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Okay, maybe this time the experts can go figure out yourselves what's new with Kakiku. Compare this with the previous update and have a little spot-the-difference game ya!
one gay boy, one dysfunctional city, one naked blog
I was having trouble conceiving a good reason why your eyes had lingered a little too long over me, or rather around the vicinity of my upper body. In a frenzied rush of post-Bodyjam cleaning and changing, I could find an endless array of tasty spots where I would lay my eyes on in this space choked with sweaty bodies in various stages of undress, but of course, I kept them focused on Sindy, who was just explaining frantically why he absolutely needed one full hour to clean up after unceremoniously abandoning me in the middle of the first recovery track.
You reached for your Adidas tee, but didn’t look like you would put it on anytime soon. (Gosh, that chest could crush an asamboi seed.) Sindy was finally done and left, while I simultaneously wrapped myself in a towel, did a quick check to see if I had anything weird stuck to my chest or abs, and bit my lips as a gentle reminder that this is definitely no Kakiku or Mandi-Manda and overdue glances are not to be mistaken as invitations for sex.
Not that the showers or the steam sauna are safe enough for this anyway.
I think I need a much more sensitive radar to sort out the queer folks here, I thought, as I slipped into an empty cubicle, hung my towel, and turn on the showers.
With the curtains drawn, of course!
Hatiku kaku, dibiarkan bogel dikelilingi harapan and janji kosong yang tajam, bersebaran dari setiap sudut and penjuru... from Kaku
Please rescue my tired soul from the constant overly-undiscriminating need to seek attention and affection to prove my worth and justify my existence... from Dear God
Skirting the edges between yes’s and no’s, could’s and could not’s, maybe yes’s and maybe not’s are perhaps what made life so worth living... from Perhaps Not
A tinge of loneliness I felt, as I struggled to remove myself from the entangled mass of copulating bodies in heightened crave on a Full Moon Party... from A Tinge Of Loneliness
A love bite, an intentional poison, an evil plan, a wicked arrangement, to extend physical complications beyond expiry... from A Love Bite