ONCE again, I am writing poetry.
Mostly when I am on the trains of Europe.
Like when I have 9 hours and 20 minutes from Prague to Warsaw, or 32 hours and 44 minutes from Warsaw to Bucharest via Budapest.
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My poems are decidedly erotic.
Because I planned to write erotic stories from my 2017 Grand Tour of Europe, and I only managed to write seven stories about the nine men I conquered.
I am not going to make that mistake this time.
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On this tour, Iām going to write poems.
Short impressions of the boys, and men, that I took like there was no pandemic going on in this world.
With poetry, I can even write five poems about one boy.
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Since December 2021, I have been a very lucky guy.
I have had my pickings of Northern English lads, plus a proper Scotsman, and an Irishman.
And after flying to Sweden, wellā¦
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But you see, everything started on a very lucky New Yearās Day.
I had an assignation for the evening of January 1.
I told myself, if I get laid, 2022 will be my rockstar year.
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But āgetting laidā is such a vague term.
And quite frankly, when I use it, there is a resignation for me that what happens happens.
I can bottom, I can flip flop, I can top.
Whatever happens happens when I set my mind on getting laid.
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So, for New Yearās Day, I decided to just be top.
If Iām not gonna top, Iām not hooking up.
I can bottom another day, I can flip flop on the next, but for the first day/night of the year, Iām going to be just top!
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Luckily for me, I landed in a land of bottoms.
And that was that for me on New Yearās Day.
Also, you have got to understand that I am 53 years old this year.
Granted that I look young for my age, Iām still not the most desired choice of young boys in their 20s, or even 30s.
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Now, I understand that men in their 40s or 50s, or even 60s, find me really attractive.
But for this European tour of 2021-22, I wanted young blood.
Boys in their twenties are fine.
And Iāll take some of them thirties, too!
And so far, Iāve been a very, very, very lucky man.
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Where is love in all these?
You tell me.
I love Love.
I live to love.
And I love with all my being.
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But sometimes, love just isnāt enough.
Some people only need sex.
And if that is their language of love, I swear, Iāll speak that language, too.
I can be very proficient in that language.
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I stayed in three cities in Sweden: Stockholm, Vasteras, and Kiruna.
And I got to top three Swedes, one from each of these cities.
The three cities were unlike each other.
You can call them: urban, suburban, rural.
So I got a rich sampling of the Swedish population!
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And then, there was Prague.
My play for Prague is a little more different.
This time, I want to be pleasured.
Remember those Bel-Ami porn videos?
Well, I want those Bel-Ami type boys!
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And for what is my money if I canāt buy what I want?
Who is Peter Solis Nery if he cannot help himself?
My claims as a sex positivist, and my reputation as a sex guru, rest on my own exploits and substantiation.
If there is someone who can do it, it has got to be me!
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A friend of a friend suggested that I get the boys online.
So, I booked an erotic massage.
And just because I had a good deal with my hotel suite, I decided to book a different boy for a āboyfriend experience.ā
In the end, both boys ended up doing what I wanted.
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I had my Czech pornstar colossus.
And I had my Greek Adonis.
One after another, all in less than 12 hours!
Peter Solis Nery is a real sex god!
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Details of my sex life on the road?
Thatās what my erotic poetry is all about.
Wait for it!/PN
