Although I'm half expecting it, the buzzer and red lights scare me half to death as I step through the airport security scanner’s archway. Before I can fully react, a petite female member of staff approaches, taking over from captain buzzcut who had waved me forward. Guess men can't touch women. She ushers me aside and casts a quizzical eye all the way up me. “Señorita, I need to check over you.” She’s achingly European....

It’s cramped in the aeroplane bathroom but with my foot up on the toilet lid and breath fogging the tiny mirror over the tinier sink, his cock fits snugly as he ploughs me. Luring Mr Clark-Kent-glasses into my naughty net so soon after the seatbelt sign was turned off had been easy. Just dangle the promise of sex, flutter my lashes and brush his thigh. He’d barely given me time to study my reflection before he knocked on...

The myth about black men and the size of their equipment is just that; a myth, probably exacerbated by the porn industry. I know—sadly not first-hand—because I've researched it for a commissioned article. If I was solely after big dicks to fulfil my seemingly insatiable appetite for sex, statistically speaking I'd have moved to Ecuador ages ago. There's nothing spectacular, per se, about Owen's dick as I ride him. He plun...