When he had licked his target to openness he leaned forward, positioned himself, and thrust, past the lubricated sphincter of St John's Wood Road, through the ring of tightness at Marlborough Road, and into the warm, welcome haven of Swiss Cottage.
It is absurd for that sentence to be so blazingly hot. I shall never look at a map of the Underground the same way again!
It is absurd for that sentence to be so blazingly hot. I shall never look at a map of the Underground the same way again!