Hot Flash Fiction Friday: The Office Milk Maid

milky tit squirt I stood nervously behind the closed doors of the moving elevator that went straight to the executive suites. I was late. I knew it. And more importantly, I knew he knew it.

Once the silver doors opened, I dashed across the marble foyer to the locked glass lobby doors — my high heels click-clacking my arrival, echoing in the empty place. At the security doors I slid my security card through the slot. The security green light came on, it’s accompanying “beep” seemed ridiculously loud, and I was admitted. I scampered as quickly as I could across the carpeted floor, smoothing my skirt and my hair as I went — no need to look disheveled upon my arrival and meet with even more disapproval.

Upon arrival at this office door, I paused and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

“Enter,” came the deep stern male response.

I entered the room, silently shutting the door behind myself, and approached the front of his desk.

He rose to his feet and hooked his finger, calling me over to him. I did as he bade and strode to stand in front of him, keeping my eyes downcast the whole time.

He cupped his hand beneath my chin and made me look at him. His expression matched the serious tone of his voice. I trembled a bit but did my best to meet his gaze even after he released my chin.

“I hired you for one reason — and one reason only: to service the executives,” he said in a stern tone. “Nearly everyone takes cream in their coffee, and you will provide it. Fresh, and on the spot, on time, every morning. And whenever else they ask for it.”

He reached over and using just one finger expertly flipped open the buttons on my blouse. “Now serve me that cup of coffee. And then we will discuss your punishment for being late today.”

Flash fiction by Color Me Pinkie of Pinkie & Blackie.

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Is That Supposed To Be A Compliment?

bbw femdom fiona foremost psoAnd, as long as we are talking about body image

It takes more than ignoring standards, blaming anyone who exemplifies them, demonizing those who do not.

Stop seeing differences ~ in a critical fashion.

Stop seeing problems; instead celebrate the beauty of uniqueness. One person’s “fault” is another’s turn on or fetish.

Stop the negative comparisons.

And stop the backhanded compliments.

Here’s a lesson about compliments from @jaythenerdkid:

don’t ever compliment me by insulting other women

that’s not a compliment, it’s a competition none of us agreed to

Those sorts of compliments are the backhanded kind ~ only in this case, it smacks some other women. And it’s still not cool.

Femdom Fiona Foremost also has this advice for women who do this too:

I honestly don’t know how many times I say this (at least the don’t-insult-other-women part). What astounds me and makes me sad is the number of women who also engage in this behavior. If you think someone is amazing, tell them they’re amazing! You don’t have to tell them they are better then so-and-so to make them feel good – at least, you shouldn’t have to.

You’d do well to remember all of this in your self-talk. It’s easy if you just stop comparing people ~ including ceasing comparing yourself to others.

Image Credits: The lovely Fiona Foremost.

The Earliest Webcam Equipment?

A vintage (1968) advertisement from Western Electric for the “Picturephone” ~ and you just know this was used for erotic fun. All communication and entertainment technology has been used for sex.

vintage telephone camera ad

Western Electric is crossing a telephone with a TV set.

What you’ll use is called, simply enough, a Picturephone set. Someday it will let you see who you are talking to, and let them see you.

The Picturephone set is just one of the communications of the future Western Electric is working on with Bell Telephone Laboratories. Western Electric builds regular phones and equipment for your Bell telephone company. But we also build for the future.

Image from The Golden Age of Advertising: The 60s; via.

Sex On The Rag

time of the month tampon stringA decade ago, Vixen wrote about coitus during menses (yes, Sex Kitten is that old ~ older even!).

Since then, sex during menstruation has moved from a taboo to a fetish. Not for everyone. And certainly not politically; we still have battles over women’s rights and our basic biology.

But at least now you can buy sexy sanitary belts ~ for men and women. And you can find phone sex operators and cam girls specializing in sex at that time of the month too.

