Oggbashan June 2010
The only copyright part of this story are MY words. All the other words, apart from this introduction, are from the 1967 Second Edition of the English language version of Chairman Mao's Little Red Book. Context is important so I have not edited or cut the quotations.
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Our sex life, after five years of marriage, was becoming too routine. We would have a good meal, a few glasses of wine and retire to our comfortable bed. After sex, we would go to sleep. We would usually sleep wrapped around each other. We were contented, happy -- but the excitement wasn't there. It was good that we recognised that we wanted more.
One night, after another enjoyable but mundane coupling, Helen said:
"John, why don't we try something different? Perhaps out of a book?"
"The Kama Sutra, perhaps?"
"No. Not that. I don't feel that athletic and the instructions can be so complex to understand. Any book."
"Any book, Helen? Lets see, what have we got lying around in the bedroom?"
I climbed out of bed and walked to the dressing table. I picked up the small pile of books.
"Georgette Heyer?"
Helen giggled.
"No! Her heroines NEVER do sex."
"John Buchan?"
"No! His heroes are too busy keeping a stiff upper lip and saving the country to indulge in sex. Try again."
"I suppose a Bible might produce some ideas but we've left it downstairs. What's left? Agatha Christie?"
"No! I don't want to be the Body in the Library."
"There's only one book left. Chairman Mao's Little Red Book."
"Oh. That doesn't sound very likely, John."