“With images of the great Sahara and swarthy Arabs in robes steaming up my imagination, Paul and I packed our bags and flew to Gibraltar to cross the Strait and begin our adventure.”

I really feel that my marriage of seven years had been sustained by our daring sexual adventures overseas. There is certainly joy in our weekend lovemaking, content in our lovely suburban home; the comfortable, familiar sex routes Paul and I have traveled over the years give us warm pleasure and relief from our jobs. Yet it is only outside our safe little home that sex becomes a wild and special event. On the

islands, our sex is unharnessed, like a wild animal. As we offer our bodies to the hot sun, our pleasure becomes boundless; we shed our inhibitions as quickly as we do our clothes.

And so it is that Paul... Read More