Category: eroticliterature

Exhibitionist Stewardess Strips and Masturbates at an Airport Machine Shop [FM][exhibitionism][striptease][masturbation][bondage][real flight attendant]

[THE ORIGINAL STORY POSTED ON IMGUR WITH PICS/GIFS IS HERE](https://imgur.com/OEVzrpg)

I am a real US Airline flight attendant but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am an addicted exhibitionist.

My husband knows and understands this about me and has supported me in acting out my exhibitionist fantasies on my layovers.

But he really surprised me recently by arranging a party with his friend who owns a machine shop just north of the San Antonio airport. When I asked him what that had to do with me, he told me I was to be the entertainment.

“And what does your friend think I’m going to do to entertain and who is going to be at this party?”

He said, “I told him how sexy you can be when you do certain things. I let his imagination fill in the rest but I want you to do this – for yourself and for me. I fantasize about showing you off and, come on, the exhibitionist in you will love it.”

You know that switch that tells people not to cross the line between reality and fantasy? Well mine has never worked very well so I agreed to do it. Read more »

Advent Kinkendar: December 16th [Ffm]

Despite everything that happened, I had still hoped that Miss was going to end my day with an orgasm yesterday, but you won’t be very surprised to hear that she didn’t. In just 24 hours she has driven me from going nuts through overstimulation to being delirious from desperation. I’d recovered a little overnight, but I’m still feeling a constant ache and greed emanating from between my legs.

I almost screamed as I woke up this morning; Miss teasing my nipples felt pretty good as I first started to stir; but then she viciously pinched them, waking me up with a jolt of adrenaline, my eyes wide in shock. “Fuuuuck” I gasped looking up at her sweet smile, looking for all the world as though she was waking me with the climax I was so desperate for.

She wasn’t so kind to the boy, going straight for pinching them tight, and he did indeed scream. Read more »

Drunk and forced [non consent] [Rape TW]

***rescued from my Tumblr, I do not condone rape in any way, this was written for someone who asked***

I spotted you across the bar. That short dress showing just a bit too much thigh. Your hips swinging as you danced away with your friends, showing off your pretty little body. I wanted you. Needed you. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. You sat down and crossed your legs. A flash of your pink panties. That’s was it.

I get another drink while I figure out how I’m going to get you.
After a while you leave without your friends. You stumble through the doors and into the street. I follow. You walk towards the park. The lights are still off. Perfect. Read more »

The Haunting of Palmer Mansion Chapter 4 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

*This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don’t worry, they’re fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.*

Julie sat in the study on Sunday afternoon, staring at her computer monitor. She sighed. It wasn’t easy selecting floor tile for the bathrooms. She worked her way through period-relevant tile from salvaged projects. They had to save money at every step for their Palmer Mansion restoration.

As she scrolled through the geometric patterns, Julie’s mind wandered to the deluge of sperm Daniel had sprayed on her. She’d once heard a vulgar comic say that every man’s dream was to cover women in sperm. *They want to drown them in cum,* he’d said. Julie thought the comic was just as horribly crass now as she did when she’d first heard him, but she might now understand the impulse better. It really had pleased Daniel to paint her with his seed like he did. And it had moved something in her as well. She, maybe, sort of liked it. That was a strange thing to admit to herself. Read more »

Work Wife Ch. 4 [mf]

**Preface: this was not actually written by me. The muse to my previous stories actually found my first 2 chapters and confronted me about them. She was surprisingly quite flattered and admitted to there being a mutual interest. While we were never able to make anything happen, she submitted the below story and gave me permission to share it as the 4th chapter of this series.
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We’re walking down the hill from the hotel where our work conference is being held. It’s the last night I’ll see him before he moves 15 hours away. I’m wearing the dress I know he likes and made a reservation at Mayahuel down the block because I know good Mexican food is his favorite. It’s a “farewell/ thanks for everything/ I really want to fuck you while I can” dinner except he might not realize that last part.

Holden was my first intern five years ago when I wasn’t out of school long myself. We clicked instantly. You know those people who get your jokes and put in the same energy? That’s this guy. He was also cute as hell, but he was married, my intern, and only in town for the summer. He went back to Kansas, and that was it. Read more »

The thin line between love and hate [MF] [Tease] [Office romance] [Power dynamics] [Slow burn] – Part 1

“Time to put on your big girl pants and join the real world, Alex,” Braden said, smirking at me with unrestrained amusement. “I’ll be sure not to tell the partners at Haverford and McGill about all the times I wiped the floor with your ass during our classroom debates.” I narrowed my eyes as I turned to look at him, trying to ignore his barely-tamed waves of his dirty blond hair, or the way his strong jaw and smirking lips made me want to kiss his face off.

