It’s dark outside, and I’ve found myself bent over a toilet seat with a hand on my bum and a foot in my face. Grunting…
“Naked? As is no clothes, tits out, vagina exposed?” “Precisely.” “And then you just frolic around in the nude, naked?” “Precisely,” Daisy repeated, smiling. “Hmm…”…
Claire and I were travelling through Turkey in August, the height of summer. Each day was a struggle as we attempted to dress modestly for…
