Erotic Writing (Self-Critiques)

8 Ways in which Architecture is used in English Literature
Art:

Architecture:

Literature:

Nobel laureate Alice Munro:

1. Genre and aura
horror and mystery genre

period drama

2. Sense of place and period

Antebellum architecture (n.b., Wikipedia says: Antebellum architecture is especially characterized by Georgian, Neo-classical, and Greek Revival style homes and mansions. These plantation houses were built in the southern American states during roughly the thirty years before the American Civil War; approximately between the 1830s to 1860s.)

3. Symbols and metaphors

Architecture of a dystopian city:

Could I make it be so there is something dystopian about Emily's apartment complex?

4. Character and actor

The architecture expresses itself:

I love this idea because each scene is already titled after the location and therefore each scene could be the location (or the architecture in that location) expressing itself:

• The "hot and windy" beach in scene 1 expresses itself through the wild, uncontrollable confrontation between Brian and Emily.
• The professional, cut-throat ambience of the modernised coffee shop expresses itself through the way Emily manages her workplace
• etc.

5. Link of narration

Architecture and plot development:

I've done something similar with each scene being based on a new setting however, it does not necessarily relate directly to some sort of underlying story arc.

6. Trigger for Transformations

Architecture and character transformation:

7. Emotions

Architecture in conveying human emotions:

I would definitely like to have something like this for Brian's feelings and character development. I suppose in a way the beach already conveys his turbulence, the cafe covers his forward-thinking confidence. I suppose these are more like moods or perhaps even attitudes rather than emotions.

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Unfortunately, I could not find a scene that describes coffee shops or modernised architecture there. I'll have to dig deeper, I guess.

 

Part 2 of S&CS: Writing Progress b

Just a small tweak to this part for now:

"One Americano please," he said gently and Lily turned and smiled sweetly. You could tell with female baristas they saw being nice as a general principle emotionally fulfilling on one hand, smart and practical. Never exhausting or draining, at least you'd hope. And what about Lily? Did she authentically like Brian, or was she just paid to be nice?

I kind of dislike the line "Brian never tried to charm his way out of paying" for reasons I understand but can't articulate. However, it moves the narrative along so for better or for worse, I'll just leave it at this point in time.

Anyway, what about the thing I said in the critique?

Alright, with this in mind, let's change up what I wrote already:

"One Americano coming up, black and no sugar just as you like it," and Brian never tried to charm his way out of paying. Brian was so enraptured by Lily's subtle elegance in her authentic skills as a barista: how she smoothly poured the beans into the grinder and they rumbled as they poured in. She was patient as she took her sexy time waiting for the blend to brew perfectly.

And then, when it had reached that exquisite taste, she made the coffee rush into the cup, pouring like the flow of a beautiful waterfall. The steam oozed from the cup and it was like a sweet therapeutic art as she handed the mesmerised Brian his coffee. He considered the calming affect of her warm, flirtatious smile as well as the sound and the smells of the coffee production.

Then there was hot, steaming taste of the freshly ground roast and the liquid texture as he sat down at his table to take the first sip. There just never were the correct words in the English vocabulary to describe perfect moments like this which was perhaps even why sometimes the beauty could be lost. Or was it worrying about the obscurity of language that clouded the judgement?

And I'll leave it here because to repair the broken plot narrative from here to the end of the story, I'm going to have to seriously reconsider the coffee shop confrontation between Emily and Brian, what is said, what happens and what the aftermath is. That's no simple feat!

