Een mannelijke man dwaalt door de stad waar hij een geheime bioscoop ontdekte waar hij een verrassende groepseks kreeg met vreemden

It was a cold January day, when a perfectly innocent shopping trip ended with a filthy but erotic encounter in a seedy Soho cinema.

As I walked around London's busy Oxford Street, searching high and low for a pair of jeans that would show off my pert arse and muscular thighs to their full glory,

I decided to take my search to Carnaby Street.

I walked into a shop and began scanning the rails for the perfect pair, when a handsome young man came and asked me if I was okay.

This guy was of average height and build with spiky, cropped, brown hair and emerald-like green eyes.