Last night, as Aliki and I watched the fireworks go off over spectacular Copacabana, I found myself thinking of what I would like for 2018. Not resolutions. I don’t believe in them: they’re usually just a laundry list of unattainable targets that is postponed from one new year to another. Read More
One of our most memorable erotic experiences with Xander has been the two hours spent together with Cristina de la Madera at her studio. I know what you are thinking of and I am gonna have to stop you right there. Cristina is a photographer. Read More
When you are surrounded by sandy beaches and crashing waves it is difficult to imagine that it is Christmas time and cold winter in Europe. It is, however, rather easy to imagine that it’s the time and place for sex. Read More
I am standing in a corner of the room, in front of the big ornate mirror of Fata Morgana. Fixing my make up. The music from the dance floor is pounding in my ears. The place is tastefully decorated, though I will never take a liking to the concept of mixed changing rooms. Read More
As a woman, you would never accept your guy hitting you, would you?
Except if it happens exactly when you want it, exactly where you want it and exactly as you want it. Which in my case is hard, but without any violence. On the cheeks, but not on the face. When I am on top, but only in particular circumstances, ie when I feel like it.