Hot Flash Fiction Friday: The Masseuse

The Masseuse couples flash fiction eroticaMax was Candy’s last client. She had a long work day seeing client after client for deep tissue massage. It was Candy’s relief to feel Max’s smooth muscular frame, free of tension, in her hands. She thought to herself, “I need a massage more than he does!”

Candy rubbed oil in her palms and worked her hands over Max’s sculpted back as he lay down on the massage table. She felt her temperature rising with each stroke on his bare flesh. She tried foolishly to hold back her desire as beads of moisture began to slide down her restless legs. Without a word spoken, Max suddenly wrestled Candy down on the table pinning his naked flesh on top of her as if he heard her thoughts.

“Ahhhhhh.” Candy thought. “Now that’s the spot.”

nina longNina Long is a seasoned phone sex operator and blogger coming from a diverse cultural background. Originating from New York City New York, Nina prides herself on having been exposed to many facets of the adult industry. She is happy to have found her passion in erotica. Her personal interests include, erotic hypnosis, voyeurism and exploring sexual fetishes.

Image credits: Imagery Majestic.

Hot Flash Fiction Friday: Kate’s Sensual Adventure

It was a hot muggy Tuesday in July, when Kate last laid eyes on her husband. She was backing out of their driveway, thinking, “He looks relieved… Jackass.” That was 10 years ago. Kate had ditched her dull, go-no-where job as a low level insurance claims adjuster, as well as, her shiny but getting-around-everywhere husband and became an honest-to-goodness massage therapist.

Back at her tiny, newly leased apartment, she practically lunged to crank up the speed on the oscillating fan. From a box of her meager belongings, a newly single Kate pulled out a sweet pink mini-skirt and slipped it on. The fan breeze caressed her bare legs. Lifting her skirt, she allowed the air to penetrate her moist lips. She tingled and sighed. The ex hadn’t made her tingle like that in nearly three years.

She slipped her toes into the only pair of high heels she owned. It was the first time since the beginning of her marriage she’d worn a mini with heels. Her pussy was tingling, her nipples were stiffening and her apartment was in her name. Kate was emancipated.

Skip forward more than a decade and…

A free, 40-something Kate was now getting naked with as many as half a dozen guys a day. She was giving them massages of course but, she was also handing out happy endings. And with some… a whole lot more. Although she didn’t think of it in that way, Kate had become a sex worker.

Working in busy spas had quickly become tedious and much less lucrative than anticipated. When Kate struck out on her own she found that her massage ads mostly attracted men who asked about sex… directly or indirectly. So, she rolled with it.

Today, Kate found herself running her hands over the very taught body of a 27 year-old mortgage consultant who had been coming to see her every three weeks for the last six months. Ron was single, drove a new Ford Mustang , enjoyed the movie “The Notebook” and spent his spare time competing in mixed martial arts tournaments.

“I’ve been looking forward to seeing you” Ron said with extra bass in his voice . “Whatcha been up to?” Kate asked oiling up her hands and scanning the angle of his muscled V-shaped back. Ron surrendered to her touch and lamented, “Very long business trip through Virginia. I had no idea that state was so big or so hot.” Kate laughed in knowing as she pressed her hands into his muscled flesh.

Kate could feel how he drank up her silky touch. She spent extra time caressing his balls and teasing him with feather light touch along the insides of his legs and buttocks. Ron didn’t move a muscle but, Kate could feel the shift in him as the session progressed.

Dyann Undoing Bra“OK, Ron. I’ll get you to turn over on to your back so the real fun can begin” Kate teased. Ron did as he was told. As he made himself comfortable Kate admired his nearly fully erect cock.

Kate removed her lacy pink and black bra and turned toward Ron. He’d seen her nude body many times before, but his reaction was almost always the same. “Wow” he said, “I missed you.” She giggled and began running her smooth hands over his hard member.

