My name is Emre, and I am a farmer in the hills of Turkey. My hands know the soil, my body knows the sun, and my days are long with work. But a man is not just his labor—his body must feel pleasure, not just strain. At night, when the fields are quiet and the stars are high, I remind myself: a man who only works forgets his own touch. So I slow down, let my rough hands explore the strength they have built. The sweat of the day is washed away, but the heat remains—a deep, pulsing warmth that calls for more than rest. A strong body deserves more than toil—it deserves pleasure, release, and the slow, lingering reward of knowing itself.
Handsome man
Emre, it’s a real pleasure reading you and an equal pleasure looking at you, such an handsome man you are!
Greetings from Holland
Hello from France! After carefully reading these delicious words, my appetite for Turkish farmers swells…
After a day of hard work comes the body’s comfort
Beautiful words from a beautiful sexy man. Want to visit Vienna? I’ll give you pleasure and release and receive the same from you. Two men make more pleasure for each other than just one for himself.