Portmanteau: More Than a Feeling

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

This is the second installment in the anthology series entitled PORTMANTEAU.

Each episode of Portmanteau is a collection of three stand-alone erotic short stories all loosely associated with each other.

If you are new to this series, you’ll be pleased to know there is no specific starting place. The episodes can be read in any order without confusion.

A portmanteau story opens with a vignette from one of the stories, then begins the first story, pauses at its midpoint, tells a second story, then a third, then returns to the first story to complete it.

Each narrative does its best to world build before getting intimate to give context to the passion. If you’re looking for it to get hot, trust me, it will.

I’ve posted this series under erotic couplings because that category covers the overall gist of the three adventures, however each story within the episode is uniquely different and could at times be categorized as something else.

Whatever your “thing” is when it comes to erotica, the Portmanteau series will probably cover it over the course of 12 episodes.

_______________________________________________________________

PORTMANTEAU – EPISODE 2: MORE THAN A FEELING

LONG COOL WOMAN IN A BLACK DRESS (Erotic Couplings)

A former model comes to Boston to start her life as a novelist but is tasked with writing erotica to pay the bills.

DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER (Lesbian Sex)

A robbery at an auction house turns into a hostage situation in a nearby hair salon with interesting consequences.

SISTER GOLDEN HAIR (First Time)

A nun comes to the realization that she has free will to do as she wants and allows herself to feel sexually desirable for the first time leading to a life changing epiphany.

TAGS: Anal Sex, Lesbian, 3-Way, First Time, Blowjob, Shaving, Hairy Pussy, MILF, Mature, Swallowing, Fisting, First Time, Nipples, Romantic, Virgin

________________________________________________________________

PORTMANTEAU – EPISODE 2: MORE THAN A FEELING

I’M ON FIRE (A Vignette)
LONG COOL WOMAN IN A BLACK DRESS: Part 1
DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER
SISTER GOLDEN HAIR
LONG COOL WOMAN IN A BLACK DRESS: Part 2

________________________________________________________________

I’M ON FIRE (A Vignette)

Colin arrived in Boston and set up his on-the-go office in the Ritz Carlton then headed to Tufts University to guest lecture. He had dinner plans with Mayla for later that night and found himself distracted in anticipation of their meeting in person for the first time.

He finished reading her latest pages on the flight and was astounded by her ability to craft erotica. Unbridled and animalistic, her writing was the opposite of the meandering non-erogenous drivel of Monique Labelle. Mayla’s work held pure passion and pure passion sold books.

Colin was on a lecture hall stage being interviewed by a professor about publishing, how to write your first novel and the future of the print medium. When asked his thoughts on publishing erotic work, Colin replied, “Good question, Mayla.” The interviewing Professor stopped and asked him who Mayla was.

Catching himself Colin apologized and rephrased the statement to say, “Good question Professor Matalin.”

In the darkness of the lecture hall, Mayla reacted at hearing her name uttered as a Freudian slip. She blushed and looked around as if all eyes were on her.

The lecture ended and Colin was saying a few goodbyes when he spotted an attractive tall woman walking into view. She was wearing a long cool black dress with a sleeveless top showing off well-toned arms. She had a youthful glow making it difficult to guess her age.

“Mayla!”

“Hello, Colin.”

“You came to my lecture, I’m delighted,” the handsome publisher said.

“I thought I could learn something, and I did. You missed your calling as a teacher.

“It’s such a pleasure to meet you in person. Zoom meetings can only tell so much. You’re so much more-“

“Taller,” she said finishing his thought.

“Well, yes. But I knew you had been a model so no surprise there.”

“You’re not one of those guys who have issues with tall girls?”

“Never,” Colin stated, “we still on for dinner or do you have plans?”

“I think I can make some time,” she replied bringing a smile to Colin’s face.

Dinner was in a small Italian place in Boston’s North End. Plates of pappardelle and two empty bottles of chianti set the relaxed tone.

“I’ve never seen someone as fit as you eat an entire plate of pasta,” Colin remarked.

“In my runway days, never, but the waif look is long behind me. My ex, he wanted me to stay sickly thin. It was strange, but so was he.”

“Divorced?”

