The Man Who Made Love Like an Artist
When I said I love men in my first story, I meant it. I love men so much and I was rightfully called a nymphomaniac by my friends because I have had sex with more than 300 men. Also, I don’t want any of you to judge me so that I can keep sharing my stories and stay young. They say staying horny keeps you younger.
So, this story is from my early teens. I was around 16 or 17. I was at my grandparents’ house for the summer holidays. It was in Himachal, a beautiful hilly area. All my aunts were already married and gone so my grandparents were living with my uncle. My uncle was a journalist and he used to bring hitchhikers home whenever he would meet one.
That year, in the early 90s, he brought a guy, who was from Cyprus, home with him. The guy was in his late 20s. He just had a backpack with him and he had been traveling for the last two years. He had plans to go to Nepal after India.
He used to spend his days walking around and writing in his diary. His English was not very good, neither was mine. It was the first time that I had met a white guy and he attracted me like hell. At that age, I would have fallen in love with a stone if I knew I had a chance. His name was hard to pronounce so we called him Ray.
He had a cute face with eyes as blue as the sea. He had light brown hair and he was really cute and…
