s an interesting one! We need things and we naturally get them. Yet, it’s those things we WANT deep down inside that we don’t just get. We manifest against all odds. The hidden desires I speak of so often fall into the “want” category most would say. Or do they? I’d say need – and …