The city streets below my apartment windows are sweltering. It's plenty hot out there. As the temperature heads towards three digits, the streets are filled with the sounds of music, and of people laughing. I hear the boom boxes resonating from the passing cars, and the sounds of salsa music reaches my ears. Today, in New York, is the annual Puerto Rican Day Parade.

This is an annual event, and is generally the last parade of the spring... only it isn't spring weather. Its just the kind of day where literally thousands and thousands of young women, caught up in the fervor of Puerto Rican Day, will march up Madison Avenue. It's a day in paradise for a veteran breast watcher like me.

They walk by in tee-shirts and camisoles, in bras and bikini tops, in latex and free flowing silk blouses, in bandeaus, in jumpers, in tank tops, and any other kind of garment you can imagine. This is their day in the sun. They march proudly as they flaunt their charms, playfully flirting with fellow marchers, Madison Avenue merchants, and men of every age, and race, who fill the sidewalks on this blistering day.

I guess you are waiting for me to launch into a description of an adventure with one of these nubile young women. It is another day in paradise, here in New York, but not one of those days. Instead I will discuss another paradise, a different time and place, albeit a paradise filled with sexual delights and a particularly impressive woman, but a paradise for your imagination.

Her name is Freda, and she is a Swedish Masseuse. She has haunted me for most of the last two years. Well, maybe haunted isn't the right word. I'd like to convey to you that Freda is in my thoughts more than you might think.

She is blonde, muscular, a sexual creature, and the possessor of a staggeringly huge set of breasts, and you can find her at the Paradise Country Club. I first heard of the Club on my first trip to Hong Kong. It is a health spa, a country club, and a place filled with an atmosphere of uninhibited eroticism. On its sumptuous grounds, hedonism reigns, and the club has become known internationally as a notorious haunt for thrill seekers and fun lovers. In short it is a relaxed resort for those wishing to have all the sex they can handle.

Let me take you there. As you arrive at Chek Lap Kok Airport on Lantau Island in the South China Sea, keep your eyes peeled. Look for a book seller's kiosk. They have a section called Erotica, and that's where you'll find the Paradise Country Club.

The club is fiction, as is Freda, as are all the sexual escapades described in this wonderful series of quite hot and sexy novels. Yes readers, we are talking about prime grade smut, and yes, some of the best I've ever read.

Climax in Paradise, Naked in Paradise, and Exposure in Paradise would be the titles, and the book covers list the author as Anonymous. Ah, to have such skills and keep your identity under wraps. Freda, our lusty and busty Goddess of the Printed Page, is rarely under wraps. Sample this from Climax:

Freda advanced on her cringing subject, her gigantic soft breasts swinging pendulously, from side to side...the Swedish girl's tits were truly awe-inspiring. Huge, creamy, and balloon like...yet for all their enormous size and swelling softness, the matched set of mammary magnificence seemed to defy all laws of gravity. Taut and beautifully shaped, they thrust outward from Freda's upper torso like slightly elongated watermelons, each one tipped with a jutting red nipple, the size and shape of a ripe bayberry.

Pretty neat stuff in my opinion. Later in Climax, the hero's pink tongue snaked out from the mouth-hole in his black leather mask, lapping wetly up and down the deep fleshy valley between Freda's stupendous breasts.

In Naked in Paradise, Freda has to turn the tables on a vicious blackmailer who is trying to take over the Paradise Club. He is something of a health and cleanliness freak. Freda lures him to the spa with the lurid promise of bathing together. When he enters the spa he sees her wearing nothing but a smile and a crisp white nurse's cap perched on her flaxen curls. He had never seen her naked before and he couldn't tear his eyes away. Her tits were heavy and full, her nipples dark and prominent. He longed to take them in his mouth and suck...

I am enjoying this. Freda is something very special. The writer has just the right touch to thrill his readers and make them long for her. Exposure in Paradise leads Freda to an afternoon menage-a-trois with another woman and a man in a swimming pool. Read on:

Freda was well aware that her massive breasts impressed the majority of her clients. Male or female, Freda's magnificent frontal development evoked either lust or envy -- and she was more than happy with either emotion. There was a brief moment when Miles thought he might have been able to save himself by making a run for it...but it passed away as Freda advanced on him and he felt the familiar delicious agony of his throbbing cock trying to burst through his trousers. Knowing he was beaten, he relaxed as the Swedish girl's glorious tits wobbled toward his face...

Are we on the same page yet? The written word has awesome power, doesn't it? I'll bet you can feel that power right now, right where you are sitting. I'll be heading back to Hong Kong for another visit this fall. I hope to find more of the fabulous Freda in Scandal in Paradise, which is the latest effort by Mr. Anonymous.

And downstairs, the parade of thrusting breasts continues. Puerto Rican Day is a huge event in New York. No doubt that the news will report that literally a few hundred thousand people took part in today's event. I'm sure that you would not hear this music from a passing automobile today, but on my CD player right now, I am listening to Phil Collins. Can you imagine Phil as he sings this haunting song?

Oh, think twice - It's just another day
For you and me In Paradise...

Now where did I leave that book?