Tuesday, 22 November 2011

Books and Covers

She had a plummy voice and
Bovey Tracey manners, a
laugh you could hear in Highgate,
appeared in Harpers and
Tatler and looked as if she’d be
happiest with horses or
hunt balls burdened by beaus and
butter wouldn’t melt, etc., but
in truth she was the finest
fuck in Fitzrovia, liked it
rough and hard and talked so
dirty in that Oxford voice that she kept me
hard for hours as other men and
women joined us and her
knees got dirty in the
alley behind Annabel’s.

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