In a week’s time, I was to meet a young woman who wanted to make love to me. It was something I had never done, but I was doing it to simply please my boss now that I was promoted as his personal secretary.
I suddenly saw myself as some sort of young adult version of the sexpot star in Richard Gere’s and Julia Roberts’ film Pretty Woman. If I played my cards right I would do very well. The BMW was maybe just a start, I thought.
I decided to get my genitals pierced after reading how much it could improve a woman’s s*x life and pleasure down below, not just during s*x, but also just by crossing my legs! On my third and final visit to the old physiotherapist who looked after my injured knee in past weeks, I asked him for advice on whom to trust for such a personal thing.
The therapist told