A certain comfort level made it natural for Ron to slowly raise his hand to Kate’s breasts and fondle them. He dragged his hand down across her belly, reached around to grab Kate’s firm bottom and give it a smack. She could feel the blood rush to her groin. Kate didn’t always get fully naked with her clients but with Ron, she couldn’t help herself. She leaned over and peeled off her bikini panties.

Kate continued to stroke Ron’s thick hard cock as he began kissing her hip. Kate felt a shiver rise up the side of her body. She leaned forward and offered him her nipple. He gladly suckled. Her pussy began to swell. She stroked him harder.

Kate withdrew her breast and Ron kissed his way downward. He began running his tongue up and down the edge of her thigh, right along the bikini line. Kate caught her breath and kept stroking. She was completely turned on by this hot young guy but, he’d never been this insistent before. She wasn’t sure she should let it continue.

Kate covered her pussy with her hand. Ron licked the side of her hand, the top of it and nuzzled it with his nose like a happy puppy. The determination and desperation of his pursuit finally got to Kate. She spread her fingers and allowed his tongue to slide between and lick her mound. Lightning shot through her!

She grabbed the back of his head. He grabbed her ass and pushed his face firmly into her softness. Kate succumbed to his warm wet tongue flicking between her lips and at her clit. It was glorious.

She pushed down the rising climax for as long as she could then allowed it to over her take her. Ron pulled away looking very self-satisfied.

Kate was still reeling as she glanced at the clock realizing they had gone way over time. Immediately, she began to finish him off with a devastating combination of her hands and mouth. He came hard, letting out an almost painfully loud groan as he did so.

They dressed in silence. Then gently Kate stated, “My next one will be here in a few minutes.” “Sure” Ron replied buckling his belt. He left a whopping tip and headed for the door. A brief hug and kiss on the cheek and he was on his way. “See ya soon” Ron said departing. “Have a good day” was Kate’s reply.

This piece of erotic flash fiction by Dyann Bridges C.M.T.: I’ve been performing bodywork for the last 17 years. This experience has lead me to form the site TheBodyHouse.biz which promotes my sensual bodywork, as well as, an accompanying sex blog for men. I like to think of it as an internet “man cave” from a female perspective. She can also be found at NiteFlirt.

Hot Flash Fiction Friday: The Bridesmaid

the bridesmaidNancy volunteered to clean up after the reception and she picked Greg as her helper. After the last guest, Nancy turned to Greg and said, “Before we start, I need to get out of this dress and I’m sure you don’t want to get your tux dirty. Come with me.”

Nancy began to unbutton Greg’s shirt. Confused, Greg resisted as Nancy turned and pulled her golden hair over to one shoulder. “Do you mind?” she said.

Greg knew she wanted him to undress her and when he felt Nancy’s firm grip on his cock and balls he knew she needed to get fucked.

Image credits: Luba V Nel

nina long Erotica by Nina Long, a seasoned phone sex operator and blogger coming from a diverse cultural background. Originating from New York City New York, Nina prides herself on having been exposed to many facets of the adult industry. She is happy to have found her passion in erotica. Her personal interests include, erotic hypnosis, voyeurism and exploring sexual fetishes.

Hot Flash Fiction Friday: The Country Life, An Oral Tradition

hair pulled while sucking cockI stand at the kitchen sink in the old farmhouse, washing dishes. My bare feet standing in the depression of the old wood floor, where a century of other women have stood before me. There’s something comforting in standing in tradition.

You arrive home and find me. You press yourself against my backside, wrap your arms around my waist and your sweet lips brush against my neck as your dirty words penetrate my ear.

“Strip for me, suck me, my slut.”

I do as I’m told, standing before you completely nude, my hands still warm, wet, and soapy, dripping on the old wood floor near where you dropped your pants.

You grab a fistful of my long hair as I sink to my knees.

I dutifully suck your dick, eager for a cuntful of your cock.

This little piece of flash fiction erotica by PSO Secondhand Rose of Ruined Boudoir.