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I keep wondering if in the bowels of some Windsor Castle Museum there’s Al’s Original jewelry!

Of course he should. He’s so sexy it would take something external to add to his sexiness. Besides my tongue is a magnet to PA’s. It loves to gently tug on them. [swoon]

My 15 minutes of world fame will not be for sexual performance (alas).

Takes 2 hands? Hmmmmm

Well if he gets too cold I’m sure I can warm him up. [swoon]

I also make up tins of homemade cookies for the baristas at my favorite Sbux and for the staffs of each of my doctors. Amazing how they remember your name and needs.

Maybe just Brazilian?

Damn I wish he'd put on an apron to protect those jewels for my enjoyment.

Especially with Justino Diaz as Iago. The second act could actually be spine tingling. FWIW Domingo started out as a baritone. If I’m not mistaken his first recording is a Spanish language version of a Broadway show and he’s in a baritone role.

So many men: so little time!

Post it please.

Agreed but I’m enjoying it while he can.

Should be a capital offense. I’m allergic to meditation. Put me in a lotus position and a swarm of inane thoughts attack my brain But put me on a massage table and I automatically achieve nirvana immediately - unless someone speaks. One of the best massage experiences I ever had was with two very handsome guys who worked out of their high rise apartment several blocks west of Columbus Circle in New York. Their massage was deep and mainly therapeutic and rather asexual although we were all nude. They worked silently with balletic coordination: one on the upper body the other on the lower. And the one working on the lower body was completely blind. At the end they left the room quietly suggesting I could lie there as long as I needed. Even once dressed I needed to sit a bit before facing reality again. Wish I could find them again.

Be still my libido!!

Sorry but that body does NOT belong to a vegetarian!!!

Good conversation? He can be a damn Chatty Cathy while you’re lusting for that perfect body that’s sitting on your knee. At least that was my experience one of the few times he danced at the old Club 20 in NYC.

The cardamom is up here someplace.

Of course I’d like to scrub your back. Be right there!!!

If that doesn’t work I’d be happy to walk on your back.

Bend and stretch: Reach for the stars . . .

I guess I can focus for a while on the obvious.

Well that’s the answer to the age old question: “Where’s the beef?”

One can only hope

Mea Culpa. Different name same ‘ol body.

Thank you.