My Sasha Grey

There’s something miraculous about them. The top lip is almost non-existent at the edges – it grows from the space just beyond her dimpled cheek from nothing to a full, dark, fleshy, wet, glistening, crease at the middle, and then,…

Sasha Grey: not the real one, but a woman who is hauntingly reminiscent of her. She has a sweet, innocent conversational air that is in vivid, constant opposition to her insanely hot, sexual self-presentation. I simply can’t look at her…