Debauchery Square

Bianca gripped my arm tightly as we walked past the burly, handsome, yet mildly curmudgeonly cop guarding the entrance to Debauchery Square.

I’d become a regular at the Dragon Club. High-class working girls, rich guys, libertines, and other assorted decadents from Debauchery Square.

I was here to visit the Debauchery Square gloryhole. An emerald green painted door on a red brick building, I rapped hard with my knuckle…

Hubby handwritten sign on the floor reminded me how forbidden our sex was, even here, in the public convenience of Debauchery Square…