archives for Sunday 2 July 2006
dear old stockholm
Sunday 2 July 2006 | I like a cookie
Last night I lay on my stomach on the Brujo’s bed, head lolling over the edge, knickerless in the heat and clad only in one of his t-shirts, bare feet dangling off the other side of the bed, as he walked me (or rather drummed me, or rather drummed on me) through a kind of […]
