To mentally and physically prepare myself for the upcoming Berlin Fashion Week and our spaced out circus party (above all), I went to Portugal, to Praia da Luz to be precise. Here I sit in a hut with red ocher roof and a rusty balcony and watch the sea. Nice, isn’t it.
Unfortunately I forgot my trunks at home (or exactly haven’t found them while packing in a rush a few hours before departure), so I have to a) always jump in the pool naked and b) buy me new ones soon. It looks like a family with kids has moved in one of the neighborhood houses. And I don’t want to eventually confront with “Lil ‘Jaki’.
After some research, the choice of my new swimwear is now finally fixed: the photorealistic Orlebar Brown shorts will protect my cock from the greedy eyes of the young family. Shame on you, you bastards! Have just seen how you were staring!