It was the summer holiday I’d dreamed of for years. I took the train across to Paris, then down to Spain, where I’d read about this resort with a really good nudist beach. I wanted to expand my comfort zone, and this was how I was going to do it. Check-in at the hotel was uneventful, I went to my room, unpacked, had a shower, poured myself a glass of wine from the bottle I’d bought between the station and the hotel (organ...

I’ve got a little story about visiting a sauna in London. I’d been out with friends for the afternoon, and then the evening, and there had been a gradual intake of delicious cold drinks over the hours. So by the time I waved people goodbye at the station, I was feeling rather horny. I was in the mood for some man-on-man fun, the more anonymous the better. And you know what that means: Sauna Time! I popped to a cashpoint,...