Room 101
About the tiniest piece of material that harnesses such obsessional power.
She slowly, dutifully, raises herself from her kneeling position, a smile lingering on her moistened lips. Her teeth glisten like polar jewellery, her pupils dark and dilated with excitement. She walks provocatively across the suite and crawls onto the huge, white bed. On all fours, she slowly pads her way across, her bronzed ass swinging like a feline, exaggerating the movement of her hips. She looks back at me, mocking,...