It’s not unusual to spot a sexy guy in the Tube every morning, either going to work or returning. The rush hour is a veritable sea of potential, with blonde Eastern European men in stained jeans pressed against toned city boys badly hiding their packages and tight butts. But today, for some reason, there was an abundance of cute guys. I spotted three of them on my way home, and even had the luck to sit beside one.
The weather is shitty in London at the moment, but I’m still as horny as hell – as if the sun had never gone away.