It occurred to me today that making love with another woman is like having strawberries and cream for all three lunch courses.
Delicious, extravagant and tinged with a little guilt.
Making love with a man is like having a nice starter (hopefully), followed by sirloin steak, potatoes and hearty vegetables.
Deeply filling and quite often it satisfies for days…
But strawberries leave a tingle on the tongue that you remember forever.