This black fur rug feels a bit porny. Don’t make eye contact with the older lady in the corner. Oh god... I hope no one heard my stomach. Should have grabbed that damn chocolate bikkie. Really can’t see a thing with this light in my eyes. Gross, I can feel the sweat sliding down my…
Wet necks stretch gracefully; curled tendrils trace cheekbones as heads balance above the steaming water. A wave ripples out as breasts, followed by hips and thighs, emerge and wade to the bath’s edge, swinging over onto the textured tiles. A pair of eyes follow with interest.
A young girl watches the woman pass by, eyes…
A sea of flaccid penises seemed to stare at me as I undressed before the parade of predominantly middle-aged men. It’s not often someone gains my admiration while emerging naked in a locker room, but there I was, commending their courage to let it all hang and not give a shit. Perhaps it’s a little…