 

Part 2 of S&CS: Writing Progress c

So, in the "sub-part a", I got stuck writing about architecture:

So, since I wrote that, I have had a bunch of literature references, let's see if I can find the quotes:

Well, here we have some discussion of modernised literature, so let's take a look at that:

Source: Architecture and Modern Literature by David Spurs (accessed on J-stor, hope they don't sue me)

And for the specific quotes:

"architecture speaks a language that bears testimony to a hidden mythology by making it available to interpretation in concrete form"

"dreams of exotic luxury and domestic bliss, can be read in the luminous passages newly fashioned of iron and glass"

"giving expression to the individual and collective human spirit"

"the first task of art consists in giving shape to the objective, physical world of nature"

"the essence of art lies neither in the expression of spirit nor in an aesthetic autonomy abstracted from the world but rather in the meaning that it produces in the world"

"the architectural work is always the solution to some problem, its meaning is a function of its place in the world, in the relation between its form and the surrounding context"

"a building, as it is “borne along by the stream of history,” acquires a historical meaning by virtue of its mediation between the present and the past from which it emerged"

Ok, let's go change what I wrote originally:

Now, we will have:

Modern exterior, nice balcony with noveau wooden floor boards, the walls were made from windows and the glass doors were open and slide shut. Very minimalist. As Brian, approached the beach hut cafe, he considered to himself that the cafe gave form to the spirit of the beach. The modern architecture was neatly assembled and categorised on this beach firmly contrasted to the pathological aggression of the waves against the rocks and the sharp grains of sand.

It was as though the cafe was the "human part" of the beach and the rest of it was "unfiled, unorganised primitive land and sea". Some philosophers had spoken at length on such topics. Hegel had said that architecture, as a primary art was tasked with the essential function of giving shape to the objective, physical world.

If the cafe Brian approached was served with some humanised function, was it to serve hot beverages and tasty snacks? The reductionist and commercialised purpose of paying the people serving said delicious items for consumption? Or was it purely about the social ambience in the venue?

 

I should mention that all of this would probably be better off describing Emily's apartment complex in the later part, it just makes the whole place seem taller and more imposing. It's the place that overwhelms Brian with his femdom fantasy, after all.

Anyway.

Damn, forget to incorporate this into my description. So:

Modern exterior, nice balcony with noveau wooden floor boards, the walls were made from windows and the glass doors were open and slide shut. Very minimalist. As Brian, approached the beach hut cafe, he considered to himself that the cafe gave form to the spirit of the beach. The modern architecture was neatly assembled and categorised on this beach firmly contrasted to the pathological aggression of the waves against the rocks and the sharp grains of sand.

It was as though the cafe was the "human part" of the beach and the rest of it was "unfiled, unorganised primitive land and sea". Some philosophers had spoken at length on such topics. Hegel had said that architecture, as a primary art was tasked with the essential function of giving shape to the objective, physical world. If the cafe Brian approached was served with some humanised function, then what was it?

Was it to serve hot beverages and tasty snacks - a dream of exotic luxury and domestic bliss? How about the reductionist and commercialised purpose of paying the people serving said delicious items for consumption - the neatly organised cubicle newly fashioned by iron and glass? Or was it purely about the social ambience in the venue - the cafe that gave expression to the individual and collective human spirit?

 

Part 2 of S&CS: Writing Progress d

Back in "sub-part b", I got as far as this:

Now, I'm here:

So, this is the notorious "coffee shop confrontation scene". Even more difficult to manage than the beach confrontation scene because any changes to this dialogue now changes the plot for the rest of the story, which means these "writing progress" entries won't just be "edits" anymore: I'll literally be writing fresh new script from scratch.

... But actually, the really hard part is when Emily threatens to fire Brian. I can cover the part before that where the initial confrontation happens and he erotically fantasises about Lily and the female customers (small grammatical changes made here only):

So, there isn't actually a tonne wrong here, except maybe that the fetishising part is perhaps a tad mild at this stage. But I still haven't figure out if that's entirely a bad thing. Could I maybe have more description of Emily as she walks up behind him? Is the "well, why don't you go change on the fucking beach" line a bit too much?

