Erotic Flash Fiction
The Exhibitionist with the Big Jugs
You Know you like it, You Know you want it
I’m Amber Embers. How did I get my name?
I like being the star of the backroom in a sex club: when it all falls into place, and I get into some kind of disgrace. I like all those eyes: watching me, wanting me — eyes. It feeds me pleasure and pain. Thunder and rain. To be worshipped and admired as I set all of those eyes aflame.
I’ve even had women comment on my breasts — straight women — amazed by these jugs. Teardrops. Round, full outer nipples with small tender erect tips.
I like showing them what I can do with these things. How they come to life in a titty fuck — my signature move. Where I grasp the cock with my mouth, while holding my tits together, feeling the shaft of his cock rub up and down. Given the size of these jugs, I can take a lot of cock while still giving a titty fuck.
I like showing them what I can do with these things. How I can give them a good suck all on my own. Hear me moan. In the zone. Riding him to the sounds of reggaeton. Knowing I am not alone. They ask if they can join. But I don’t even pay them any mind. That’s not my kind. To walk that line.
I come to the back with someone in mind. I'm that kind of mind, or maybe I’m just insane. It's all the same, just let go of blame.
Make love in the name. Name of sin.
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