clairecupperotica, Author at NSFW story

I came to steal from him. I fucked him, too. (Part 1) [Daddy] [age gap] [femme fatale] [crime] [masturbation] [voyeurism] [girl on top] [flash fiction] [flash erotica]

**Heyyyyy folks,**

This is Part One of another two-parter. Gotta have a Daddy story every once in a while. I don’t write incest stuff, but I do write femme fatale! Here she be.

Hope you like it!

***xo, Claire***

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I hadn’t planned to hide in the closet.

It was yesterday afternoon. I was in his bedroom looking for shit I could steal—art, luxury jewelry, maybe even gold from a safe. He walked in when I had just found a case of watches on his dresser. They were easily worth a hundred thousand dollars each.

The walk-in closet was the closest place to hide. I snuck myself behind the double doors and left them open just a crack. I wanted to be on the lookout in case I needed to dive behind his rack of suits. I never thought I’d see him strip naked and slide into his king-sized bed with a laptop.

At first, watching him masturbate was surreal. He couldn’t suck his own dick or anything. It was actually the opposite. He sat upright against his antique headboard and stroked himself under the sheets. I assumed he was watching porn because he put in wireless earbuds. It all looked so ordinary, like something I would do. I grew up poor. I had always imagined rich dudes having crazy sex with beautiful people, not quiet sex with themselves. Read more »

For me, sucking dick is like a drug [MF] [strangers] [part 2] [flash fiction] [flash erotica]

**Heyo,**

I have another short story for you. This is (finally) part 2 for [A random guy fingers me in an Uber](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fdya2x/a_random_guy_fingers_me_in_an_uber_mf_public_sex/). Sorry for the delay! I had major writer’s block.

Hope this makes you a bit sweaty and squirmy. ?

P.S. My stories do not have safe sex. Because they’re fiction. I highly recommend safe sex irl.

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The other people we encounter on our way back to my apartment are just as unlucky as the Uber driver.

On the elevator, there’s no music to drone out the sighs between our deep kisses. Even though he hides me in a shadowy corner, the light still shines on our hands as they grope our most private parts. My neighbors standing next to us—I think the couple in 2D—sharply whisper, even as they get off the elevator.

As soon as the doors close, my man of the evening pins me to the wall with his hips. He undoes the top button of his shirt. We’re alone, but I still insist, “Not here.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to have to deal with them when we get to your place.” Read more »

A random guy fingers me in an Uber [MF] [public sex] [strangers] [slow burn] [part 1] [flash fiction] [flash erotica]

**Heya,**

I said I’d keep my stories short, so I’m splitting this up into two parts.

Hope ya get a little hot and bothered. ?

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I briskly sachet toward my chosen man of the evening sitting in the back of the speakeasy, making sure to check if someone is following me. He sets his drink on the nearby coffee table while he laughs with his friends, and just as he settles back in his eclectic armchair, I touch his shoulder.

“Hey, babe!” I slide onto his lap and let my legs dangle from my short dress.

He understandably tenses. “Um. I don’t know you.”

“Shh…” I affectionately brush some hair from his forehead, as if I’ve done it before. But I anxiously shift my gaze around the room. “Do you have a significant other?”

His voice drops in suspicion. “No…”

My hand glides down his face. My thumb brushes against his cheekbone, and when my fingers reach his jaw, I feel it relax from my touch. Until I ask, “Are you attracted to me?”

“What?” Read more »

I crash my Tesla and end up screwing the GM [fiction] [sexting] [snapchat] [fingering] [angry sex] [flash erotica]

# I kick open the door to the service center and shout into the empty garage,

“I want to see the general manager!”

He steps out of his office and smiles at me, but it quickly fades as I stomp toward him in my rain-soaked shoes.

He says, “I guess this isn’t a personal visit.”

Fuck no, it isn’t.

Sure, he gave me his number when I dropped off my Model 3. And we’ve texted. He has a cute butt, and I told him that one night after one (or three) too many glasses of Sparkletini. Sparkletini makes me flirty. But I’m a pretty shitty flirt because I also texted him, quote: “i liike yur teeth.”

Sexy.

But for some reason, he thought that was cute. After my hangover, he told me that he could tell I wasn’t wearing a bra when we first met, and that got him hard. I started riding my bike to work—because, no car—and during my commute, I also started grinding against my bike seat while imagining him jerking off behind his desk. Read more »

Welcome Party [flash erotica] [orgy] [oral, vaginal] [lesbian] [neighbors]

**Go to the bottom of the post if you want to learn *{~*~} Claire’s Golden Principle {~*~}* before you read. If you don’t, that’s totally fine.**

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# This is the greatest welcome party I’ve ever had.

I read online that this apartment building was friendly and open-minded. That was an understatement.

I wasn’t completely surprised when all ten of my neighbors greeted me the day I moved in. I was flattered that they all called me beautiful. I was a little off-put when they asked about my relationship status (single, at the moment), but it’s no secret that neighbors can be nosy. I appreciated the fact they invited me over for dinner. I accepted, but then I sort of regretted it when they told me to “wear something that’s easy to take off.”

Now it’s after dinner, and they’re taking their clothes off.

I’ve only known these people for a week, but none of them seem self-conscious undressing in front of me. Their boobs and balls and penises flop around while they all neatly fold their clothes and put them in cubbies. One neighbor — an older woman in her sixties — gestures to the empty cubby next to hers. That one’s mine, apparently. Read more »

Weekend Getaway [flash erotica] [public sex] [oral] [breakup] [vacation]

**Go to the bottom of the post if you want to learn *{~*~} Claire’s Golden Principle {~*~}* before you read. If you don’t, that’s totally fine.**

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# This was supposed to be my blissful post-breakup weekend getaway.

I finally break up with my boyfriend because I’m tired of telling him he needs to “communicate with me.” Then I cash in my airline miles for the cheapest place that can give me sunburn. The winner is the Arizona desert.

I charge two nights at a nice resort on my credit card, pull on my too-small bathing suit in my room, turn off my cell phone, and go to the pool.

When I sit on a chaise lounge chair with a massive margarita, I vow my only goals are to get stupidly drunk and imagine ways all of the happy couples will meet untimely deaths.

I imagine a newlywed couple getting explosive diarrhea in the hot tub when a bird poops on my shoulder.

“Ugh!”

“Oh no.” A pair of khaki shorts rushes next to me. “Ginger, that was rude.”

I grimace. “My name isn’t Ginger.” I dip my napkin in my margarita since I have no other liquid to clean my shoulder. Read more »

Meet Renée [public sex] [oral] [vaginal] [forbidden love]

# Some of the most extravagant events happen on New Year’s Eve.

I don’t attend them. I run them. Over ten years, I’ve built a career organizing parties for the elite and their friends—for holidays, fundraisers, weddings, birthdays, and no reason at all.

During that same time, Jesse has built a career as a caterer and restauranteur. We’ve worked together before. Many times, before. Too many times. Both his food and his tongue have become dangerously familiar to me. Mine glides against it like it’s an old friend. My bottom lip welcomes his gentle bite, and my clit pulses against the bulge between his hips. He holds me tightly like he’s held me dozens of times, with an arm around my waist and a hand cupping my ass. We fit perfectly, like we have from the beginning, like five years ago when we ran our first event together. Read more »