So, here it is:

What about if instead of wearing the exact same uniform, she has shorts maybe? A dress? Different kinds of shoes? High heels? A necklace? Let's refer back to the description from Part 1:

By contrast, Lily:

Ok, so let's try and update Emily's description in part 2:

Finally, I am not actually that interested in further sexualising Lily or the female customers for now. However,

This part in particular could be more sexual. So:

 

Part 2 of S&CS: Writing Progress e

So in the last writing, I said that I was having difficulty with this part to come:

But since writing that and in particular today, I've had some exciting ideas how to manage all of this. We are going to have the coffee shop confrontation scene as it was but this time, Lily is going to interject and look after Brian, using her friendship and begging Emily not to let him go:

Ok so this time, we're going to interject before here:

This is where Lily will enter the scene. But before this, let's make a few small alterations:

I want to make this part more sexual, more dramatic. And this has to be the part also where Lily is listening to the confrontation. So, I'll just need one small adjustment a little earlier ...

Ok, there's those adjustments made. Next up:

 

Will be posting part 2 in full some time tomorrow, maybe with a few tweaks. Now's the time for comments/feedback!

 

Part 2 of S&CS: Draft 1 (The Coffee Shop)
Modern exterior, nice balcony with noveau wooden floor boards, the walls were made from windows and the glass doors were open and slide shut. Very minimalist. As Brian, approached the beach hut cafe, he considered to himself that the cafe gave form to the spirit of the beach. The modern architecture was neatly assembled and categorised on this beach firmly contrasted to the pathological aggression of the waves against the rocks and the sharp grains of sand. It was as though the cafe was the human part of the beach and the rest of it was unfiled, unorganised primitive land and sea.

Some philosophers had spoken at length on such topics. Hegel had said that architecture, as a primary art was tasked with the essential function of giving shape to the objective, physical world. If the cafe Brian approached was served with some humanised function, was it to serve hot beverages and tasty snacks? The reductionist and commercialised purpose of paying the people serving said delicious items for consumption? Or was it purely about the social ambience in the venue?

Brian, approaching the beach hut cafe, had already closed the job interview for barrista. Pretty girls worked here as he already happened to know, since he had already walked past his crush when he went there before to apply for work. The sandy trail to his destination gave him a deja vu moment how on both occasions he had walked in feeling physically fresh, mentally prepared and dressed sharply in his casual smart attire.

On both occasions Brad had relaxed contentedly following a long beach walk with Brian. In his camper van, Brian had showered, shaved and put on his freshly ironed checkered shirt and dark-grey tight jeans. The black and cyan lines formed parallels to the seams on his tightly fitted clothing where Brian had steam-pressed smouldering heat and blasts of cloudy air earlier that day. This time, Brad's owner confidently walked past his new customers observing the sea front in its primitively raw aggression.

The barista he crushed on had her black hair tied back in a bun. He could observe this as she had her back turned to him while working the coffee grinder. Dressed in all black, she wore flip flops, t-shirt and yoga pants revealing her nice, curvaceous figure (and a very nice bottom). Her feminine fragrances nostalgically reminded Brian of the aftershave he had used as part of his own masculine morning routine that day.

He had sprayed the cologne around his modestly defined jaw line and chest as he admired his own physique in the mirror. It was all part of his self-appreciation ceremony, since he liked to both sleep and shower naked before a busy routine. There was a zen art in the way it felt to wear his clothes after he had freshly washed, dried out and hotly ironed them. Feeling good physically on days like this was an essential component to Brian's self-esteem.

"One Americano please," he said gently and Lily turned and smiled sweetly. You could tell with female baristas they saw being nice as a general principle, emotionally fulfilling on one hand, smart and practical on the other. Never exhausting or draining, at least you'd hope. And what about Lily? Did she authentically like Brian, or was she just paid to be nice?

"One Americano coming up, black and no sugar just as you like it," and Brian never tried to charm his way out of paying. Brian was so enraptured by Lily's subtle elegance in her authentic skills as a barista: how she smoothly poured the beans into the grinder and they rumbled as they poured in. She was patient as she took her sexy time waiting for the blend to brew perfectly.