“Never married. We were together for gaziosmanpaşa escort 15 years. I was doing catalogue and runway work in Los Angeles, and he promised me more. But it came at a price. And it got weird.

“Weird?” Colin asked.

“Very weird. He became obsessed with my left nipple.”

“We can change the subject,” Colin offered.

“No, it’s in the past,” she replied.

“Ok, I don’t mean to be forward, but you can’t introduce something about a left nipple and then walk away from the conversation.”

“My left nipple never gets hard. Never erect, never pert, never sassy, none of the nipple adjectives,” Mayla said without fear of embarrassment.

“But your right one does?”

“Yes, running, massage, touch, sex, that nipple knows when and how to do its job. Damned good soldier. But lefty, total slacker almost cost me a career.”

“Because-,” Colin asked.

“Erect nipples are a requirement when modeling. Photographers want nipple erections. I’m holding a tub of butter and my nipples need to be perky. Print ad for Coke – make sure my nipples are hard because God knows soda makes a girl horny,” she said with a bit of disdain for her past career.

“But you worked for years. How did you compensate?” Colin asked.

“Fake nipples. Nowadays you can order them off Amazon. Back then I had to get them from a trans sex shop in Hollywood. Just glued them on and I was the girl with the great nips. Kept me booked year after year.”

“Just so you know if a cold breeze comes through the room, I’m going to be casually checking your right breast for a reaction,” Colin said with a laugh, “trying to not catch a look would be an exercise in futility.”

“I’ll save you the time,” Mayla said as she reached into her water glass and took out a few ice cubes.

Leaning back just a bit so her round full breasts filled out her blouse, she ran the ice cubes across the back of her neck. Colin watched confused until he noticed the skin on her arm goosebump and then the right nipple began to engorge creating a small tent in her blouse. From its growth Colin could tell it was large. His eyes shifted to her left breast and — nothing.

“Gunnar tried everything to make that left nipple rise and shine. He’s German so we went down some rather odd rabbit holes. But it never happened.”

“You left him over your nipple?”

“Not the nipple, but his obsessive quest to excite it. Kept him up nights. He felt challenged, even threatened. Accused me of doing it on purpose. He then tried every kink. I never did anything I didn’t want to do. But I did a hell of a lot more than I ever thought I would. On the positive side, those years with that debauched German gave me more raw material than your smut book can hold.”

“With all that source material maybe, we make it a series,” he suggested.

“It’s going to be an anthology,” she replied. “A series of stories about the sexual trysts of different people in each chapter. But there’s subtext, all the narratives will have subtle links between stories. Sometimes a location, sometimes a person. I’m trying to universe build,” she said proudly.

“Sounds like much more than we are paying you for,” Colin said, impressed.

“I can’t just write about people fucking. There must be more to it. You want fucking, just Google the word then cut and paste.”

“I want passionate sex, the kind with two people making a connection,” Colin whispered, “an erotic coupling. It’s what I want. I mean it’s what Simon and Schuster wants.”

Mayla blushed unsure of the context of the answer. It seemed he was speaking as Colin, the attractive man sitting across from her, but then caught himself and spoke as her editor, making sure her writing could sell books.

“So how much left to write?” he asked.

“I’m down to one last couple. A man and a woman. I’m open to kink, but this encounter is more about these two being drawn together by outside circumstances. I want their sex to be a personal connection.”

“They live in the same building.” Colin suggested.

“Too easy,” Mayla responded.

“They dated in college and run into each other by chance,” he offered.

“No, this has to be their first sexual encounter,” she explained.

“Blind date?”

“Not enough of a character arc,” Mayla said getting a little frustrated with herself and with the lack of a story direction.

“They work together!” Colin offered with excitement.

“Yeah, it could work. They spend time at work. They flirt. They want each other but office decorum says no,” Mayla exclaimed with growing excitement.

“”I’m on fire!” Colin said with enthusiasm. “Ok, so they have a sexual tension, and it keeps building. They’ve been teasing each other too long. But when they connect, it becomes carnal.”

“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Carnal, but not a one and done. We want the readers to know this is just the first connection. I want this girl to be someone gölbaşı escort the reader wants to touch and feel, even be inside. I want the guy to be a man the male readers want to be and the female readers want to be with. Maybe he’s like you, handsome and professional,” she said unfiltered.

