War of the Wolves 27: Sweet Dreams, Little Wolf

Call all your friends, Lobo. I will slaughter them all.
Flashback: Dragan’s Fright Night
Today, we intended to present the next action-packed episode of War of the Wolves but alas, Joey can’t find the files. Please remind me never to trust her with important documents ever again.
Thankfully, I have a better memory than Joey and her unreliable hard drive. Not that I can ever forget Dragan, best friend and former Mistula rhythm guitarist. He was our first visitor from the UK, the one who ushered the British Invasion, sending Lobo and the Lycantroops into our home. Without him (and of course, Sam), there would never be War of the Wolves, and life won’t be as wild.
In the absence of wolves, I bring back the original Brit boy Dragan and a not-so-peaceful night in June, 2005.

Now I know why rockstars commit bloody suicide.
A Bedtime Story for Veritas

eL’s house, Quezon City

Veritas? Does the kimono fit?
It does, eL, thank you.

Are you alright?
Hot Holidays

Veritas said I have just turned my blog into peeping-tom paradise. But isn’t Christmas the season of love?
Here are more erotic pictures of Blanc Minuet and Rosarey to thaw out the frost in our hearts. Have a steamy Christmas!

Fire and Gold

Joey is quite amazed at how these pictures turned out. These were taken in one corner of the garage where daylight pools out nicely, and were barely Photoshopped. She has no idea how they came out fiery gold, or how she got Blanc and Rosarey to look as if they’re melting into each other. Now, more than ever, she is convinced we were created to be photographed.

A show of skin and sensuality. Click with caution.