Modelling had never been her idea. The vacuous stares, the hours in front of the mirror. Was it her fault her proport...

He didn't want to fuck her when he met her. That would have been too easy. She had this way of pausing at the end of...

Nothing is more terrifyingly beautiful than the intensity of a woman's Stare. Not a gaze or a glace, but a Stare. One...

Shape is a thing that comes to you, after you have grown. Breasts. Waist. Arms. Butt. It's a struggle between ...

The old woman was lying on the park bench underneath layers of musty old coats, pink v-sweaters (four) and thermal u...

The large shape of the medical building loomed on the horizon. Vic and I were survivors of a plague tring to get a va...