Classical Concert in a Church at Paris

In order to adjust back to Paris time, I woke up at nine in the morning.  Kind of the first time in Paris do I wake up so early.  I even had my breakfast. Called up a few friends in Paris but they were either not in or fast asleep.  I was fed up and… Continue reading Classical Concert in a Church at Paris

A Sunday at the Bookstore

They knocked at my door twice.  Never found out who there were.  Probably someone wanted to make my room.  Reminded me of those good University days when someone tried to wake me up in a lazy weekend afternoon. A very horrifying dream.  A very pretty girl kissing me while another guy playing with my dick. … Continue reading A Sunday at the Bookstore