I visit the bar. It’s not the same.

A new plaything?

I sat at the bar. It had been a long day. As I wrote in my notebook, the Olympics silently on the TV above my head, a beautiful woman, 25 or so, sat to my right. She seemed to know…

A beautiful, open, flirty bartender confesses to me that she’s never tasted her own – or any – pussy. I’m floored.