ABSTRACT
The baths are a playground for me, but more important, they're a place to relax. I can get fucked at the baths, without worrying about the mundane niceties of home-type sex: Is my butt douched thoroughly? Are there towels and lube handy by the bedside? Do I have enough eggs for french toast in the morning? That's what they're charging admission for: a respite from the cares and worries of the outside world. That's why there aren't any clocks or windows in most bathhouses. This freedom from worry is what allows my asshole to open up, to welcome in a dick, in a way that it can't even in the privacy of my own home.