And then, when it had reached that exquisite taste, she made the coffee rush into the cup, pouring like the flow of a beautiful waterfall. The steam oozed from the cup and it was like a sweet therapeutic art as she handed the mesmerised Brian his coffee. He considered the calming effect of her warm, flirtatious smile as well as the sound and the smells of the coffee production.

Then there was hot, steaming taste of the freshly ground roast and the liquid texture as he sat down at his table to take the first sip. There just never were the correct words in the English vocabulary to describe perfect moments like this which was perhaps even why sometimes the beauty could be lost. Or was it worrying about the obscurity of language that clouded the judgement?

Later, as Brian was finishing up his delicious, authentically brewed hot drink he headed to the bar with the cup. He didn't notice Emily turn up behind him in the same all-black uniform as Lily, even though her high heels clacked through the whole room as she walked, turning heads with her open toes, ruby red nails shining through. Wearing a blouse and medium sized, dress, her smooth, calve muscles defined a femininely elegant contour in contrast to the sharp thin heels that carried her light weight as she easily breezed towards the till.

"Very gentlemanly, saving us all the time and effort, clearing up" she said.

"Well, I am working here now after all, so you'd think it make sense," and Lily laughed awkwardly in response but Emily was not at all reserved.

"Your the new arrival and you're drinking coffee before your first shifts even begun?" she criticised with acerbic attack, sending shock waves down Brian's spine from behind. "Where's your uniform, anyway?"

Brian was shocked and swallowed his fear but he kept his cool. "Oh, it's in the bag here, I was going to go change in the toilets here."

"Well, I'm the supervisor here and we can't have staff changing in the customer facilities. You're going to have to do better than how you were managing your dog before. Go change on the fucking beach or something."

Mysteriously, she put it so bluntly embarrassing Brian in the moments she wanted him to feel shame but nobody noticing when she used crass language and no customer feeling uncomfortable with her dulcet aggression.

"Right-o," said Brian cheerily and headed back to his camper for the awkward walk of shame there and back. Customers applauded as he walked back through in black t-shirt and jeans and he gave a bow while Emily scowled at him, and Lily giggled while Emily couldn't see her facial expressions.

"You're late," said Emily. "Pay attention to how I operate the till."

During the day as Emily micro-managed Brian, asking sure he did every little thing she asked while showing him the ropes, Brian could not help but feel aroused. Somehow he felt calmer when subdued and under her control. It was both exciting and sexually elevating to have this dominant woman carefully observing his every move, clearly obsessed with controlling and taming his wild nature as she perceived it.

Brian had to be especially careful not to check out the customers and the other bar tenders too obviously (as he always was discrete, he thought). After all, it might feel sexy to him if Emily got a little irritated but he did not want to test the full boundaries of his new boss's patience. However, the day proved that Cornish talent at the beach was something else.

After his eyes slipped down to Lily's beautiful bust concealed only by her t-shirt, his eyes slipped down to her petite feet, toe nail polish and pretty anklet, too. Lily smiled flirtatiously and checked out Brian in return, not bothering to disguise her quick flashing glance up and down his slender, athletic physique. But Emily didn't look impressed.

"Brian, one word in private please," she commanded. Was she ... jealous?

I bet the smug prick just thinks I'm jealous of Lily, thought Emily as the hapless Brian was led to the back-room like an admonished, vulnerable puppy, helplessly following the clacks of her high heel slapping the floor with each footstep as he walked there. The cafe was a bit quieter now which was probably why Emily chose this moment to reprimand Brian. Foor this reason, Lily snuck up to the back-room door, discretely flicking the heels of her flip flops to the souls of her feet so her steps wouldn't be heard and breathing without a sound.

