Festive love: We’d been in bed, I’d fingered her arsehole a little and she’d moaned in the right way and pressed herself against me more – one of those grunting embraces people do when getting fired up in bed. It ended up with her sucking me off and me coming all over her breasts. I’d said something like: ‘how’s that for a white Christmas?’ and she’d laughed. That’s why I’d said it – to get a laugh – a dirty one.
What on earth would Jesus think?