“*Alexandra*,” I said automatically, ignoring his dig. It was just another day, and another taunt from Braden Haverford III, my law school classmate and the perennial thorn in my side. I tossed my long chestnut-colored hair over my shoulder as I took in the view from the commencement stage where we were seated. Exactly how was I going to deal with this rich, arrogant dickhead when we joined the same law firm after graduation? And his father’s law firm, no less?

I usually tried to be the bigger person around Braden and ignore how he seemed to take particular delight in antagonizing me. I really did. Read more »

A stranger arrives…

Hello. I’ve been told I would be good at erotic literature. I saw a photo of an absolutely perfect woman tonight on r/GWaustralia that inspired me. Here is what I wrote to the poster of said picture:

Imagine you’re on your bed, fallen back in your panties after a long hard day. A cool breeze ushers in through your window and catches on your sweat-laden skin. You are so tired, aching from work. Your hairs stand on end as the breeze kisses your skin, and you sink into the comfort of your bed, with your eyes closed.

You’re lonely, but don’t have time for men who stick around after sex and have expectations of more… But you’re too exhausted to pleasure yourself… And so you lay there, wishing for some kind of fantasy in which you are worshipped without obligation, without silly conversation.

As your eyes grow heavy and you near sleep, you feel the slightest whisper of hot breath on your bare thighs. You wonder if you’re in a half-dream state, surely nobody would be so cunning as to have let themselves into your apartment, unwelcomed. But you do welcome it, the taboo thought of a handsome stranger coming in to softly caress your body. Read more »

25 Days of SEXmas – December 15 – Fucked by Santa (MF) (Anal) (Roleplay) (Boss’ son)

“Oh god, Fuck me, Santa!” Natalie screamed as the man dressed as Saint Nick shoved his cock into her dripping pussy. Natalie had been working at Harry’s Hardware for three months, ever since moving to this Podunk town with her parents. At nineteen, Natalie hadn’t found anyone to hook up with since moving from New York City and was dying to get laid.

When Harry said his twenty-two-year-old son, Chris, was coming home for Christmas to work at the store, Natalie had assumed he would be as wholesome as his father. It had taken less than a week for them to start having sex on the pallets of dog food after hours.

Read the rest of the story [here](https://rileyblackstone.com/2019/12/15/25-days-of-sexmas-december-15/). Don’t forget to check out the rest of the [25 days of SEXmas](https://rileyblackstone.com/category/25-days-of-sexmas/).

Wine pong, with a little extra[FFM] Part 1

Laura moved her hand forwards. A small white ball rolled up to the end of her fingertips. With a final flick, the ball left her hand and soared across the table. She heard a click as she, Anna and John watched the ball start to fall. It moved down towards a red cup. It looked like a perfect throw. It dropped down and with a little bump on the back of the cup, it fell into clear liquid.

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“Dammit, you’re winning again!” Anna complained. There were two cups left on either end of the table. Laura put her hands on her hips and grinned from ear to ear. She stood there in a matching blue bra and thong. She heard another click that almost had her look over to John. But she did not want to look away from Anna. The game was close, and Anna sunk her last three shots. Now though it was her turn to have another drink. This game however was not just a drinking game. And Laura was not going to let Anna off easy. It was her idea after all.

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Advent Kinkendar: December 15th [Ffm]

My pussy was still tingling and throbbing when I woke up this morning, but my mind was soon drawn back to thoughts of today’s punishment. Honestly I was absolutely dreading it, and not knowing anything about what it could be made it even worse.

Miss’ fingers were already inside me by the time I was properly aware of what was happening, and just as my body began to respond fully she stopped, holding her fingers to my lips for me to clean off. Even after yesterday, coming so close just made me ache in frustration for more.

Today’s parcel was tubular, and inside was a piece of lined paper and a pen. At the top of the sheet was written “I must not climax without Miss’ permission”, and the following lines across both sides numbered from one to forty two. Of course it wasn’t as simple as that, and Miss was once again grinning as she led us downstairs to serve her breakfast. Every time either of us brought her something, she instructed us to edge; bringing ourself to the brink of orgasm then stop. She watched us intently as she ate, clearly enjoying our frustration a great deal. Read more »