There were boobs. So many boobs. Saggy, perky, big and small, in a myriad of shapes, sizes and colours, but with plenty of tanned skin;…
Here I am, lying on a stony beach, near the border of Spain and France, my white ass-cheeks being kissed by the golden, mid-summer sun….
I cough and gag one final time, elbows leaning on the porcelain with my hands folded into the bowl. My eyes burn as the tears…
Wet necks stretch gracefully; curled tendrils trace cheekbones as heads balance above the steaming water. A wave ripples out as breasts, followed by hips and…
In a dimly-lit basement under the streets of Amsterdam, I sat, surrounded by people I barely knew, watching a woman pull an impossibly long string…
