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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Masturbation Erotic Flash Fiction
Masturbation stories about private need, watched need, and the moment self-control becomes too thin to matter. These flashes often turn inward first, then let fantasy, instruction, shame, or an audience change the temperature. The heat comes from focus: a body, a thought, a command, and the pressure building around it. Expect quick pieces where solitude is rarely as private as it seems.
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She told herself she could still turn around. Drive away. Stop this madness. Her panties were already damp when she rang the bell.
Personal Trainer Part 4: Double Life, by Mia Sumner
She woke early, eyes open, instantly awake. A glance to the side confirmed that in ten minutes her alarm would go off. She needed to be in Alex’s apartment in ninety minutes, dressed appropriately. That instruction had been weighing on her all week. Sliding out of bed, careful not to disturb the still sleeping Richard, she put her bare feet on the carpeted floor and walked over to the closet, wondering what exactly Alex wanted her to wear.
“Come back to bed babe.” Richard mumbled. Kathy glanced over her shoulder, but he hadn’t opened his eyes.
“I have an early appointment, go back to sleep honey.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, but it twisted her stomach anyway. Richard turned over, mumbling something she couldn’t make out. Guilt twisted into sadness at his disinterest.
She dressed quickly, pulling on fitted athletic leggings, darker and slimmer than her usual gym gear and just a cropped fitted top over her sports bra. It felt revealing. So fitted, nothing hidden underneath. Her office clothes went into a bag that she slung into the passenger seat. She was out of the house in under thirty minutes…
Some celebrations are private. Kathy’s takes place in a darkened bedroom, with a glass of wine still warm in her chest and her husband none the wiser.
Personal Trainer Part 1: Kathy’s Corporate Cage, by Mia Sumner
So this is success, Kathy Williams thought to herself. The crystal award felt cold and impersonal in her hands, the weight of it a poor substitute for the warmth she found herself increasingly craving. Cradling it in her arm, she snagged a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, but the bubbles did little to lift the leaden feeling in her chest.
Recognition of her achievements from her colleagues should feel better than this, shouldn’t it? This was what she’d spend the last ten years working towards, and now it seemed… pointless. What did she have to show for it? This tacky looking trophy and a husband who didn’t seem to notice when she stayed late at the office.
Operating on automatic, Kathy circulated amongst the crowd of co-workers, a fake smile plastered on her lips and exchanging meaningless pleasantries as her mind wandered.
A hand slipped under her arm and Kathy broke out of her reverie as Melanie Thompson pulled her away from the latest conversation, a smile on her face…
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Listen
Read story: ListenThe file came from an unknown number with a text that simply said “listen”. Of course, Kathy ignored it. And the file that came the next day. And the next. And then on day 15, no chime from her phone. Kathy checked and checked, but no message appeared. For a moment she considered responding to…
