A Taste of Eroticism
By Eva Hore
We were travelling through Thailand and my friend Simone couldn’t wait to show me a place she’d discovered when she’d visited three years prior. She said it would blow my mind.
We spent almost an hour and a half in the humidity searching for the location and I was just about to tell her to forget it, for us to go back to the hotel and jump in the pool when she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me through a throng of people bartering for goods and into a very nondescript doorway.
“This is it,” she said breathlessly. “We’re here.”
“You’re kidding! You brought me all this way to go in there,” I said, looking skeptical and totally apprehensive. “What a dump.”
There were no two ways about it…I was nervous. Now that we were here, I wasn’t sure I wanted to go
