Men in suits somehow manage to fall into their own category of porn.
The sight of a sharply dressed man touches me in dirty places. There is something about all those layers, perfectly tailored to hug his form, that excite me to an irrational level. A suit screams of authority and power, the direct reason behind my arousal.
Then there’s the matter of undressing out of a suit. It’s an ideal visual to imagine him dropping those layers as he prowls towards you, slowly unbuttoning buttons and sliding the crisp fabric off his skin.
Yeah, I don’t think a naked man could compete with a man in a suit.
Not unless he’s just come out of one.