There was a moment of awkward silence after Mayla’s wine induced proclamation.

“I aaaaah, wow, this wine is really good!” she said with a panicked laugh hoping looking for anything to change the conversation.

“Wow! We’re on a roll, but they want the table. Any suggestions where we can take this meeting?” Colin said as he paid the check.

Inside Mayla’s apartment Woody the cat was sitting on the counter licking his paws when the door burst open. Mayla and Colin nearly fell into the room wrapped in passionate kissing and groping which had begun at the front door and fumbled its way up to her third-floor apartment.

Mayla kicked the door shut as Colin pressed her against the wall with a deep open-mouthed kiss then pushed her back putting her hands up in a surrender position. In a swift move he lifted her sleeveless top off revealing her breasts suspended in a revealing white lace bra. Her right nipple sharp and excited, her left nipple dormant.

Colin began to kiss her breasts over her bra causing them to swell. Mayla undid the front clasp, the bra opened, and her breasts spilled out free. Colin moved in with his tongue as she arched her back in pleasure.

Hours later Colin woke still naked as the morning sun crested over the Charles River and illuminated Mayla’s bedroom. He was alone in bed…

LONG COOL WOMAN IN A BLACK DRESS: Part 1

The skies over Boston were clear for a fall morning, but the air was cold as Mayla finished her run along the Charles River finally walking the last few hundred yards to her Bay State Road brownstone. Despite a four-mile run, she stayed chilled wearing only tight black yoga pants and a thermal long sleeved T shirt.

Heading up the stoop to the building front door, Mr. Tuxil was leaving and politely held the door open. He tended to leer, and Mayla knew her skintight yoga pants showed every detail of her tall lean body and if you got the right angle, every fold as well. Mr. Tuxil looked her up and down lingering on her right breast which had a pronounced nipple erection from the run. Her left nipple, not even a goosebump.

Woody met her at the door. He was a cat who came with the apartment. She was his sixth owner in ten years and his right to live there was in her lease.

Mayla sat down at the computer to review the morning’s emails. She had been in Boston for almost six months since leaving Gunnar. She had completed a novel and sent it out to several publishers and so far, nothing. Lots of nothing.

But today might be different as she noticed an email from Colin Gregory of Simon and Schuster Publishing. Crossing her fingers, she pressed the key and read the note.

Colin was an editor at the prestigious publishing house working mostly in science fiction. His note went on to say he had been given her manuscript by a fellow editor. The manuscript entitled Headed to Hollywood, Stuck in Van Nuys, was a dark story of a girl escaping her miserable life in Missouri and heading to California during the depression to become an actress. While it was a work of fiction, the events her all too real to Mayla.

This had been her life and so far, no one seemed to care. Colin mentioned in his email how much he loved the work and would she mind setting up a Zoom call very soon.

Setting up the Zoom call for after lunch, she stripped herself of her sweaty running gear and ran a hot shower. In the bathroom mirror she got a look at herself. No longer in her thirties, she remained fresh faced and beautiful. Between yoga and running she maintained a perfect shape and no one who didn’t know could guess her true age. Her dirty blond hair was shoulder length, but it might be time to cut it shorter making it more manageable.

Attractive as she was, it had been a while since she had a date and more than a year since she walked out on Gunnar and his continued circus of insanity.

Mayla dressed comfy for the zoom call. After all she was a writer, no need to be formal. She put on a tank top cami, no bra and a form fitting gray turtleneck sweater which clung to her figure. It offered a ‘walking on a new England beach in the fall’ look. Her breasts were not large, but they were natural and remained firm. The thickness of the sweater would hide the pesky right nipple which tended to give away her excitement. Gotta play this cool, she thought to herself.

Colin was prompt and the Zoom call started on time. Mayla set her laptop so Colin could see the windows to her porch and the view of the Charles River behind her. The apartment was a rent-controlled steal, and she love showing it off when she could.

Colin came on screen keçiören escort in his office. He was handsome, sporting a jacket and tie and appeared to be in his mid-thirties. Mayla was always a little put off when working with someone younger than her. Did he have enough life experience to guide her? She knew she was getting ahead of herself. This was just a general meeting.