It was surprising how bleak and cold this room was, even on a hot day like this. The walls were a dull grey. Boxes and boxes of coffee stacked up in intimidating fashion around the edges of the room and Emily snapped at Brian to be careful as he stepped around them. She instructed him that he had forgotten to sign in that day as she snapped her fingers and pointed at the table with the register, so Brian went ahead and wrote his name and the time that he believed he had arrived for work.

Even as Emily ordered that Brian sit on a short stool as she fetched a higher wheelie chair for her to sit down on in front of him, Brian did not get the impression that she was genuinely a mean-spirited bitch. On the other hand, it almost seemed like she did this for him, because she sensed it excited him. That as the wild, free spirit he was, Brian secretly needed taming and that probably, from where he was sitting he had some stereotypical pornographic fantasy where Emily rode his penis cowgirl style and a riding crop in her hand.

"I can't have you looking at customers and other baristas the way you have been. You're looking at boobs and bums, even feet all fucking day. A woman's eyes are up here when you talk to them, do you understand? It's disrespectful."

"Well, what exactly are you going to tell the boss?" Brian laughed, and then he asserted: "I was looking at the women directly." After all, it's not like most guys don't have this problem to some degree.

"How about I tell her you assaulted me with your dog, turned up to work in the wrong outfit and started late?"

"I assaulted ..." Brian looked stupefied. "Don't be ridiculous."

"It's not ridiculous. Listen to me, Brian. I've worked my ass off at this venture the last 5 years, you only just got started. Who do you think they'll believe?".

Brian, frustrated beyond belief, was close to tears humiliated from the embarassment of it all - were there customers outside who could hear all of this? Had Lily had heard the way he had just been berated? Did she think he was just some sort of creep that couldn't keep his eyes off her? If he or Emily had listened just a little closer, they would have heard a short, breathless gasp from Lily outside as she fiercely, intensely and empathetically felt his predicament. Brian had turned speechless, ready to just walk out. But some feeling made him freeze with inactivity as he stared at the door.

Emily was ready to quickly respond after the pregnant pause which she probably revelled in. She was even pretending to look almost partially sympathetic now. Or was this a genuine gesture? She was about to let him know that all she really required was for Brian to start being more apologetic and get a firmer grip on how he conducted himself at work but at that very moment, Lily burst in through the door in an emotional state, shocking both Emily and Brian. Then she turned her head and looked directly, at Emily with big pleading eyes.

"Don't let Brian go!" she begged. "He is so loyal to us, he comes here most days and he always brings his cups back and is nice, polite and respectful to me. I like Brian! I will help Brian out! I will help make him be a good fit here, I promise."

Emily paused for a moment in surprise and then slowly, she smirked erotically.

"Don't worry," she said calmly - she was never going to sack someone that was clearly such a hit with not just Lily but the female clientele as well. "Everything is going to be ok. I'm a forgiving kind of person, so Brian gets another chance here."

Brian looked at her and could not help but feel a pang of resentment but more to the point, he was overwhelmed with joy at how deeply Lily seemed to care for him - and he had barely known her that long, it felt.

"But you Lily, you have to be responsible for Brian now. Brian, don't fuck this up. We have to do something about you gawking women up and down though," she started saying a lot quite quickly and very unabashedly. "In particular, we can't have you looking at their feet, so we will have to do something to control your behaviour, perhaps even your erections. Lily, we're about ready to start closing up now. Make sure Brian cleans all the surfaces and does it well. I want the place absolutely spotless."

 

Writing this when I'm due for a release not so long from now is both difficult and immensely hot.

 

Part 3 of S&CS: Writing Progress a

For those who would like to see the updated draft of part 2, here it is. And for the annotations, click here. Part 2 in its original form is here.

