Look at it, touch it. Rub it and feel those sensations flood through you. Building, spreading, taking control. This is what people think about when they look at you. This is what they want to see. Imagine the filthy thoughts that go through their heads. All the nasty things they imagine doing to you. Your cunt is what they want. Record it. Put it on video. Watch yourself, on your phone, as you rub your needy slit, getting wetter and more desperate. Watch porn. Watch yourself rubbing your cunt. Your cunt is porn…
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Exhibitionism Erotic Flash Fiction
Short erotic flash fiction for readers in a Exhibitionism mood, gathered into one place so you can pick a complete story and keep moving.
These Exhibitionism stories are built for quick entry and a clean hit of mood: compact setups, charged turns, and complete flashes that get to the point without losing the tease. Use the free reads to sample the flavor, then follow the badges into flash pieces, serial entries, and connected series when you want more.
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She could feel the audience's eyes on her, on her body. They only cared about her body and what she was going to do with it. Her palms felt sweaty as they wrapped around the pole, ready to begin her routine. She was just another stripper to them. They didn't know or care that she had a job, a career, they just wanted to see her tits and ass. Unless… Someone she worked with, one of her customers was in the audience. That slim risk added to her nerves and also to her growing embarrassment at all the eyes on her. And it brought her back to dance, night after night…
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Your Cunt is Porn
Read story: Your Cunt is PornLook at it, touch it. Rub it and feel those sensations flood through you. Building, spreading, taking control. This is what people think about when they look at you. This is what they want to see. Imagine the filthy thoughts that go through their heads. All the nasty things they imagine doing to you. Your…
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Stripper
Read story: StripperShe could feel the audience’s eyes on her, on her body. They only cared about her body and what she was going to do with it. Her palms felt sweaty as they wrapped around the pole, ready to begin her routine. She was just another stripper to them. They didn’t know or care that she…
