She arches her body like a cat on a stretch. She nuzzles her cunt into my face like a filly at the gate. She smells of the sea. She smells of rockpools when I was a child. She keeps a starfish in there. I crouch down to taste the salt, to run my fingers around the rim. She opens and shuts like a sea anemone. She's refilled each day with fresh tides of longing.

What a strange world it is where you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo. I'm talking about the real thing, the grand passion, which may not allow affection or convenience or happiness. The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down. That's the size of it, the immensity of it. It's not proper, it's not clean, it's not containable.

You know the worst thing about oral sex? The view.

I've given guys blow jobs just because I've run out of things to talk about.'
Oh, Rae. Who hasn't

Getting oral sex from an ugly person is like bungee jumping, it's gonna be good, but holy shit, don't look down!

It's just a penis, right? Probably no worse for you than smoking.