Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

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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.”

You can see some of the pictures by clicking here or on the the pics above.

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Site review: Mature Asia

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I haven’t seen any new Asians from Met-Art for a long time now. Now much as I admire the Met models and the photographers that capture them so beautifully I firmly believe that variety is the spice of life. So come on chaps get on the plane and show us a little eastern intrigue.

In the meantime here is a gallery of Bom Bom. I haven’t the faintest idea where she comes from but she does have a very nice smile.

See: Met-Art’s Abby Chan
More: Met-art Asians
See also: Awsome colours
See also: Five naked girls
See also: The Spice of Life
See also: Porn without borders

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Occasionally I get asked if I ever miss the fulfilment of a long-term relationship and the comfort of a stable home. And the answer is always no, not in the slightest. I tried the relationship thing, they’re great at the beginning but eventually I always feel manipulated and taken for granted.

Some people do find their soul mates and that’s great for them but I think the closest thing I ever found to soul mates were two women who picked me up after one of my wrecked relationships and put me back on the rails.

Sally and Fae ran a small company. I’d tried to chat up Sally in a pub one Friday night. The chat-up didn’t go quite as planned. I found myself getting interviewed as a potential freelancer that she could do business with at a later date rather doing the business with later that night.

A few days later she introduced me to Fae and I did business and the business with her first. It was a couple of weeks later, after a liquid lunch, that Sally finally asked if she could come and see my etchings. I asked her if she was sure. “Absolutely,” she replied, “Fae has told me all about them.”

The idea of an open relationship was never specifically defined, it was left to settle gently. The honesty was a bit of a shock at first but it wasn’t long before it felt perfectly natural. Over the next couple of years we all remained good friends with work-lives and sex-lives happily overlapping.

They never invaded my life, never bought me shirts, never invited me to meet the parents and never expected me to spend my Saturday afternoons trudging round shops looking at shoes. They were happy with me just as I was and because of that I felt a deeper affection for them.

Nor was there ever a hint of jealousy. Though we frequently had dinners and drinks together we never did have sex as a threesome. “You wouldn’t expect that of sisters now would?” quipped Sally the only time I floated the idea.

Sisters? I looked at her long, blonde Nordic form stretched out on the bed an then thought of Fae, who was a delicious tropical mix with the African genes getting a slightly upper hand, and decided not to pursue that line any further. This was already fantasy enough … for now.

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My Zeb is bigger than your Zeb. Click it to lick it.

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Akbar Zeb is a high flying diplomat from Pakistan. He has served as the country’s High Commissioner to Canada and as their ambassador to South Africa. But he has been rejected for diplomatic positions the United Arab Emirates, Bahrain and, most recenlty, Saudi Arabia.

The reason for this is because Akbar Zeb, in a splendid case of life imitates Monty Python, translates as ‘Biggest Dick’ in Arabic. Now you can’t have him swanning around in diplomatic circles, introducing himself as Biggest Dick to people who probably consider themselves to be substantially bigger dicks than he is. Whatever would the serfs think.

Watch that: classic Monty Python clip

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I was wandering around the Bangla Road area in Patong. Stopping for a beer every now and then observing the scenery. Soi Sea Dragon still seemed fairly quiet, except that when I turned into it the first girl that I passed reached out and pinched my bum.

I’d never had my bum pinched in Thailand before so it took me by a bit of a surprise. But lo and behold, before I had gone but a few more paces, it happened again. It’s not an entirely unpleasant feeling but I have to confess I did discretely check my pockets. Nothing amiss. The only thing unusual was yet another tweak at the old buttock. So I decided to stop for a beer.

What was going on I asked, why was I getting my bum pinched so often in Soi Sea Dragon when it never gets piched anywhere else? They smiled and gave me my beer but they didn’t say anything. I think it must be a Soi Sea Dragon thing because it didn’t happen anywhere else. I haven’t been back there to see if it happens again.