Purple Prosaic is a self-publishing label featuring the nocturnal emissions of eroticists Alessia Brio & Will Belegon.
Topping Love
Cover © Alessia Brio 		TOPPING LOVE
PURA VIDA (BOOK 2)
PP-012, PURPLE PROSAIC, OCTOBER 2009
In this charming and thought-provoking tale featuring several of the characters from Brio's "Wetter Has Never Been Better," pizza provides a model for the definition of love.

"Topping Love" was first published as part of Alessia Brio's debut collection, fine flickering hungers.

[EROTICA, EROTIC ROMANCE, CONTEMPORARY, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, PARANORMAL-ISH, COSTA RICA]

 

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EXCERPT
The kid bagging her groceries was staring at her tits—again. Sam absolutely adored the attention. She knew with utter certainty that she could have the boy—What was he, maybe nineteen?—with little more than a wink and a smile, not that she particularly wanted him. She just enjoyed the power trip.

On her last birthday, her fiftieth, Sam abruptly decided to give up the battle against aging. Until that point, she spent a great deal of time, money, and energy fighting the inevitable—and still losing. So, several months ago, she stopped coloring her hair and got a carefree cut, scaled way back on the makeup, ditched the professional manicures, and eased into a much more casual wardrobe. She found the metamorphosis surprisingly liberating. Rather than lessening the attention received, Sam discovered—much to her delight—that everyone found her natural appearance considerably more enticing.

Feeling good, as opposed to merely looking good, became Sam's new focus. With the money saved, she invested in a home exercise center: treadmill, recumbent cycle, weights, and ballet barre. She didn't have a weight problem, but she'd been quite out of shape. The newly acquired fitness felt good—very, very, VERY good. And, wonder of wonders, her butt climbed back up where it belonged, instead of continuing its glacial slide toward her knees. With the time and energy saved, she had sex; lots and lots of autoerotic sex. If masturbation was a religion, Sam was its high priestess. She experimented with vibrators and Ben Wa balls and stimulating creams and anal beads—most of which Richard provided when manufacturers sent him samples—and all of which enhanced, rather than sated, her incredible libido.