It's more than a colour. Much more. Love and lust in the city. Even a little romance. His hands found their way to my ass again, and he pulled me to him. My legs bent a little, my knees parted, and his tongue explored its way between my legs, between my sopping labia, and suddenly he was inside me.
We meet many people as we go through life. Some are apparently friendly; others apparently hostile. But are we ever sure about why they show that hostility and who it's really aimed at? This is a little tale of misunderstanding, or maybe misinterpretation of someone's motives.