The Chef and the Writer (Lisa and Frank's Excellent Adventures)
So, I was invited to attend an Erotic Writer's Symposium. It was an honor, because some of the country's finest writers were there. I arrived at the Bohemian Absinthe Lounge in Center City, Philadelphia. It's a Whiskey bar with rooms upstairs for private parties, discussions about sex, lifestyles, erotic fiction, etc. I sat at the beautiful gleaming wooden bar and sipped my Cognac, as this Russian nurse chef tends to do. Writers gathered in the lounge as soft jazz music played. I took my seat and inhaled the scent of Gauloises. I listened as writers took the podium and recited some of their work. Some of the glamourous and beautiful women were sipping Absinthe. I was glancing around admiring their beauty when a muscular handsome man began to read his story.
I focused on him, hearing his wonderfully masculine baritone voice. It dripped sex. He and I locked eyes and he read his erotic story directly to me. I began to feel my heart beating faster and my nipples got hard. Now, I have 42DD natural breasts so this was quite a sight to see LOL. I noticed men sneaking glances at me and smiling a little at my obvious arousal. I stared at the man, who identified himself as Frank. I could see he was a bit younger than me, but he had a stillness and a presence about him. He stepped to the side of the podium to ask if anyone had any questions and comments. To my astonishment, he had a raging hard-on! I could see every line of his cock and balls outlined by his tight pants. I gasped inwardly. Completely unconsciously, he absent-mindedly stroked his manhood through his pants as he fielded questions from the audience. Then I grinned and decided to play with him a little.
