Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 01 - Sex Stories

Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 01

... “Hello?” “Hi. This is James…” *** Sherri looked in the mirror and put the lipstick to her lips. She wanted her lips to be bright red. She wanted her eyes to be accented with mascara, and a little bit of blush on her cheeks. She slipped on a pair of stylish lacy-top hose, a thong, and a camisole not unlike those displayed in Vogue . Lastly, she put on a short miniskirt and a top that accentuated her 34DD’s. She slipped into a pair of red patent leather pumps with micro stiletto heels. Lastly, she parted her hair and brushed it back so that it hung down off of her shoulders. She got into her red SL-Class Mercedes and lowered the top. It was a forty-five minute drive to the location that James had selected. It was a café in a business district. James met her outside and escorted her to a patio, then gave her a kiss before holding the chair for her. “Glad you could make it,” James said, smiling. He was dressed in a long flowing robe. It was tie-dyed blue and white, and was semi-transparent. She got glimpses of his loose pants under his robe. The front panel was gold with embroidery around the edges. The embroidery design circled his neck, and the cuffs of his sleeves and trousers. He wore a similarly colored hat with gold embroidery around the base. “Oh yes! I am too. This is very nice. Do you live nearby?” Sherri asked. She sat down and displayed her shapely legs for him while he sat down. “Yes. I live in an apartment on the fourteenth floor. The waiter came and James ordered ...

... red wine. “The wedding was nice,” he said. Sherri laughed. “It was more like a meltdown, you mean,” she laughed again. “I thought the repartee by the pool was very interesting. It’s been on my mind,” he said smiling. Sherri’s ruby red lips touched the glass. Her eyes looked over the rim at him before sipping the wine. “I captured an image of something I wanted to explore further,” Sherri said, without changing the expression on her face. They finished their wine, and James got up and took her hand. Together they got on the elevator. They stepped off on his floor and walked to his two-level condo, which was decorated in African art and nude women. The women were in all stages of undress, and engaging in sexual activities with African chieftains. On the floor and the walls were more erotic objets d'art such as giant phalluses and women’s busts. James switched on a streaming video player. A 120-inch high-definition TV screen came alive with images of a tall African male and a classy blonde woman in a sensual modern dance to the rhythm of drums. James brought her a drink in a metallic gray goblet. It was darker than any wine she had ever seen. “What is it?” Sherri asked, looking at the screen. “It’s a temple for preparing prostitutes for servitude.” “Do they come willingly?” Sherri asked, smiling. “Yes! They must willingly submit.” “You mean they have a choice?” “Of course. No one is forced.” “This sounds interesting…” Sherri moved closer to James and raised her chin to him. He ...