Oli Spleen Waking after the long deep sleep that often followed a strenuous evening’s session pumping glutinous white puddles of fluid across scraps of paper, salvaged from magazines and underwear catalogues – it was not unusual for Peter to find some irregular blemishes, sores and friction burns on his overworked member. Peter had been masturbating…
Karina Patfield The building is old. It smells a little musty from every aspect, every corner. Dust settles on vertical windows and mould creeps into not-quite-right-angled corners. It creaks and sighs. The building is split into flats. Doors face forwards and sideways and backwards. Letters are put in holes. Fragile connective strands hang, taut in…