Ok, so things get tricky here. Because I'm essentially writing a new chapter, I don't actually have a critique to go on as I annotate my thought process while progressing with new draft material. All I have to go on are general things I wrote when I concluded my critiques:

Things to avoid or somehow address:

I also mentioned that "I may put Lily into more of a front-seat role story wise" and that's kind of the whole point of this part which will have three functions:

• Give Lily a prominent role, essentially as the people influencer, someone that brings Brian and Emily closer together in the story
• Move the plot forwards - or make it take a step "back" by introducing the development that will persuade Emily to introduce Brian to her female cabal
• Humanise Emily somehow - she cannot just be "the sexy bitch" in the story, she has to have a deeper sense of emotional involvement
• Keep sexual tension through this: sexual tension has been building very slowly and rather than ramp it up by suddenly introducing a wild sexy BDSM scene which I feel ruined my plot development last time, actually I want to keep the "tease" going this time around: I want the reader to feel how Brian feels sexually frustrated and denied for most of (all of) book one

So, this part is going to be the section that does the above? How? Lily has already begged Emily to keep Brian around, so in a sense her role as "people influencer" has already been introduced at least at a surface level. The last function has already been superficially introduced as well, more so in part two than part one although part one is erotic in more of a psychological way (how Emily feels desiring to "break down" Brian) compared to the physical approach in part two (how Brian lusts over the appearances of the women in the story). The other two functions however have not been introduced, so what exactly is this section going to be about?

The time flashes will show how Lily encouraged Brian and Emily to take a trip with her to the mall at the end of the workday. The present moment will describe the architecture of the mall and escalate sexual tension in the activities they choose to engage in at the mall, as Lily and Emily bring Brian to test perfume scents, have their nails painted, try on sexy outfits and have Brian give his opinion, go for a pedicure as Brian becomes aroused watching them dip their bare feet in the waters.

I will begin with an architectural description of the mall. Luckily, I have already found a resource that depicts architecture in modern literature, so I will refer back to those quotes:

"architecture speaks a language that bears testimony to a hidden mythology by making it available to interpretation in concrete form"

"dreams of exotic luxury and domestic bliss, can be read in the luminous passages newly fashioned of iron and glass"

"giving expression to the individual and collective human spirit"

"the first task of art consists in giving shape to the objective, physical world of nature"

"the essence of art lies neither in the expression of spirit nor in an aesthetic autonomy abstracted from the world but rather in the meaning that it produces in the world"

"the architectural work is always the solution to some problem, its meaning is a function of its place in the world, in the relation between its form and the surrounding context"

"a building, as it is “borne along by the stream of history,” acquires a historical meaning by virtue of its mediation between the present and the past from which it emerged"

Ok, so my opening will begin something like as follows:

Tall and imposing, modernised frame structures of iron filled with glass walls and the commercialised functions and general business of the human traffic in and out. People only came to the mall with some financial incentive. Yes, they wanted to browse, talk to others, occasionally check social media or try a sample of some free product. But their leisure here was burdened by the cost on their wallet in some way. This building gave structure to the large Cornish city constructed by the coast: it was the human spirit that dwelled on the seafront.

With her sweet charm, flirtatious smile, cute labrador puppy-esque demeanour and ever-present "how to make friends and influence people" skills, Lily totally lacked the same subtle condescension of those who "just know" because of their admittedly high but also somewhat self-professed social intelligence. She and Brian had scrubbed the small, dried pools of coffee stains on the marble surfaces at work, sprayed them with pungent-smelling soapy liquids, wiped them and swept and mopped the floors.

Under Emily's watchful glare while she served the few last remaining customers, the two had subserviently made the whole place spotless. And Lily dared to approach the strictly reprimanding, instinctively assertive and sharply tongued Emily at the end of the day. Somehow, Lily cajoled and soothed her hard outer-appearance, convincing her to relax after a busy day, close early as there weren't any customers left and go to the mall with her and Brian. Lily was more than just a people pleaser. She was a subtle diplomat, an artist of the human soul and a people co-ordinator.

