“I'm not a circus artist, putting my legs behind my head is not an option.
Faced with the drawings scrolling past her, Sophia heaves a long sigh.
A friend has just given her a copy of the Kama Sutra, “the so-called ass bible”.
A reading that nevertheless leaves her half-depressed, half-annoyed.
“It's corny, squeaks the thirty-something, in a relationship for two years.
The speech is gnangnan and what about the drawings…”
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