There was a Rustle of Black Silk Stockings by Robert McAlmon
Published 1963, Paperback
Her hand was caressing as she received the forbidden kiss. A lush feeling of desire gushed up within her. "Yes" she said huskily, with yet a rasp of machinery in her remarkable voice. "You do understand? Some of us always want so much, and if we drink tonight, I'm sure I'll be wanting everybody in the room... until I really look closer, at the individual..."