VELVET DESIRES: An Erotic Anthology

I was already fuming before the plane even left the ground. My flight had been delayed for three excruciatingly long hours. To make things worse, some arrogant bastard in a tailored suit had slammed into me at the gate, knocking my bag to the floor and spilling my coffee across my white blouse. The hot liquid soaked through the fabric, sticking it to my skin. He didn’t even glance back, just kept walking like I was nothing. Asshole. By the time I dropped into my window seat I was sticky, exhausted, and pissed off. I shoved in my headphones, cranked up the music, and leaned my head against the headrest as the plane finally took off. A few minutes into the flight, a sudden jolt of vibration shot straight between my thighs. My eyes flew open. The remote-controlled bullet vibrator nestled deep inside me buzzed to life with a low, insistent hum, pressing relentlessly against my G-spot, heat flooding my core. I clenched my thighs together, but it only made the sensation sharper and stronger. A tiny gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it. My heart hammered against my chest as I yanked open my handbag and started frantically searching for the small black remote. My fingers dug through makeup, keys, and boarding pass but it wasn’t there. No. No. No. Where the hell is it? The vibrations pulsed again, stronger this time. A deep thrum against my G-spot that made my p***y clench hard around the toy. A rush of slick heat flooded my panties as my thighs trembled. I bit down hard on my lower lip until I tasted blood, gripping the armrest so tightly my nails dug into the leather. For a few seconds the buzzing stopped. I slumped back against my seat, beads of sweat creasing my forehead, I quickly smoothed my dress down my thighs, praying no one had noticed. What the f**k just happened? The elderly woman beside me was snoring softly and I closed my eyes and tried to lose myself in the music, but it barely lasted a minute. The vibrator roared back to life stronger this time. My back arched off the seat as sharp pleasure spiked through me. My legs shook uncontrollably, I clamped my thighs together, but it only pressed the buzzing toy harder against that perfect spot. A little whimper escaped my throat before I could swallow it. I was getting wetter by the second and I could feel my arousal soaking through my thin panties, threatening to drip down my thighs. My face burned with humiliation as I fought not to moan out loud in a cabin full of strangers. I couldn’t take it anymore. Mumbling an inaudible excuse to the sleeping woman, I unbuckled my seatbelt and stood on trembling legs. My knees nearly buckled as I limped down the aisle toward the bathroom, every step making the vibrator shift inside me. I stumbled into the tiny airplane bathroom and locked the door with shaking fingers. The moment I sat on the closed toilet lid, I hiked my dress up to my waist, exposing my soaked panties. My fingers trembled as I tried to pull the buzzing toy out, but I was far too wet. My slick arousal coated my thighs and made the smooth vibrator slippery. Every time I almost got a grip, it slid deeper, pressing harder against my swollen G-spot. I wiped my slippery fingers on my dress and tried again. Suddenly, a firm knock sounded on the door. “It’s occupied!” I called out, voice strained. The knocking came again, louder and more insistent as the toy’s vibration intensified. “I said it’s occupied!” I yelled, desperate. The person outside didn’t stop, the knocking grew more demanding. Frustrated and on the edge of orgasm, I yanked my dress down and cracked the door open just an inch. Before I could see who it was, the door shoved open forcefully. I stumbled backward into the cramped sink as a tall, broad body filled the doorway. The door clicked shut and locked behind him. My eyes widened in shock. It was him, the arrogant asshole in the tailored suit who had crashed into me at the gate. “What the fu__” My words were cut off as he grabbed my face with one large hand and crashed his lips against mine in a hungry kiss. His other hand immediately slid under my dress, fingers pressing the still-vibrating toy even deeper inside me. His mouth claimed mine in a rough, possessive kiss, tasting like mint and dominance. I tried to push him away, but the moment his tongue swept into my mouth, another powerful wave from the vibrator made my knees buckle and a muffled moan escaped into his mouth. He pulled back just enough to smirk against my lips. “Quiet,” he whispered, voice low and commanding. “Unless you want the whole plane to hear what a needy little slut you are.” Before I could respond, he dropped to his knees in the cramped space, yanking my dress up to my waist. With one swift tug, he hooked his fingers into my soaked panties and pulled them down, the buzzing toy was still buried deep inside me. He gripped the base and slowly dragged it out, the wet sound filling the tiny bathroom as my p***y clenched around nothing. I bit my lip hard, trying desperately not to moan. He didn’t give me time to recover, two thick fingers pushed inside me instantly, curling perfectly against my G-spot while his tongue attacked my swollen c**t. He ate me out like a starving man. The wet sounds of his tongue and fingers echoed in the small space. My legs shook violently as I gripped his hair with one hand and covered my mouth with the other, trying so hard not to scream as pleasure crashed through me. He sucked my c**t hard, fingers pumping faster, and I came hard; thighs trembling, back arching, eyes rolling back as I choked back a broken moan. He licked me through every pulse, then stood up calmly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes were dark with satisfaction as he looked at my flushed, trembling body. Without saying a single word, he unlocked the door, stepped out, and disappeared back into the cabin, leaving me panting, dripping, and completely wrecked against the sink.