Gym Vibing

Starbucks baristas are notorious for misspelling my name when taking my order and writing it on the paper cup. It comes out meaning nothing to me, but clearly meaning something to the barista taking the order in whatever language they speak. How many ways can you spell “Keredim”? Ask a Starbucks Barista. I have a friend who has the … Continue reading Gym Vibing

Sex In Malaga

It was April and I was in Malaga for medical reasons. You see, the UK might offer economic opportunities and basic social freedoms, like allowing same-sex individuals snog in public places without fear of reprisals, if doesn’t offer sunshine. As a result  I have to top up my  Vitamin D levels periodically and my doctor … Continue reading Sex In Malaga

Conversation with the Barber

Went to have my hair cut on New Year’s Eve by my regular barber. His name is Emenike. Good looking, average height, well-groomed beard, with a lean physique you get from hard labour – he hardly has any fat on him. Naturally, I have checked out his butt and he has absolutely nothing to be … Continue reading Conversation with the Barber

MUSCLE BASHING

I really do not consider myself  “muscled”. My weight and body definition varies depending on the amount of cakes I have consumed the previous week.  I go the gym a fair amount and from past posts, you would have perceived that I like me some muscle in bed. Yes, I love muscled guys. I like … Continue reading MUSCLE BASHING