I love traveling.
I love cold countries, perhaps that is why I have decided to stop by Alaska during my 5 months long holiday adventure.

I love traveling.
I love cold countries, perhaps that is why I have decided to stop by Alaska during my 5 months long holiday adventure.
Skating rink, I love them, I hate them.
It was one of those days when I was at Pyramid Ice. I captured this picture with my iPhone, and thought the guy was pretty good looking.
I don’t know, but I have been always in the liking for someone that is younger than me. My friends say that I like them you, I guess.
I used to buy a lot of condoms.
No, I do not use them. Well, maybe once or twice, but very seldom.
Condoms to me are never a mix. I dislike the smell, I dislike the ‘action’ of having to take off the condom after a good fuck. Most people would want to just rest after a good 3 hours of bedding session, I would appreciate that too.
One of the nice things in a relationship is holding hands.
I like to hold the boy’s hands. Whether is it in the car, or just generally giving him that brisk hug that he deserves.
Holding hands to me is the kind of physical intimacy that is the kind of expression of feelings that I have for the boy. It gives the means of being present in that someone’s personal space. I hold hands with the boy, is because I want to share the things that he has, the personal space.
Holding hands significates the affection that I have to the boy.
Of recent, the boy has been avoiding holding my hand. Not to say totally avoid, but rather, with little response when I try to hold his hand…