I started the morning with a gun in my face and interrogation from the world's last-surviving KGB secret police force. I was cleaning a nymphomaniac Russian whore's squirt out of my beard after some vodka-fuelled sex by the end of the day.
Whether travelling with my full-time job or on the road researching the sleaziest corners of the world for my world sex guide, I spend a lot of time on the move. But don't worry, I rarely spend a lonely night alone in my hotel rooms.
A few years back, whilst drinking at a beach bar in the Gambia, I bumped into a chilled-out, confident woman who oozed powerful sexual energy. Her name was Nicole.