As for Brian, he was completely innocent to such a plan but needed no convincing himself as clearly evidenced by his enthusiastic puppy like trail beside Emily and Lily as they walked to the mall. He practically worshipped the ground they walked on but he also did not want them to catch wind of what he felt was a passive trait, so he awkwardly attempted to stride in a masculine manner beside them. But he did not know how to relate to their conversation as they mainly talked girly things. Luckily for him, Lily was excellent at engaging him.

 

Part 3 of S&CS: Writing Progress b
In this part, I will maintain Lily's role as people co-ordinator as I begin to humanise and develop Emily into a more likeable role. So last time, I got here:

As for Brian, he was completely innocent to such a plan but needed no convincing himself as clearly evidenced by his enthusiastic puppy like trail beside Emily and Lily as they walked to the mall. He practically worshipped the ground they walked on but he also did not want them to catch wind of what he felt was a passive trait, so he awkwardly attempted to stride in a masculine manner beside them. But he did not know how to relate to their conversation as they mainly talked girly things. Luckily for him, Lily was excellent at engaging him.

Now, Lily will ask him questions as girls do and as Brian responds, Emily will watch him and develop intrigue and interest:

Brian was bombarded with questions by Lily to soothe and relax his nerves. "What's your favourite ice cream?" "What brought you here from Manchester?" "What do you love about Cornwall?" "Have you ever had a girlfriend, Brian?" As Brian immediately warmed to Lily, Emily watched with intrigue and developing affection. It was hard to dislike his bashful aloofness in subconscious attempt to appear cool, his inexperience talking with women but in particular, the positive radiance in his obvious magnetism towards Lily - but then how could anyone possibly dislike Lily?

Next up, I will have them walk around the mall and do things that I mentioned last time:

So, here we go:

Emily decided to give Brian a break:

"Me and Lily usually go to get our nails painted, would you like to come along, Brian?"*

"Sure!" Brian was not so uncalibrated that he always acted unenthusiastic - even though he wouldn't normally be so excited about watching women paint their nails. Normally, he would have held a grudge a while longer against Emily but Lily had his spirits off to a good start and he just wanted the shopping trip to be a fun time. The three walked into an exotically fragranced beauty salon, where a Parisian woman pulled out a bright white leather chairs and foot-stools for Lily and Emily. Brian stood at first awkwardly but then in a mesmerised, erotic trance as the Parisian took off their shoes to paint their toe nails.

"Don't stand there so awkwardly!" Emily exclaimed. "Why don't you try getting down, see how she does the job so well? Women like having these things done for them, you know Brian!"

Brian grew erect but his jeans pushed his hard penis down, making the sensations erotic but physically awkward. He would have adjusted his jeans but he was now in the view of three women, so he could not let them know he had grown hard, especially not after what Emily had said to him earlier that day. The experienced Parisian beautician dutifully passed Brian a knee pad and he kneeled down and watched as she put cotton wool between each of Emily's gorgeous toes and gave them a fresh paint of fierce, saturated red to communicate Emily's sharply assertive personality.

After this, Emily suggested that having learned to do this, Brian might like to paint Lily's toenails himself and when he agreed, naturally he tried to contain his arousal but all three women could visibly see what was happening as he squirmed around, trying to deal with his awkward boner. The Parisian lady even thought it comical as she had Brian place the cotton wool buds between Lily's pretty little toes. Then she went to collect an assortment of differently coloured nail paints. Emily asked Lily what colour she would like her toenails painted.

"Like a rainbow!" Lily replied and so, as the Parisian passed Brian the different colours, he painted her toes left to right: black, red, orange, yellow, blue, cyan, green, purple, pink and white. Of course, it took a while for her nails to dry, so as the three women talked about girly things, Brian did not have a chair to sit on. He had to remain kneeled trying to keep his glance away from, or at least not be seen watching the paint dry on Lily's small, pretty toes.

 

Note:
Ok, so reading that back somehow I got the phrase "immaculate beauty" stuck in my mind. I don't think I actually wrote that, however, I am going to find a way to edit that in when I come back to this text.