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Festival at Pali Hills is one of our greatest festivals
celebrated at my countryside. The temple is situated at
the top of a hill called Pali Hills. People have to climb
the hills walking steep steps and the festival time is only
time people visited the temple. The hill is situated in
the middle of paddy fields, which are spread infinite if we
see from the top of the hill. Wooden horses and oxen are
constructed and decorated with white clothes and filled
with hay to make them appear like real. Men who are drunk
to their maximum capacity carried the effigies to the
hilltop on shoulders. Country made liquor is served to
everyone who needed and willing to consume free of cost. (more…)

My mom was a real slut. I guess in a lot of ways it wasn’t
her fault. She got pregnant with me when she was 15 and
whoever my Dad was (she never would tell me) left town and
she never saw him again. Her parents threw her out and she
had a hard time makin’ her way in life. When I was about
16, we were livin’ in a broken down trailer near a bar
where she worked in Amarillo. By that time, I’d figured
out that I liked fuckin’ as much as she did. And it didn’t
much matter to me who I fucked, male or female. (more…)

My wife wanted to know why I never let her go to my poker nights and I
tried to explain that it was my night out with the boys .She then asked
why then does Beth get to play? I explained that Beth was like one of
the ` guys `. She wasn’t buying it and finally I agreed that when it was
my turn again to host it she could stay and play. I figured that would
give me three weeks and maybe she would change her mind about being
there. You see, Beth may have been one of the guys, but she definitely
added a lot of spice to the game. She would start making `side bets’
with us that had nothing to do with the money in the pot. (more…)

I graduated with my nursing degree in the fall of nineteen eighty nine,
third in my class of thirty seven and was anxious to got to work in the
real world, unfortunately the “real world” happened to be a remote part
of West Virginia. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with the
state or even the people for that matter, but it is not the place for a
middle aged gay white male, especially one that grew up in the
metropolitan area of Georgia. It didn’t take long, however, to get
into the flow of things and I began to enjoy working at the hospital
although I had no social life. I subscribed to a couple of male
magazines since they could not be bought for at least fifty miles away
and spent my long and lonely nights jerking my rod off to the pictures
of hot young men that graced their pages. (more…)

If my wife Laura had not made so many careless mistakes, I would not be
writing this now. When a man finds a pubic hair on the sheets that does
not match the color of his or his wife’s hair, it suggests that another
person has been in that bed. When he arrives home from work, walks into
the bedroom and catches a whiff of musky semen, he becomes even more
suspicious. But could his imagination be playing tricks on him? (more…)