Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

Spicy dish: Click the pic and Gaya will show you her shaved Indian pussy

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I had the luxury of being in an office today when a group of ladies uttered a collective “eeiiuuw!!“. They’d just read the news that the authorities in Bihar, one of India’s poorest states, were encouraging people to eat rats in an effort to beat the food shortages.

Rats steal rice so by eating them you not only conserve the rice you get a meal at the same time. Rats are cheap, plentiful and easy to breed. In fact you can’t stop the little fuckers.

Now not all rats live in the sewers and those that don’t I would put far lower on the eeiiuuw scale than something like oysters or caviar. Just think about what oysters and caviar really are for a moment … and remember that oyster isn’t even cooked … eeiiuuw your right!

Now I’ve eaten some pretty funky things on my travels, snakes, grasshoppers, sheep’s testicles and fugu, a fish so toxic that chefs in Japan need a special licence to prepare it. Harkarl, which is Icelandic for shark meat that has been buried in the volcanic ash until it makes the stinkiest of stinky cheese lovers wince, is washed down with Brenivin (aka black death) which is a schnapps made from potatoes and old socks.

Rats, I can assure you, are not at all bad. Minced, mixed with spices and cooked kebab style in a clay oven would be typically Bihari. Serve with dahl which can be licked directly from Gaya Patal, yumm!

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For those of you that like your eroticism a bit arty I urge you to go check out this delicious Indian girl over at Beauty and Sin. She goes by the name of Mohini and she is from Jaipur in Rajasthan where taking pictures like these would generally be frowned upon.

According to her profile Mohini “… believes in self discipline, instinct, constant learning, subtle curves, and attention to detail.” She also likes “… a memory to embrace, and a guilty pleasure to reflect upon with a knowing smile.”

So do I, Mohini, so do I

See more: Mohini
Read also: Savita Bhabhi: Indian anime
Read also: Inside Asha Kumara

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I came across some Indian anime the other day. It documents the saucy adventures of Savita Bhabhi, a bored Indian lady who’s husband is, conveniently, never around. I think Bhabhi means something along the lines of “neighbours sexy wife” but I may be wrong. I know there are some readers from India out there so please feel free to correct me.

It may not be as sophisticated as other types of anime but hey, a journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step right? and Savita Bhabhi is an admirable first step.

The stories are updated daily. The first episode concerns a travelling bra salesman who gets himself into a bit of a … well go read for yourself.

For those of you that prefer real flesh and blood click on the thumbnail to the left to read all about the sub-continents hottest babe, Asha Kumara and her sweet little pussy

Visit: Savita Bhabi
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Now if Real Doll made an Asha Kumara model I would be the first to place an order

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In his new book Love and Sex with Robots, artificial intelligence expert David Levy claims we shall soon be shagging androids. I haven’t read it, I haven’t been able to find a copy and I can’t be arse’d to order it online. But from reading a few reviews I’m beginning to wonder why anyone would fork out for book that spends 320 pages stating the obvious.

For as long as I can remember women have been using vibrators and men have been using a wide variety things, from inflatable sheep to putting a piece of prime steak under the grill for a few minutes and then wrapping that around their cock, in their private moments alone.

The current state of the art sex toy for men is Real Doll. These have completely articulated skeletons to allow anatomically correct positioning and use a blend of the best silicone rubbers for an ultra flesh-like feel. Each doll is custom made to your specifications. You can choose from a range of body types, skin tones, faces and hair styles.

A Real Doll

The dolls look pretty good, I could fuck one. And since the company has been in business for over ten years presumably plenty of people are happily fucking them. Adding robotics and artificial intelligence is the obvious next step.

The problem I have with them is; what do you do when you get bored and want another. You can’t exactly give them their taxi fare and send them home like you can with a bar girl. True they won’t get jealous if you bring another one back but at the princely sum of US$6,499 you’re not going to be doing that too often. And they are not going to get any cheaper once the software is installed.

I suppose you could always start a brothel and try to recoup some of your investment. You wouldn’t have to pay the dolls, they could work 24/7 and there would be no risk of unwanted pregnancies or life threatening diseases.

Incidentally, the state of the art sex toy for women is me and I’m much cheaper than a Real Doll

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First Innings: Have you ever licked your monitor? I nearly did, just now. I had a picture of Asha Kumara’s pussy filling the entire screen, and it’s a big screen. Her pussy looks good even from over the other side of the room but I had my nose about two inches from it. I could see the texture of her skin, blue polished fingertips clasping at her bum.

It is a great picture. My eyes traced every curve, I tried to imagine the scent of her skin, I swear I heard her giggle softly as she felt the tickle of my breath on the back of her thighs … and then I snapped out of my reverie.

The picture comes from a set called Cricket Cutie. Cricket is a noble sport and one of Asha’s favourites. It also provides the epithets needed to describe my condition; I was bowled over, knocked for six. I admired her delicious crease and then … ahem, I found myself on a rather sticky wicket.

Second Innings: In India folks are as obsessed with cricket as I am with sex but for, the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what the outfit she was wearing in that set had to do with cricket. I’ll defer to her superior knowledge on that, the important thing was that she took it off and showed me her pussy.

There are lots of pictures of Asha’s pussy in the members area. They are a generous 1600×1066 pixels and are all beautifully shot. Indeed all the pictures are beautifully shot and capture the sequence of events, as she strips off, without ever becoming too repetitive. (continues here.., more pics too…)

November 9th - Diwali falls on the day of ‘Amavasyaa’ when the moon does not rise and there is darkness all around.

Light is the symbol of hope and positive things. It indicates the victory of good over evil. In India prople fill their homes and hearts with light. By spreading light in every corner of our premises we try to destroy the reign of darkness on the night of diwali.

When radiant Asha Kumara smiles she spreads light into all corners of my premises and makes certain significant corners absolutely tingle.

According to Hindu reckoning, the date of Diwali falls on 15th day of the dark fortnight in the month of Kartik (October/November in the Gregorian calendar). There will be fireworks in India tonight but a night with Asha Kumara and her sweet Indian pussy would be positively explosive!

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Numerous readers have e-mailed me wondering if Asha Kumara is really Indian. And if I thought not, then where did I think she actually came from.

To be honest, I didn’t give it that much thought at first. She is drop dead gorgeous and I’d happily fuck her from here to Bangalore and back. But the question returned so I thought I’d take another look.

She has shiny black hair and beautiful, dark brown skin that is no doubt scented with exotic perfumes and tastes of the forbidden.

Her back is smooth and her breasts and hips a firm and full. Full too are her lips which are ever ready with a smile, and her dark eyes, one moment impish the next, deep pools of desire in which a man can easily drown.

She looks Indian so far, but that nose, that cute little button that wrinkles with every laugh. That nose that makes me want to gather her in my arms and never let her go. That nose is from Southeast Asia.

I’ve seen people that look like Asha before, they are rare and beautiful indeed. You can find them in Southern Thailand, Malaysia and Indonesia. And yes, you can find them in India too, look in the coastal regions of the south.

They are a mix but their lineage goes back many centuries, back to when seafarers from South Asia and the Arabian peninsula first crossed the Indian Ocean to trade fabrics and spices with the peoples of the Malay peninsula.

They met, they mingled and they loved. And happily for us they produced offspring as beautiful as Asha.

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