The Cottaging CD
It was Autumn, the leaves were changing colour, there had already been early frosts, but today was especially sunny and pleasant. I decided to take a leisurely amble to my local public toilets, a place where all of my previous sexual encounters had taken place, just to check if anyone was up for some adult fun. Upon entering, I was greeted with the sight of flickering fluorescent lighting and the overpowering smell of bleach, with the heating turned up high. I checked the stalls and the...