Erotic Fiction
The Glory Of Each Hole
She savored the taste of sucking…
Her hips swayed from side to side, not because this was her natural way of walking, but because of the ridiculously high stilettos on her feet. Romany clung to Jett’s arm when they descended into the darkness of the annual sex fair. At the bottom of the stairs, they stopped for a moment, allowing their eyes to adjust to the light.
They roamed the different stalls with sex toys, erotic clothing, books and movies. At a stall with erotic jewelry, Jett told her to open her blouse. He held a pair of nipple shields in his hand. Romany hesitated briefly, then unbuttoned her blouse, exposing firm breasts, held perfectly in position by a shelf bra. He pinched her nipples, wanting them erect, and then fitted the shields over them. Jett kissed her softly on her cheek, then turned back to the lady behind the counter and paid for the jewelry.
Romany started buttoning her blouse again.
“Did I say you could?” Jett asked.
Surprised, she stopped, looked up at him and then around her. Some women wore lace tops, leaving nothing to the imagination, and some men paraded around in nothing but a string, with only a piece of cloth covering their cocks. She unbuttoned her blouse again, hooked her arm through Jett’s and they walked on.
