When is a porn flick not a porn flick?
Is there a market for a blue movie where the young hunk in the half-unbuttoned overalls turns up at the cosy house and suggestively fixes the busty, stockinged housewife’s washing machine while she observes, and then goes on his way?
Did this make you moist? Try: Quote me awkward | The proverbial woman | The march of Miss Goulding | The Radio 1 voidscape | Calling failed songwriters | Mission Impossible confusion
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