The thought was absurd so he discarded it. She was walking with confident steps. Her small feet were clad in high heeled clogs that were showing off ...er delicate ankles. Peter fixed his gaze on the pristine rosiness of her rounded heels. Then, he explored the soft curves of her calves and thighs, wondering how a human being could be so perfect. She turned into a deserted side street. Peter quickened his pace, afraid that he could lose her. As he turned the corner, he saw her standing. You have been warned.This is my first pass at writing and publishing content of a sexual nature. While I have written other creative projects and am semi-comfortable putting my work out on the internet, this is my first real pass at writing smut and sex scenes or describing the various ins and outs of the female and male *ahem* anatomy, so forgive me if either seem over-poetic or just plain off. Any advice would be welcome, and I’ve tried to make ample use of resources such as the Encyclopedia. “We went to a trendy Gastropub and then a strip club when I wore that lace corset dress James, not an elegant Italian restaurant."What you chose for me to wear this evening was exceptionally inappropriate,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm and even.“How did you feel when those old women looked at you while we were walking through my restaurant?” he said, taking his eyes off of the road for the first time since we’d begun this conversation and looking directly into mine.“I felt mortified,” I. I winked at her and she smiled again. Then she dragged her chair towards me and sat closer. We had a long conversation, occasionally touching each other’s hands while laughing. She was sitting so near to me that I could smell her fragrance. She had a nice perfume on her body.Me – Your smell is making me crazy.She – Really? (moving her tongue over her lips).Me – 36?She – Yes, it is 36C.Me – I was asking your age.She laughed loudly. I put my hand on her waist, moving my finger to the navel. She.