Colin introduced himself and brought Mayla up to speed. He was a native New Yorker, happy to be working in Manhattan but he had gone to school in Boston, majoring in English Lit at Boston University. He recognized the view from Mayla’s apartment having lived nearby during his college years.

“Your manuscript was sitting in my colleague’s in box for at least a month. I would see it every time I passed by and the title just called to me. I cover science fiction, which when its good, it’s great, but usually it’s awful and I needed something with less alien tentacle sex.”

“Alien tentacle sex?” she asked.

“It’s weird and apparently it a category in sci fi, erotica and porn. Anyway, I grabbed your book for a weekend read and loved it. The characters had me at page one and I could not put it down.”

Mayla blushed at the compliments. It was wonderful to hear someone offering praise when most people offer unfounded criticisms. Deep under her sweater her right nipple stiffened, but the heavy fabric kept it in control not revealing her excitement.

Colin continued but Mayla could see this praise was coming to a ‘but’ and then it arrived.

“I brought it to my boss and the decision team but-“

Rejection, Mayla thought. Here it comes.

“-they don’t see a place for it on our plate right now. Everyone agrees your work is outstanding, but they want you more seasoned.”

“I’m writing a new book, but I think it’s going to be months before it’s ready,” she replied.

“Here’s the short and long. I think we can get this published next year. I really do. But I don’t want to risk losing you to another publisher.”

Mayla laughed, imagining all these other imaginary publishers lined up at her door.

“So, I want to option the book for a year. It won’t be much money, but it’s an act of good faith.”

“You’re asking to rent my story for very little money. I appreciate the love, but I’ve got bills to pay.”

“Hold on, hold on, I get it. An option isn’t great. But in the meantime, we want to hire you to ghost rewrite a novel by Monique Labelle.”

“Monique Labelle the porn star?” Mayla asked.

“Monique Labelle the ex-porn star. She has a huge name, a massive following online and we contracted with her to write an erotic story, kind of our version of 50 Shades, only this one coming from a pro. She wrote it and it reads like a porn movie. A really bad porn movie. The pizza delivery guy kind.”

“You want me to write a porn novel?” she asked flatly.

“Rewrite a porn novel and turn it into erotica. The sex in your book is real, raw, emotional. You may be too close your work to see it, but the way you describe two people making love, it is the best erotic writing I’ve seen in years.”

“I don’t know,” Mayla replied.

“We will pay you $150,000 to ghost rewrite this. You fix this novel, we publish and then next year, your novel will be up for purchase and publish.”

Mayla’s face revealed her uncertainty at the offer.

“I’ve taken the liberty to send you the galleys. You read it, see if you can fix it. If you can come to terms with the job, you will be a professional novelist by the end of the day.”

The Zoom call ended with a promise from Mayla to follow up. A few minutes later the email came in with a secure link to the Simon and Schuster property along with a non-disclosure agreement.

Mayla sat with Woody on her lap and dove into to the galley pages on her iPad. The dive in was like jumping into a shallow pool. After only a few lines she felt the thud of a poorly thought leap. Written in the first person, the story was about a traveling masseuse who dreams of being a rock star while seducing everyone because of an undefined insatiable lust disease.

Two hours later Mayla put down the iPad with pages left to be read. Texting Colin she wrote I’ll take the job so long as I have freedom to go where I want.

Seconds later Colin replied with a smiley face emoji. Your story. All we care about is getting this book to print while LaBelle still has name cache. Our financial people will be in touch. Congratulations to Simon and Schuster’s newest author!

Mayla finished the book and came to the realization that not once in the entire read did she find herself titillated or erotically aroused in any way. The following day she sat down at her laptop and prepared to write. For starters, she re-read the first passage of the book.

Last night I learned when all your holes are filled, it’s kind of hard to breathe. There I was in the back of a van bound for Los Angeles getting railed in my asshole, mouth and cunt and loving every inch of rabid man meat pumping hot jizz into me.

Hot jizz? Oh my God, Mayla thought. Who even says jizz anymore. Every page read like it was written by a horny teenager. Each sentence began with “I” and the dialogue was unintentionally funny like when the heroine tells the bouncer at the club to ‘bang his balls against her beaver.’

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32