Bloat |
Sitting in the cold black box of the backseat I stare out of the window and run my hand mechanically over my right breast, then my left - even at this hollow, sexless gesture my nipples harden beneath...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 16:01:00 GMT |
For Vanessa |
Sometimes I wonder what exactly women who have spent their lives fucking in movies feel in their last few moments. I wonder who misses them; the dark, fetid stink of sex, the last hollow plea and the ...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 09:32:00 GMT |
