Virgin Romantic: Summer of ’42

Some things in life just have to be experienced. You can watch all the documentaries you like, read as many text books, listen to those who have been there, but the physical sensations are what really count.
The first sight of the Grand Canyon. The dip of the roller coaster. The bite of wasabi. Your first [...]

Sales of the Titty

I go all weak above the knees when a big-bosomed waitress leans low over the table to serve me a slender latte. She knows exactly where my eyes are fixed and why I’m unable to talk or breathe or do anything but drool as my gaze is drawn irresistibly down her cleavage.