Scarlet Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Scarlet Rendezvous

... you know," Mandy said, "that 35 percent of all internet downloads are related to pornography?"

I didn't know, but it sounded about right.

"Seriously," she said, sipping her glass of chardonnay. She was wearing make-up for dinner, and some of her red lipstick smudged on the rim of the glass. "It's crazy. One in four search engine requests are porn related. It's true. We have the industry data. About 40 million Americans regularly visit porn websites, and 70 percent of all men aged 18 to 24 visit adult websites at least once per month."

"How about men in their mid-40s?"

"Half of porn consumers in the U.S. are 35 to 49."

"Shit," I said. "I'm in good company."

Mandy laughed, and some of her wine went down the wrong pipe. She stared coughing. I softly patted her on the back. She was wearing a skimpy black V-neck dress that was open in the back. Her hair was down, spilling over her delicate shoulders. I was wearing a black dress shirt and gray slacks. I left the two top buttons of the shirt undone. My sandy blond hair was messy, and my beard was thick and gnarly. It still seemed sun-beaten from the desert, though that was over two years ago. I had my usual summer tan, which brought out the green in my eyes.

I kept my hand on her back, holding her as she coughed. "You okay?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Tell me more," I said. "About the porn industry. Lay some more facts on me."

She cleared her throat. "There are over 4.2 million adult websites ...

... on the internet."

"Wow."

"These make-up 12 percent of all websites."

"So Scarlet Rendezvous is one of 4.2 million porn sites?"

"That it is."

"Tell me more."

"Well, here's a little fun fact I bet you didn't know. Almost 2 percent of adult women have worked in the pornography industry at some point in their lives."

"No shit."

"Uh-huh."

"Have you ever made a porn video?"

"Excuse me?" she said, pretending to sound offended. "I can't believe you just asked me that. Is that what I look like to you? A porn star? Well, maybe that's a good thing. I'll be 40 next month. I guess I still got it."

"You don't look 39," I said. "You look way younger."

"Why thank you. You're sweet." She ran her fingers through my hair, and cupped my face with her hands. "What's your taste in smut? What do you like to watch?"

It was a bold question. But Mandy had invited me on this date to talk porn. I knew what I liked to watch -- all things anal, and facials. But I wasn't going to share that with her.

"I don't know," I said, softly rubbing her back. "Normal sex. Maybe some toys thrown in there." We were sitting in a corner booth, and she slid all the way over next to me.

"Toys? Hmm, okay. I can see that. What kind of toys?"

"Chicks with dildos and vibrators. Some lesbian stuff, I guess." This was a lie. I'd outgrown my taste for lesbian porn in my late 20s. There was no closure with lesbian porn, no culminating cum shot. It all seemed to be much ado about ...