A thirty-five-year-old American extends his conference trip to New Delhi, India, to feed a fetish for fourteen-year-old Indian boys that a New York friend of his is encouraging him to pursue. He hooks up with a teenage taxi driver and tourist guide who helps him out with his hopeful plan.
He had met her once. She was of barely average height, but she gave the impression that she was looking down on him. He remembered feeling embarrassed, as if he had failed her in some way. It's not as if she were a great beauty or simmeringly sexy in some way. No, Della was as non-descript as they come, a brunette with nothing particularly attractive about her. But the memory was indelible. And now, God only knows why, he had agreed to take her to dinner.
Life was becoming complicated in hiding his fetish for fourteen-year-old boys in Washington, D.C., so a music professor and symphony orchestra celloist moved to rural Bridgewater, Virginia, to avoid temptation. An invitation to mentor a fourteen-year-old violin prodigy at the Garth-Newel music center in the Allegheny Mountains, though, in addition to the charms of the son of a B&B owner, puts temptations squarely in the professor's path.
What would make a sophisticated, well-educated American man in his early thirties take a job running coffee and cinnamon plantations in rural East Timor for a Portuguese export house? It couldn't be because the age of consent for teenage boys there is fourteen, could it?
Joseph was being taught about sex from his gay uncle. He liked sex a lot … both the oral and anal parts. Then his mom finds out and try’s to teach him the correct way he is to have sex … just between a man and a woman. Let’s just say that Joseph is a fast learner!!!!!
A (mostly) true tale: Lilly welcomed the filth and the degradation and as the 17-year old Asian beauty felt her lust growing out of control, Lilly teetered for a second on the edge of indecision. Should she surrender herself completely to the bestial urges that sought, quite literally, to befoul and defile her, body and soul? Should she let go? Should she give herself up to this vile, drooling savage in this pit of filth? “Yeah!” She moaned, “YEEAAAAAAH