Chapter Five
I stop in Barneys once a month. Not necessarily to buy anything but because I
love to fondle a well-made suit. That may sound strange, and, if it does, so be
it. I derive great pleasure from admiring pliant natural fabrics stitched
together with an artist's eye and a craftsman's needle. In particular, I enjoy
the soft, silky linings of a good suit, the kind that when you wear the right
linen shirt rubs sweetly against your nipples. Encased snuggly in a well-lined
suit, my body feels like it's being hugged through long days of meetings and ass
kissing.
On this afternoon I'd sneaked out of the office and cabbed it over to the East
Side to luxuriate in the uncomplicated pleasures of fondling fine fabric. I was
on one knee in the Donna Karan section, touching the interior of a charcoal gray
double-breasted number when a woman's voice asked me a strange question: "Which
would you prefer?"
I turned and found two long, slender pieces of ... read full excerpt from Show and Tell ebook
