1. Charcoal Pinstripes


    Date: 10/10/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Metilda, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    Chapter 1 The words on the screen began to bleed together, my eyes burned. Editing is my life but, damn, if it isn't one serious struggle sometimes. One saving grace for this particular science fiction end-of-the-world saga was that I rather enjoyed re-reading the sex scenes. I’m not an erotica editor, but the scenes crafted by this author's masterful fingers made my job a slight bit easier. In fact, this particular scene was rather sensual. No tentacles, no demon horns. Just two people all hot and bothered: hands, sweat and lust. My cell phone buzzed. Contemplating the literary benefits of ‘hard length’ instead of ‘prick’, I slid my finger across the screen, only giving half of my attention to the text message: ‘Don’t forget about Cloverfield’s. Noon. R’. Crap. My growing ardor was doused a bit by reality. Of course I forgot. I had to finish this piece by ten in the evening. I spent too much time lingering over the sex, not enough time paying attention to the clock. Cloverfield’s was over thirty minutes away in the next town. An audio book would keep me company. Book of choice: a ménage love triangle. Six hands, two cocks, one well serviced and satisfied woman. Bliss. This lovely heroine’s choice of men were described so tastefully they were almost like candies sitting on the counter, nicely wrapped, when no one is looking. The type of thing you just want to snatch up and eat greedily: tasting and sucking. Driving to Cloverfield’s to assist Ruben in finding the right ...
    suit slipped my mind entirely. Instead, I let my mind wander through the unfolding audio tango, getting worked up with each word. Before I knew it, mid one very naughty sex scene, I arrived. It wasn’t until I pulled up to the front of the store that I realized it was going to be a problem. A woman shouldn’t walk into a suit shop when she’s horny as hell. She shouldn’t wrap her arms around the one man who takes her breath away and kiss him, either. With Ru’s arm wrapped around my shoulder, my panties slick, we walked in together. The front of the store was cluttered with bars, racks, and shelves of suits. I don’t know what I expected, but being smothered by linen and wool wasn’t quite it. Black, blue, brown, beige, burgundy, bronze. Racks and racks of amazing colors, but it was the grays, the charcoal and gainsboro, that caught my eye. The salesmen, dressed sharp in a dark blue, was very attentive. While Ruben tried on one suit after another, I became painfully aware that my ardor hadn’t faded. It only lay dormant for a small period of time. Suit material slicked together each time he moved and the leather of his belt whipped through the loops with swift pulls of his hands. All of this made it more difficult to focus as the venture went on. Ties and belts. Luxury and Business. Power and Influence. It was all so suggestive to my already sex-steeped brain. He eventually tried on a blue suit but the appeal dulled immediately. “No,” I said. “The gray.” Ruben and the salesman, both ...
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