My Colourful Vince
Black: The first thing people seem to notice about Vince is his long black hair. They love it whenever he styles it, forming a light fringe over his eyes. I love it when his hair tickles my chest as he plants soft kisses down my body.
Blue: The first thing I notice about Vince is his big, blue eyes. Orbs of crystal blue behind strands of black. They sparkle whenever he gazes up at me.
White: Vince's skin is beautiful, porcelain white with purity. Of course, his pale body is more beautiful when untainted with clothing, and sprawled out between the covers of our bed.
Orange: This is one of Vince's many favourite colours. Oh, how he kissed me when I let him paint our bedroom that colour. And, oh, how he made love to me when it was finished.
Purple: One morning, I'd woken up to the heart-breaking sound of Vince crying, his gorgeous blue eyes moist and his purple eyeliner running down his face.
"N-nightmare...you left...please, please never leave me.." he sobbed, as he sat on my knee and threw his arms around my neck.
Brown: My shirt, which always ends up on the floor whenever Vince and I have sex. But sometimes, I wake up to find Vince asleep wearing it, the brown material drowning his petite frame.
Green: Vince sometimes becomes jealous if he ever catches me talking to other guys, which annoys me because he knows I only want him. Still, he soon says he is sorry, then drags me upstairs to make it up to me.
Pink: Our first kiss (we ignore the roof incident). I remember Vince's arms slowly snaking their way around my neck. Mine stayed firmly around his waist. For a blissful moment, we gazed into each others eyes. I pulled his beautiful face towards mine, then our lips met. It felt amazing, our lips moving in unison, the slight feel of his tongue. I then pulled away, then saw that Vince's cheeks were tinged with pink.
Red: Naboo has this rule about not making out whilst in the shop, something about scaring the customers. We do anyway, but once we got caught. We pulled away from each other as soon as we heard Naboo's footsteps coming down the stairs. He looked at us in turn, tutted, then made his way back up. We'd been at it quite violently, and Vince's red, swollen lips had given it away.
Yellow: Apparently this is the colour Vince painted his nails today. Not that I can see them, as I speak I am making passionate love to him, and as he moans my name, his yellow nails are gripping onto my shoulders.