Mykonos was an exquisite and seductive experience. Dancing bodies, sweating under the strobes of the pulsing music and intoxicated with an irresistible yearning to explore. We found ourselves in a wild and piss-soaked evening that quickly became our ultimate fantasy of group pleasure. The burly guys with their tight white shirts, a few tousled hair and hungry eyes were carrying in their hands what we craved the most: a bottle of hot urine. The taste of it mixed with salty bodies and leather was mesmerizing. It wasn’t long before the first shower of manly piss hit us and the whole playground was filled with golden elixirs. It was a sight of pure lust and joy.