I tried to chalk up the beautiful guy’s disappearing act as just a weird thing. He’d initiated everything. He’d given me two mind-blowing orgasms. Somewhere along the way, he’d chickened out. I wasn’t to blame, and this wasn’t my problem, it was his. That’s what I tried to tell myself. Every night I pulled out my purple vibe, trying to find relief. The problem was that my body craved something much different now. Chocolat...

Having friends who have a heated pool is a major perk. Of course, having friends who live in one of the nicest developments in the city helps, too. They’ve kept me busy and distracted since the break with Michael and the weird hook up at the club. And yes, they’re the kinds of friends I can confess weird hook-ups to.Finding myself in a gold bikini, sitting by a heated pool, with a very strong drink in my hand is something...

You are never going to believe what happened to me last night. Okay, well maybe you will, especially if you read about my amazing Christmas. I went to a sex club last night. Oh no, that’s not the whole story. It was one I knew of, one Michael promised to take me to a thousand times. Before he… well, hell, before he broke it off with me. No word, no explanation, just… gone after a, “I can’t do this anymore.” I’m too sexual...

Michael’s plane landed this morning, and we checked into the Grand Hotel Amrath in Amsterdam this afternoon. I’d like to say we’ve toured Amsterdam already, or at least eaten dinner. We’ve been naked since we got into the hotel room. Michael didn’t even wait for the bellhop to leave. His hand was under my skirt and in my panties while he handed the man his tip. He was good looking. If he’d shown more interest, Michael mig...

Walking through the streets of Munich, I feel self-conscious, as if anyone looking at me can figure out my secret. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Have I turned into a complete sex fiend? It started last night while I was on the phone with Michael. “I want you to go to the Englischer Garden tomorrow while you tour the city, Karly.” “Oh, I plan on it! I hear it’s beautiful and bigger than Central Park back home. I can’t wa...

I wasn’t sure I was going to ever fall asleep last night. Paris was calling my name. Thankfully Michael called me last night. He said it was because he wanted to hear my sexy voice, but I think he just misses me. The train is finally pulling into the station, and Paris is inches away. I’m ready to explore the city a little, eat something rich and decadent, drink wine with lunch, and whatever else tourists do. And of cours...

A three-hour flight delay, a seven hour direct flight, and then the longest baggage claim line I’ve ever seen, but I’m here – London – for the start of a month-long Christmas celebration. I still can’t believe Michael gifted this trip to me. It helps that he’s the boss, and if he says I can take a month off to travel Europe, who am I to argue? As an added treat, I’m booked in a luxury hotel for my two days in London and w...