Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

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I was out for dinner with a bunch of colleagues the other night. It was a large and lively place specialising in the cuisines of the Silk Road. Now that was a long road that went pretty well from Istanbul, in Turkey, to Peking, on the far side of China. With numerous branches through Persia and Tibet, up to Kazakhstan, across the Himalayas and down into India.

I figured it would be interesting to try and fuck my way along it one day though I do suspect it would be a task easier fantasised about than actually achieving.

But I digress, the menu did an admirable job of representing the various cuisines. The entertainment, not quite as varied but still equally breathtaking, featured an attractive Chinese girl clad in wisps of green silk belly dancing amongst the tables. Fortunately the restaurant is in the tourist belt and everyone was happily snapping so I stuck my own lecherous lens briefly into the throng.

The waitresses costumes were rather baggy affairs of loose fitting trousers and shirts with a short sleeveless jacket type thing over the top. The kind of outfit that normally wouldn’t attract a second glance … normally. The one that was attending our table was being worn by a petite local Hong Kong girl with cheeky eyes and a bottom that refused go unnoticed.

All of the waitresses wore a waistband that was made from what looked like old coins or metal discs. In most cases it jingled with a rather military ching … ching … ching as they walked. Our waitress walked with an altogether more seductive beat. I could hear her coming from across the restaurant and it took tremendous force of will to concentrate on the polite conversation at table instead of turning to watch every time she approached.

I wondered if she knew she had a different beat, I wondered if the other people at the table had noticed. They weren’t the kind of people I could mention it to … so I didn’t. But here’s a picture of the belly dancer anyway

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One of the latest movies out of Bollywood, Love Sex aur Dhokha” (Love Sex and Betrayal), is challenging the familiar formula of song-and-dance routines and violent revenges.

The movie uses unconventional cameras including spy cams and security cameras to follow three story-lines involving a student, a shop manager and a rock star. It explores the lack of privacy and changing attitudes in the modern world.

Opening in Cinemas last week the film also exploring the changing attitude of India’s censors with with blurry visuals of a naked woman and voyeuristic sequences in the trailers. A lengthy sex scene didn’t escape the boards scissors.

It also gives me a great excuse to show you these pics of Penelope.

	I know you guys love shaved Japanese pussies and I agree, they really are quite edible. But I decided that you’d probably want to see these pictures of Nanako anyway. After all, variety is the spice of life. I don’t think anyone would push her out of bed just because she has a hairy pussy. Would you? Click the thumbnails!
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A naked man was forced onto a window ledge after a brothel featuring transexuals in Basel, Switzerland, caught fire. The 33-year old man is recovering in hospital.

It is not known if it is from burns that he is recovering or from the embarrassment of having a picture of himself clinging to the ledge published in in the Swiss daily Blick last Tuesday and subsequently all over the internet. The story carried a quote by Markus Melzl from the Basel prosecutor’s office as saying the apartment was used for the sex business.

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A group of masked women in Guanhgzhou, China stripped down to their bras and panties and danced outside a subway station in the hope of attracting husbands. According to the Guangzhou Daily they were handing out slips of paper with their personal details and info about the kind of man they would like to marry.

The ‘Crazy Beauties’, as they called themselves, said they had deliberately timed the event to coincide with International Women’s Day.

Xing Zi, the organiser of the show, said: “We planned this to stand as a declaration. This is to prove we have enough confidence and determination.”

Dancer, Xiao Xuan, explained: “We think we are beauties, but we can’t find our Mr Rights. Our age is close to 30, so we have to do something.” Apparently the girls are under intense pressure from their families to tie the know.

I’d marry them all, wouldn’t you?

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I shot my first nudey pictures the other day. It was the cleaning ladyboy that suggested it. He’s only seen my travel pictures before because that’s mostly what I do. Never-the-less he had faith in me.

He also had a girl who was keen to do some modelling. What kind of girl I asked. “A real girl!” he pouted and sashayed off to the kitchen. It wasn’t really what I’d meant. I’d wanted to know if she was a bargirl or student or whatever. “She just a friend, I think you make very nice photo her.” He said. Is she over eighteen, I asked. “Oh yes, I think so.” he giggled. I told him set up a time.

I have shot the occasional girlfriend in the past but those instances were never more than half a dozen snaps as a prelude to fucking. I had learned enough from those sessions, though, to know that lighting was going to be a bit tricky. All I had at my disposal was a cantankerous old mono-light and brolly.

I did have plenty of sunlight but at 2.30 in the afternoon, when the appointment was set, that is more of a curse than a blessing. Still, I wasn’t about to let it put me off, I was rather warming to the idea.

They arrived at the appointed time. Milf, I thought as she walked through the door. Hotter than Hades but a milf none-the-less. But was she really? Her name was May. She told me she worked in a factory making leather bags, she had no children and had never even been married. She was 29 years-old. In a country where so many girls are mothers before their 20th birthday this was a rare thing indeed.

Could it be that I was alone in my apartment with one of the most rare and exotic beasts that ever lurked on the dappled fringes of mans fantasies? Was this a horny Thai woman on the cusp of cougar-hood that was about to take all her clothes off?

The shoot progressed quite well. We were both a bit stiff to start with, though not in the same way. But it didn’t take long for her to relax and to start enjoying herself.

Play with your pussy, I told her, forget about me - see if you can make yourself cum. “Cannot.” she said. Why, when did you last cum. “Mmm two days ago.” Boyfriend? “No, have toy. No have boyfriend.”

I shot a bunch of close-ups from the end of the bed but by this time the sun was streaming through the window at such an angle that it became impossible to do much more. Enough! I declared.

I’d always known shooting porn wouldn’t be easy but it was satisfying. I put the camera on the floor and propped myself up on my elbows between her knees and watched while she continued to play with herself. Feel good? I asked. “Mmmm.”

Are you gonna cum? “Mm… maybe..,” She paused for a moment, “… but you have to help.”

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