Archives for posts with tag: pancakes

Buffet breakfast. Double pancakes.

Pirate ship across the lake.

A lovely walk up and down the 400 year old road, covered in moss.

With a tea stop in an old tea house. Plus rice thing.

The beautiful, peaceful, gorgeous onsen.

The sneaky orgasm.

The tiny cake thing that we watched getting made.

Video calling Jo.

Freddie’s open mouth sleeping. Like Han.

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Watching the monks doing their morning prayers at 6am.

Walking through the magical old graveyard on Koyasan with the huge 600 year old trees and the moss covered stones with the rain falling and the sun shining. It was perfect and beautiful and I took a hundred photos.

Lighting the incense in the rain in the temple with 10,000 lanterns that never go out.

Pancake for second breakfast.

Double pancakes for dessert. After sushi starter and gyoza main. All in different places.


I made pancakes out of cottage cheese. And it tasted good.

RuPaul’s final. Yas Sasha! Absolutely slayed it!

Dinner, drinks, a walk in the park with Jonny. Swings, perving on men and park gym. And then he saw a house that he wants to move into. Please let him get it.

A beautiful start to the day.

‘My brothers middle name is Vincent. After a guy at work.’

Pancakes and kissing on the sofa.

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The best seat in the office. In the corner, in the sun. No one can see my screen and I can see the garden.
Pancakes in the office.
My new toy. So far it’s just funny. So many settings.

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The penis ballerina
Pancakes. A day too soon but still delicious.
‘Why were you on your knees, Michael?’

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The clouds wrapping over the mountains by Lake Tekapo.
Pear pancakes for breakfast.
Garage mechanic banter. “And this….is completely empty.” Oh.

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Having a clean kitchen floor

A Milkybar bunny

Pancakes with friends. Lots of pancakes. And lovely friends.