Sauna (again) (!)

Alright, the truth of the matter is this:

Saunas are a quick fix solution for people as sex obsessed as I am.

What is also true is that I always go with high expectations, you know, wanting there to be a harem of young dashing men, all of whom wouldn't mind pulling their swords out for a piece of me. Alas, the sauna has never met these expectations, and most probably, never will.

So, why do I go? Because I just can't help myself.

Having said this, I have vowed not to go to a sauna for another four weeks at least..longer if I can manage it.

Earlier that day I received a text:

'(My name)! Are you in London?'

'Yes I am. Your name hasn't come up on my phone, who is this?' - my reply.

'Achilles' (boy from a few weeks back, if you recall)

'Hi, how are you doing? what are you up to?'

'Was thinking a possible Sauna sesh ;)'

'Well, I have some work on today, but perhaps we could meet at six later, go to some uncharted territory?'

'Oh, that's too late for me'

'Maybe next time then'

At 4pm that evening I text him again, as I was on my way out to PleasureDrome in Waterloo. He said he was in back home ('home' being another county altogether)

So, I went alone.

Pleasuredrome is the place, if you'll recall, where I lost my sauna virginity.

It has improved so much in that it's now fully refurbished, has a greater range of males present (then again, it was a Sunday afternoon), and the range of rooms is far seedier than other saunas I've visited.

We now have a glory hole/orgy section, a stand up sauna, a jacuzzi, a range of private cubicles and all of these in very dark lighting. The steam room and saunas were the same as before.

There were two studs, fifty unattractive men and about ten in-betweens. I managed to pull a man who was a dancer. A good firm body, awesome kissing ability and moist hair which I was fully able to grab a hold of and play with as we made out in a private cubicle.

I've come to realise, I judge men based on their penis size and kissing ability. It's quite simple. If they have these, and a flat stomach, we're 90% there, I would say.

I came out feeling emptied (good), but still a little unsatisfied (Puh!).

And then came the vow to Katerina, once I was back at the flat.

'Don't let me go for at least four weeks'.

'Are you sure?' she asked, her eyebrows arched, her lips bemused.