My enduring fantasy I am little boy for some reason staying with his schoolteacher in some leafy steamy paradise

My enduring fantasy, I am little boy for some reason staying with his schoolteacher, in some leafy steamy paradise. She walking around in swimsuits or nothing at all. F–king him. This will be my book. My Under the Hill. My Willing Cheeks. Berlin? My erotic education.

I used to call it the Kunthotel in Kuntstraße. I was so uninspired and unaroused this time it never even crossed my mind

I used to call it the Kunthotel, in Kuntstraße. I was so uninspired and unaroused this time it never even crossed my mind. In those days the glorious floozies of Hanky Panky, Chocolat, Mon Cheri, Starlight, Night Dreams, Golden Gate, Blue Bananas, Sissi and Monte Carlo took me to erotic highs I had never known before in my life. Those days are long gone.

Irini in —–

Irini in —–. Damn served by other one again, but did I imagine her looking my way as I waited for my change, and did IRINI say have a nice evening to me as I walked away even though she hadn’t served me? Interesting!