@SuitGuy7 presents: "Aphrodisiac Silk"
- Southern Suitor
- Apr 2, 2024
- 4 min read
"The power it exudes—it's an aphrodisiac." SuitGuy7 writes us a lush tale of seduction and the celebration of silk, the sensuality of the suit & tie. This has been one of my favorite little literary trysts so far. Enjoy!
the bustling heart of New York City, where towering skyscrapers reached for the heavens, and the rhythm of business never ceased, two well-dressed businessmen found themselves on a fateful collision course. Mark and David were both on a business trip, crossing paths in a hotel lobby that buzzed with the energy of a thousand conversations.
Mark, with his dark, slicked-back hair and piercing green eyes, cut a dashing figure in his tailored charcoal suit. He exuded confidence and charm, which made him stand out even in the crowd of corporate travelers.
David, on the other hand, was a contrast to Mark, with his sandy blond hair and calm, contemplative gaze. His navy-blue suit was impeccably tailored, reflecting his meticulous nature. The two men seemed worlds apart, yet, in the serendipitous way life sometimes unfolds, they were about to discover a shared secret that would forever alter their perceptions of each other and their own desires.
Their eyes locked as Mark reached for a magazine on the lobby's marble-topped table. A fleeting but unmistakable spark of attraction coursed through them. Mark's heart quickened, and he couldn't help but notice the subtle bulge in David's suit pants. A knowing smile tugged at the corners of Mark's lips as he let his eyes linger on David's form.
David, trying to maintain composure, quickly averted his gaze and offered a polite, "Hello."
"Hello," Mark replied, his voice laced with a hint of seduction. "You look like a man who appreciates fine tailoring and attention to detail."
David raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And you seem to appreciate it as well."
Their small talk quickly evolved into a deeper conversation about their respective businesses, but they couldn't shake the feeling that there was something unspoken between them. With a shared desire to explore this electric connection, they agreed to meet for drinks later that evening.
As they entered a dimly lit, upscale bar, Mark couldn't help but admire how David's suit seemed to mold itself to his body, accentuating every curve and line. They ordered cocktails, and Mark finally broke the ice. "You know, David, I couldn't help but notice your appreciation for a well-dressed man earlier. I wonder if you share my particular fascination."
David hesitated for a moment before confessing, "I have a thing for men in suits and ties, Mark. There's something undeniably alluring about the way they carry themselves, the way the fabric clings to their bodies. It's... an obsession of mine."
Mark's grin widened as he leaned in. "I can't say I'm any different, David. There's just something about a man who takes the time to dress well, especially in a classic suit and tie, that's incredibly enticing. The way it adds an air of sophistication, the power it exudes—it's an aphrodisiac."
As the evening unfolded, their conversation delved deeper into their shared fetish, and the atmosphere grew charged with anticipation. They found themselves trading stories, their desires laid bare for the other to see. David revealed how he often fantasized about the subtle, tantalizing touch of silk ties against his skin, and Mark confessed his yearning to undress a man, one button at a time, to discover what lay beneath.
Their chemistry was undeniable, and as the night waned, they decided to continue their exploration in the privacy of David's hotel room. The moment they crossed the threshold, the air became charged with sexual tension. David unbuttoned his suit jacket with deliberate slowness, allowing it to fall to the floor, revealing a perfectly fitted shirt that clung to his well-defined torso.
Mark watched with hungry eyes, his heart racing as David's hands moved to his tie. The silk material slipped through his fingers as he slowly loosened the knot. Mark couldn't resist any longer and stepped closer, capturing David's lips in a passionate kiss. The fire between them blazed, their hands seeking out every button and zipper, their suits becoming a pile of discarded fabric.
The sensations were intoxicating. Mark's hands explored David's body, tracing the lines of his shirt and pants, while David reveled in the feel of Mark's skilled fingers undoing his tie and exposing his bare chest. The symphony of desire played out in the dimly lit room, every touch and every whispered word a testament to their shared fantasy.
As the night wore on, Mark and David indulged in their deepest desires. Silk ties were used in ways that exceeded their wildest imaginations, adding an extra layer of sensuality to their encounter. Suits and ties adorned their bed, a testament to their passion, and the lines between fantasy and reality blurred until the two men were lost in each other's embrace.
In the aftermath, lying entwined in the hotel room's soft sheets, Mark and David realized that their chance encounter had ignited a new, thrilling chapter in their lives. They had shared not only a night of passion but also a connection that transcended the boundaries of their corporate identities. The allure of well-dressed men in suits and ties had brought them together, and their newfound intimacy was bound by a secret they would forever cherish.
The following day, they parted ways, their paths diverging once more in the vast city. But as Mark watched David disappear into the bustling streets of New York, he couldn't help but smile, knowing that a shared passion had brought two seemingly different businessmen together, and in that connection, they had discovered a world of desire that would continue to draw them back together, no matter the distance.
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