Sex in a City
“This is it?” asked Charline. “The map showed just beyond Fox Park,” replied Charlie. “Are you sure?” “Am I sure?” “Are you sure?” “Heard about it from a friend.” Unnoticed and unobserved in the falling snow, Charlie and Charline stepped around a pile of rubbish in front of a snow-capped warehouse in Old Soulard. The heavy iron door clanged open to a large glowing cavern. Condom on Your Tongue boomed from the walls. Nude models in body paint roamed the floor, stirring the pot for the grand opening of Naughty Gras.Charlie gestured. Now this is what I’ve been talking about” “I hate this place. Why don’t we go someplace quieter and half-way normal?” “Yours?” “Oooooh no. We can stay here, I suppose,” Charline answered hastily. “I have a treat for you,” taking off her coat and gloves. Four hundred revelers had flocked to the bacchanal, away from the veil of everyday life: sexy art and sensual costumes, a urinal crafted from a female figure, an eye staring out from the female organ, a girl i...