The Magic Suit

sirhugs

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A tailor discovers a bolt of cloth in his basement. He makes it into a suit, which makes the wearer irresistible to women. Not sure where it goes from there...
 
The question is what happens to the attraction when it gets off. And is the magic in the fabric or in the suit itself
 
And how does he use it to his advantage? Aside from obviously being something women simply have to have and the sexual aspects of the story that lead to many naughty bits? Does he get his landlady off his back? Does he seduce a banker for a loan? Does he get pulled over by a lady cop?

If he's down on his luck.. how does he leverage his newfound charisma to change his life?
 
This reminds me of a short, wistful, romantic-but-not-erotic story that I love, The Wonderful Ice Cream Suit by Ray Bradbury (1958) šŸ˜
 
As soon as he gets his first unable-to-resist-him woman back to his apartment and they both get naked, she loses all attraction and runs out the door. Maybe this happens a few times before he figures out that the suit is what is doing the attracting and he needs to leave it on. After that, he limits sex to getting blowjobs with just his dick sticking out of the fly or fucking women from behind with their skirt flipped up over their back and their underwear pushed to the side.
 
I see the post I had written I never posted, so here it is anyway:

For me any story is good if there's something to overcome. Some strife. They might fail to overcome it, but that is part of the journey.

How does the suit make him irresistible? When the suit is donned, you know what to say and do. You can all too easily wiggle into the mind of a woman, making her desire you as much as their (future) partner at their wedding night.

Though it starts to irk him. Where is the knowledge coming from? Who knows how to act like that? Over time he feels like he's being controlled by the suit. A mere passenger looking in at someone more capable than he is, even in the bedroom.

The allure to see and touch women is great, but much like a drug, he starts to both love and hate it. Of course he wants to be with the next absolute 10 stars of a woman, and he does don the suit for it. All the time he questions himself. Is this really me inside her? Am I the one fucking her brains out? Or am I merely a puppet for someone else to control, getting a bit of back splash if pleasure.
 
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