ḤΔΜΜāΜ (Patreon)

Though I've never set foot in Constantinople, it lingers as a distant dream, a city of desire etched into my heart. In the depths of my slumber, I wander bare, drifting through the misty embrace of a ḥammām, thick with steam and manly bodies aglow with heat. Around me, men—unashamed, unapologetic—move like gods in the haze, their strength palpable, their virility a hymn to their nature. Their skin glistens, each bead of sweat a jewel adorning chests adorned with curls like nightfall. These men, like forbidden blooms, thrive in the shadows of Pleasure, where touch is an unspoken language and the air is heavy with longing.

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