Keiko and the Metal Butterfly ( Light bdsm erotica / Metal Toys / Sex with strangers)

When a traveling businessman crosses Keiko's booth, the overburdened booth-clerk receives an invite to his room that will change the way she sees herself as a sexual being.

Length: 12 (6x9 paperback-sized) pages

Inside: light bdsm, Asian submissive,Black dom, otherworldly mystery, light fantasy, toys

Excerpt:

“Something tells me you don't take breaks much,” he said, gesturing me over to the burgundy chaise lounge by the window. “What's your drink?”
“My drink?”
“You don't drink alcohol?”
“I'm only 20.”
“Ah,” he replied, maintaining his carefree manner. I noticed a hardness developing beneath his trousers hearing it.
“You said body work would help me relax?”
“It can,” he answered, lifting a cup of what smelled like Saki from where I sat to his full lips.
“So, like yoga, then?”
“Yoga, dance, sensual massage, pain,” he answered.
“Pain?”
“Yes,” he answered matter-of-factly. “Just a hint gathers up tension for release. Life itself appears to be based on the same principles. At least in this plane.”
His words scared me, but I didn't feel threatened by him. My questions faltered, though. I sat there, finding my eyes wandering around the room of their own accord. When they returned to him, heat instantly rushed my button under the tantalizing force of his stare.
“What were you hoping for when you came up here, Keiko?”
“To relax,” I answered him, boldly. It was me talking, but it really wasn't me.
“Ah,” he replied with a grin.
His eyes traced a trail over my body.
“And, you thought I might participate in the process?”
“Well, I-”
He raised his hand. “No need to answer.”
I looked at him, blinking.
“Should you take your underwear off now, Keiko? You look constricted.”
I swallowed my nervousness.
“Will it help me relax?”
“Yes,” he answered pointedly.
I reached to pull the cotton panties down from beneath my skirt, over my thighs and calves until they pooled at my feet. The wet mark at their middle both embarrassed and emboldened me.
“Do you often let people make your decisions for you, Keiko?” he asked, as if I'd done nothing more than removed a bangle from my wrist.
I met his eyes, staring back at him defiantly without an answer.
“You're choosing now to rebel? With a stranger?”
I leaned back in the chair, as if bored with his questions, and kicked my leg up, giving him a complete view of my bald pussy.
“You're very wet, Keiko.”
I nodded, locking eyes with him.
“Whatever sparked that kind of tension?” He asked innocently.
I didn't answer.
“Are you going to let me hurt you now, Keiko?”
I froze, for a moment, my bravado leaving me. I prayed it didn't show.
“Do you want to see the other side of pleasure?”
I swallowed and found myself nodding, slowly.