#errotic

The parking lot was crowded as Sarah arrived with nervous anticipation. It was a motel like any other, with a few dozen dingy rooms sporting well-used beds. The location was out of the way, skirting the edge of town near the railroad tracks where few people bothered to go. However, the place had a reputation for late-night hook-up calls, and it was for this reason it had been chosen.

Stepping out of the car, she shivered in the cold night air and hurriedly made her way across the parking lot. Sarah felt scandalous as she walked in a skimpy black dress and high-heeled leather boots that went all the way up to her thighs. Her dress barely covered her rear, allowing a flash of red panties to be visible beneath. The entire outfit screamed sex and the look she got from the woman behind the counter confirmed that that was what people saw.

“Help you, honey?” the woman asked with a funny smile as Sarah tried to remain calm.

She'd never done anything like this before and had serious doubts that it would work. However, something had to be done as both she and her husband admitted they were bored with their sex life. For months they had been searching for some way to inject new energy, and a few nights ago, Greg had a tantalizing idea. He suggested a little role play, where he would pick a random day and, instead of coming home, go to this motel. He would leave a message on the answering machine pretending to be a random guy calling for a hook-up. She was to dress the part and go out in public to earn her money. He promised to do everything to make it seem like he was somebody else, even paying her for an hour.

“Mr. Garcia's room,” she asked as the women behind the counter glared at her.

“Working late tonight, eh?' she asked while looking through the registry. She found the name and told her to go to room eleven. Before Sarah could go, the woman told her to come back when she was done and leave her number. There were plenty of men who wanted a girl, and her night could be busy.

Sarah felt ashamed and dirty as the woman clearly mistook her for a prostitute. She walked away with butterflies in her stomach, wondering if this night might work after all. Now that she was actively playing the role, she felt an excitement that had been missing from her life for years. She couldn't help but smile as she passed a man who took a second look and muttered something about wanting a piece of that. For a brief moment, she wondered if she would enjoy making a living like this. Certainly, her job was a dead end and didn't pay very well, but could she really make a living sleeping with strangers?

By the time she reached the door, her anxiety and excitement were so mixed that she practically bounced. This was the best idea Greg had ever had, and she was fully turned on. Maybe they could arrange to do this a few times a month to keep things interesting. Whatever the case, she was committed to the role, and he was going to get the sex of his life.

She knocked on the door, smiling wider when it opened slightly. She noticed a hotel brochure braced in the door frame to prevent it from locking and realized he must have wanted her to walk right in.

Sarah's heart raced as she threw the door open, revealing a dark room lit only by the numbers of a cheap alarm clock. She crept in and shut the door behind herself, deepening the gloom that pervaded over the room. She went to turn on the lights but realized this was part of the game. So long as she couldn't see him, the mystery could be preserved, and with a lick at her lips, she approached the bed. Though it was hard to see in the gloom, it was obvious nobody was in bed. The covers were thrown aside, and a strange incense-like smell hung in the air. She had smelled something like this before, on men who used cheap soap and aftershave. It wasn't a scent familiar to Greg, and she marveled at all the little details he had thought of. He really was going all out to make this feel like an encounter with a stranger, and it sent waves of goosebumps crawling along her skin.

“So, where are you hiding?” she called out in a sensual voice. “You know you only have an hour.”

She jumped as his strong hands curled about her waist from behind. She smiled as Greg pulled her into his chest and nuzzled at her neck while his hands began to wander. With closed eyes, she writhed under his touch as firm hands fondled her breasts.

“You are more beautiful than I imagined,” he said in a well-executed Spanish accent. Sarah knew he could speak Spanish but couldn't believe how well he managed the accent. It was one more detail he was using to make this night special for her. She decided to surrender and commit to the role, ensuring he had his fun.

“My money upfront,” she stated and held up her hand.

“Direct to business,” he laughed as his hands came away. “Very well, here is your money,” he added and pressed a hundred dollar bill into her hand. She looked the money over, wondering why he had given her a hundred when they agreed on fifty, but hey, she was supposed to keep it, so she would. In fact, from here on, she would charge him a hundred every time he wanted sex, and he would have to book a motel room. Sarah wanted the experience of dressing like a whore and going out where people would see her. She tucked the bill into her handbag and tossed it on the table as his hands returned to exploring her body.

“Now that business is done, let’s move on to pleasure,” he said in his amazing accent.

Toshio Saeki (JP, 1945)

Yometsubaki, 1977 (splash)

Madoromi, 2015 (colour chart)

Sakuramai, 1994

https://www.juxtapoz.com/news/painting/toshio-saeki-selected-works-1972-2016-narwhal-projects-toronto/

lust was under his blankets, he was very upset. being so drained from all the parties, sex and drugs. it made him feel used, unloved an like a toy. lust takes in a shallow breath to calm himself but the tears kept flowing. error teleports into lust-tale, he was aware that lust was down so came to comfort him. error had been going to blue's friendship lessons to get a better idea of what to do to make lust

feel better, upon entering lust's home he could see the house was a little bit messier than he'd last remember. error quickly goes upstairs. stopping in front of lust's door, hearing lust's whimpers and sobs tore at his soul. he softly knocks "love can i come in?" lust gasps softly in surprise, sitting up slowly "y-yeah glitch" error opens the door looking at the sniffling skeleton with worry. sitting next

to him error quickly realized that although he remembered the basic actions of hugging, back rubs, wrap a blanket around the sad person, make them a cup of hot coco and add marshmallows, he didn't remember the order. so nervously he looks into lust's sad and tired eyes, he hesitantly reached out his hand rubbing lust's back slowly "wh-hat's w-wrong?" error asks softly, voice glitching a

little bit. lust sniffs and wipes his eyes ".....I just feel so so unloved, I just want to feel love, I wanna feel like more than just a sex toy....." error hugs him close, feeling lust nuzzle into his scarf/neck, clinging to him. "oh!" lust looks at him confused, he tilts his head a bit "this is the time I make you a drink! than a blanket, blue told me all about it, how to comfort someone" lust smiled

a bit and gave a small laugh "blue's friendship lessons?" error shyly nods, error picks him up and grabbed lusts blanket. heading downstairs, lust looks up at him, blushing bright purple. setting him on the couch, error than wraps the blanket around him before making lust a warm cup of hot coco with some mini marshmallows "h-here love" lust blushed a bit more, accepting the

offering with a small smile "thank you glitch" error sat next to lust, bouncing his leg nervously "I hope I'm do-oing a good job at comfort.." lust nuzzles into him deeply "hehe...you did good glitch, I really appreciate it, I really appreciate you" error blushes heavily 'lust if you continue you'll make me reboot' error thought but nuzzles back , the warmth was nice, a bit overwhelming but he felt

its a different time line so shhh and drawn with a mouse

the story summary: error in a fight with ink he accidentally destroys lust-tale. as much as error wasn't very attached to anyone in the au he still had a little crush on lust sans. error in his attempt to help science sans and ink remake lust he was caught in a explosion causing him and the lust copy to be extremely damaged. the 2 now have gems to keep them stable, error finds the new lust who was much more quiet more attractive, lust was starting to return to his normal self and drift from error, who having grown attracted to him will do anything to keep lust as his

the drawings is of them as kids