Fucking a stranger
The intimacy of anonymityI’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,...
