Did that help? Sada looks up from between Mallory’s legs, her lips and chin slick and gleaming. Mallory strokes her hair lovingly. That was wonderful, cub, she says. But even coming hard like that doesn’t budge this endless fucking horniness.

Daylight had not yet spilled into the room when the door opened. A man unfamiliar to Mallory stood in it, and though she was still struggling to shake off sleep, she saw that Sada had instantly got out of bed and to her feet. This was a practised summoning. She hadn’t reached for clothing.

Mallory failed to stifle a yawn, and Devlin immediately apologised for keeping her up after her long day. I hope you’ll be happy for Sada to look after you, he said. Sada took Mallory’s hand and led her with undisguised excitement from the room.

Ingrid Pitt

The veil…

#Art by Hajime Sorayama #HajimeSorayama

Trying a little smart phone detox. Will see how that goes. If it goes well I'll be posting less, but still posting!! Just tryin' to be less of a dopamine junkie, know what I mean? Wanted to post a picture that would embody me trying to kick a habit and this one made me laugh! Enjoy❤️ #photography

I don’t understand

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Model: Carla Monaco

The next house that Mallory came to was remarkable because of its openings. They had no angles. The house windows were round and mullioned, and the front entrance a rounded gothic doorway. Mallory was about to put a finger to the doorbell when the rounded door was opened to her.

Jean Sidobre, The Adventures of Liz & Beth

Birago Balzano

Birago Balzano

Birago Balzano

Birago Balzano

Alice Arno in Jesus Franco’s La Comtesse Perverse

Mallory was getting used to being nude in front of strangers, singly or in groups. She was comfortable with her body being watched and assessed. What still felt odd, though, was the absence of finishing points that dressing provided.

As she approached the bluff, Mallory realised that on its crest stood a nude woman, hands on her hips. Curiosity drew her towards the figure. She climbed the slope and when she reached the top, she saw that the woman was posing for a group of women, sitting cross-legged with drawing boards.

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Once she got out onto the street, Mallory started to walk with purpose, if not direction, her boots on the pavement a metronome. She was keen to leave this decaying city behind her.

Mallory gave her name to the uniformed woman at the reception desk. The sleek, white-and-chrome antiseptic modernism of the bunker’s interior contrasted sharply with its craggy brutalist crust. Outside felt like a last outpost of a war; inside was the future.

Jean Rollin’s Le Viol du Vampire

Vampirella, by Manuel Sanjulian

Valentina, by Guido Crepax

Those gorgeous early illustrated Jean Rollin film posters.

In this room are a dozen men who want to fuck you in every hole you have until they have no more fucking left in them, the captain said. Sounds like fun, Mallory said, and hauled her bra off over her head.