Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

. . . . . . Areeya: A goddess with balls

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In a wave of religious devotion thousands of men in India have taken to dressing up as the Goddess Radhi. Radhi, or Radhika as she is sometimes called, was a consort of Lord Krishna, noted for the clarity of her devotion.

According to a story on Ananova it seems that modern devotees of the Lord can express themselves more clearly if they slip into a sari first. Says retired railwayman V. K. Saxena, 72; “I can’t put it into words properly but I feel more holy dressed as a woman.”

Radhi herself was an incarnation of the goddess Lakshmi who was the giver of wealth and prosperity. Cash and crumpet, what more could a deity want? Well according to Saxena: “The Lord told me he wanted me as his bride.” And to fulfill that role he gets to sashay round New Delhi in womens clothing. I wonder If goddesses have sexy underwear too.

Now call me a cynic but I can’t help thinking that if Krishna had wanted a goddess that was hung like a donkey he would have been more inclined to go for someone like Areeya. What do you think?

Don’t click, just think about my pussy

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“Wow”, she said as my jocks dropped to the floor. “Wow” she said again as she squeezed my thickening dick in the shower. Complementing a client on the size of his dick is a good business practice for working girls and most of them would tell you it was a whopper even if you were hung like a gnat.

But like most men, I consider myself to be only slightly above average, I’m certainly no Desmond donkey drawers. This young lass thought otherwise. “Wow” she said as I lay on my back reaching full stretch.

At this point she bottled. She was one of the student types that hop over the border from Shenzhen to hook for a week or so and stock up on Louis Vuitton bags and shoes.

Now I’m not sure what her boyfriends across the border might be like but it prompted me to drop a line to my old friend Captain Outrageous to ask if, in his considerable experience, he thought there was any truth in the notion that Asian dicks are significantly smaller than western dicks.

“I’ve no idea,” chortled the Captain, “I’ve not really had any experience with western dicks other than my own … and that’s a monster! Most of my ladyboy friends have to stand up in the taxi going home”

But I digress. The lady was sitting on the bed next to me fashioning a small circle with her thumb and index finger. “Smar” she said pointing at her pussy with her other index finger. Then she grabbed my cock and said; “Big”. She offered me a hand job. I made it clear that I hadn’t travelled across Hong Kong for a hand job but she was not interested. I took one last look at her tight little pussy put my clothes back on an left.

I’ve no interest in making the girl feel uncomfortable and, in retrospect, I was grateful that she refused. I have known girls who take another approach and slather on way too much KY. The problem with this is that lube gets inside the condom and the thing slips off. And that’s a risk that neither of us need.

So I tried another door, another student from China, but this one was much more enthusiastic.

You’re probably wondering why Zeina is all wrapped up what appears to be a curtain or bed sheet. Well Zeina is Indian and Indian ladies happen to look great in large pieces of cloth. In India it would be called a sari and is a respectable item of clothing.

But I still prefer the idea of getting tangled up in large sheets. Especially if I can get tangled up in the same one that Zeina is tangled up in.

She apparently comes from east India. Now there is quite a lot of east India but judging by her skin colour I would suggest well to north of Chennai (formerly Madras). I’ve never been over that side of India but if the girls all look this good then it is high time I did.

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See also: Review: Inside Asha Kuamara

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Diwali is a time of giving sweet treats and Penelope is one of the sweetest treats I could imagine. She is also very sexy indeed.

Models from India, or anywhere else on the sub-continent for that matter, are few and far between. Of the the others only Asha Kumara, and Gaya Patal really standout. That makes these top quality pics of Penelope even more special.

I don’t know much about her, I’m guessing that she is from the south of India. She has a deliciously dark complexion that makes you want to lick her all over, gorgeous tits, tight little pussy and eyes that could pin you to the wall and raise your flag-pole at fifty paces.

The pictures come from ATK Exotic, click the pic for more.

Happy Diwali

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And: Last year

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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