Now, I defy any sex blogger, literate or otherwise, to show me a seduction that has more red hot sexy sex reality than the following scene of domestic debauchery:
"You do realise we'll be on our own tomorrow night?"
"Are you going to make sweet lurve to me?"
"Yes, but first you have to think of a number."
"Yes, seven. You know I always pick seven."
(It's true. I managed to pass O-level maths by guessing "seven" for any questions I couldn't answer.)
"Ah, but are you sure you can cope with seven?"
"Yes. Why, are you not sure you can manage seven?"
"So why didn't you specify it had to be a number between one and two, then?"
"There isn't a number between one and two."
"It doesn't have to be seven. I'll take what I can get."