ANTONY MISETT

Posted on January 27, 2026

I met him by chance; he was Brazilian, manly, with that mustache and goatee that always drives me wild on a man. The conversation was direct, filled with steady glances and tense silences, until walking together felt natural. We ended up in my room without hesitation, as if we had both made the same decision from the start; the closeness, the energy between two confident bodies, and that pent-up desire did the rest.