"She opens the palm of her hand to reveal of a tube of lipstick. Keeping her eyes fixed upon me, she bends down towards me and smears my lips with the ruby red stick. She then stands back and considers me for a moment before leaning back towards me t...

I’m combing my hands through that head of hair of hers – black, lavish, and plentiful. She’s perched gingerly on the edge of a bed and I’m stood over her, styling her hair, slicking it from the brow right back to the crown where a profusion of ample...