Video Transcription
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.