I’ve always enjoyed violent sex but then John lost our letter ‘n’ and sex turned violet. It was filled with the colors of love: rose pink, mauve, lilac and grape. At its most intense, usually on Sunday evenings, our designated “special time”, it was the deep blue-purple of violets.
“John,” I said, as we got kissy in the kitchen. “I’m not so sure about this. Do you think we could put a little ‘n’ back into it?”
He moved to strike me …
Check out my brand new story on Alison Tyler’s H is for Harlot blog. I even coloured my hair for the occasion! (Confession: in a silly mood, I had an idea to call the piece ‘Grape Fantasy’. I resisted.)