A woman asked me that the other day in the Produce section of Harris Teeter, Charlotte's world-class grocery store. This was a grown woman in a business suit of a decent cut...a little on the mousey side but not unattractive...and there she stood with a peach in each hand, each peach the size of a small--well, you know...and she wanted, winky-wink, my opinion about the firmness and the ripeness of the pair at hand.
No, thanks. Freud said something or other about cuteness and sex. And whatever he said, I agree. You go, Sig. There's room for humor and wit in sex, room for both raunch and romance. But, as I now work on the sex scene in our novel, I'll pass on succulent peaches, juvenile James Bond-type puns, winky-winks and smirky-smirks...and show two adults at play, as adults.
Here's hoping readers get off on the diff.