An inventive pair dials up pleasure when they bring their exhibitionistic fantasy to life.

“I want to fuck you in a phone booth.”

I knew Van was the one for me when I didn’t see a bulge in his pocket.

“I want to press you up against the glass and lift up your little skirt.”

The boys in the city—they all have a well-worn rectangle on the back of their jeans from where their smart phones sit. In fact, the newest types of pants come with larger pockets to fit the latest models. Not Van. At first, I thought maybe he carried his cell in his coat—better than allowing his family jewels to be irradiated. But the first time he handed me his coat to hang up, there was no telltale weight. It was just a coat—a nice red-and-blue plaid... Read More