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Nov 01 2017

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Oct 31 2017

beautygeek123: On the way back from LA, she took advantage of…

beautygeek123:

On the way back from LA, she took advantage of our empty row on the plane to do a flash!

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Oct 26 2017

girls-who-love-masturbation: Girls who love to play with…

girls-who-love-masturbation:

Girls who love to play with themselves.
Actually, all girls should love this too!!!

With my blog, I hope more and more girls step over their shame.
And openly say: “We girls, love to masturbate!”

Do you also dare?
Masturbation is not a sin, but love yourself!
A right for all women and men, without any judgment.
Enjoying sex can also be with yourself!

Help me!!!
Submit me your own masturbation photos or videos.
This way we can show more and more women see that masturbation is very normal!

Masturbation: we girls, we love it!

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Oct 24 2017

16 Hours to Go

eroticaforwomen:

dontshootmespence:

A/N: A smutty Spencer x Reader where the two have sex in a plane bathroom. I decided it wouldn’t be on the jet though because the team would ABSOLUTELY know what was going on. 😉 @coveofmemories @sweetg

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“I need off of this plane,” you muttered for the 10th time in as many minutes. “How much longer is this flight going to be?” You’d asked that question numerous times too. After going to China on a 20-hour flight, liaising with a University, and helping the locals with an impromptu case of their own, the last thing either of you wanted to do was sit on another 20-hour flight back. 

Spencer huffed, turning his head to you as his fingers drummed against the armrest between you. “I’ve lost track of how many times you’ve asked that question. We’ve been on the plane for four hours. That means 16 to go. Stop reminding me.”

“I’m so tired,” you groaned, kicking your feet like a two year old. “But I can’t sleep. Why the hell is that?” 

Spencer huffed again. “I could actually tell you why that happens, but I don’t think you really want the answer.”

“No,” you said, “I don’t. I just want to be able to sleep. But very few things allow me to sleep when I’m this overly tired. A good meal, a bubble bath, and/or sex. That’s it. And I’m not getting any of that any time soon. God, this is awful.” The air was stifling. How the fuck were you supposed to survive another 16 hours of this? Especially awake hours?

Spencer looked around, eyebrows raised, wondering how many other people were awake in business class and how many employees were around. “You could have one of those things now,” he said. 

“What? Do you see the flight attendants? Does the food actually look decent?” you asked, looking around like a bear after hibernation. You weren’t hangry yet, but you were getting there. 

“Not the food,” he replied. “I have no idea where the flight attendants are. I was talking about the sex.”

“Really?” you asked, snapping your head in his direction. He’d never expressed any interest in you before. “You would have sex with me because I’m cranky?”

He laughed, “Not just because you’re cranky and I’d rather not deal with a hostile, sexually-frustrated Y/N for the next 16 hours, but because you’re hot and I’ve thought about it nearly every day since you started at the BAU. Plus, if having sex with you will keep you from asking me how much longer the flight is, I will gladly do it.”

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” you exclaimed, doing your best to keep your voice down. “You’ve got the whole hot geek thing going on and I’m really into it. I would’ve slept with you a long time ago if you’d told me that.”

He looked around again. “Well…” he smirked, darting his eyes back toward the bathroom. The business class one was a bit larger than the one in coach and miles cleaner, so…why the fuck not? He was hot. You were horny.

“I’ll go in first,” you said. “You follow in a few minutes.” With a smile, she pushed up from her seat and walked toward the bathroom, moving inside and leaning against the sink. For five minutes, you drummed your own fingers against the sink, waiting for Spencer to come to you. Maybe he was fucking with you. Maybe he didn’t actually want you. Maybe he was laughing in his seat right now about how gullible you were. 

A knock at the door startled you, and you opened the door a crack to see who it was. “Hey, what took you so long?”

“I didn’t want to draw any attention to what we were about to do,” he laughed. As you looked up at him, you realized that you were standing closer to him than you ever had before. The smell of his cologne, light as sea foam wafted around your heads. You started out in your seats in disbelief. You weren’t actually going to do this, were you? But when you looked at him, all of the humor vanished from the small room, replaced by tension thicker than butter. “You sure?” he muttered against your lips.

Without a word, your lips grazed against his. You’d never kissed him before, and as a shudder rolled through you, you wondered whether you’d ever known the meaning of a kiss before. It was intoxicating. His tongue slowly made its way into your mouth, leading it in a sensual dance as his hands glided down your sides. “Oh my god,” you breathed, swallowing hard as his fingers dipped ever-so-slightly below the waist of your skirt. “I want you.”

“You have me,” he mumbled against your neck. “But you’re going to have to keep it down so we don’t get caught. Think you can do that?”

With a laugh, you shook your head. This was going to be difficult – you weren’t the quiet kind. His hands pulled up the material of your skirt, bunching it around your waist while you unbuttoned your blouse, exposing your lacy bra for his viewing pleasure. “God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, gently biting down on your bottom lip before nibbling a trail to back behind your ear. “So gorgeous.” He licked at the skin on your breasts, moaning at the taste of you. 

Spencer continued to bury his head between your breasts, kissing, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive flesh as you undid his belt. His tongue glided over the lace and toward your nipple, sending a wave of pleasure through you that stopped you in your tracks, your hands hanging limply near his belt buckle. It was only when he pulled the lace underneath your breast and took your nipple in his mouth that you woke up to the sensations, picking up where you left off and pushing his pants down below his knees. “Do you have a condom?” you asked suddenly.

“Yea,” he said, opening his palm. “I came in prepared.” Such a boy scout. You took it from him, ripping the package open with your teeth and placing it in your mouth, so that when you crouched down in front of him, you could sheath him with your mouth. “Oh my god,” he groaned, doing his best to stifle his groans into himself. You couldn’t get it all the way on with your mouth in this position, so you pushed it the rest of the way on and rose to meet his heated gaze again. There was a fire in his eyes you’d only seen when he faced an unsub. 

“Now,” you said, grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling his face toward yours. Once you lifted your leg, you placed it behind Spencer, bracing it on the wall carefully so as to not make noise. Your other leg lifted up and wrapped around his waist, pulling him into you so that his member was flush against your sex. “I want you inside me now.”

Gently, he reached between you, grabbing and placing himself at your entrance. He looked into your eyes and took your lips in a searing kiss as he pushed upward, your walls enveloping him inch by inch until he was fully enveloped in you. “Fuck, Y/N…” he groaned, his eyes going wide at the warmth of you. Once inside you, you’d both realized how difficult having sex in here was, but you made it work. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into you as he thrusted upward, knocking your head into the wall. His hand came up to cradle he back of your head, while the other reached to your leg, grabbing it firmly as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. 

“Oh hell,” you breathed. “Harder, please.” He swallowed your cry of pleasure as he fucked you harder. Just outside, you could hear someone passing, but you were on a collision course from which there was no return. “Right there, Spence. Right there.” Your nails dug into his back, nearly breaking the skin as he surged into you, his cry of release half strangled in his throat, half released into your neck. “Oh my god. We definitely have to do that in bed later on.”

“Absolutely,” he laughed, removing the condom and pulling up his pants. “We can’t actually have sex in the seats, but I would be all for a little making out when we sit down.” He pressed his lips against yours while you buttoned your shirt back up. Whatever you could get away with on the plane, you were going to do.

He went out first, telling the flight attendant who’d asked what was happening that you didn’t feel well and he’d been holding your hair, but you could tell by her tone that she didn’t buy it. Seconds later, you walked out of the bathroom, adjusting your skirt with a smile. Yea, you thought as she looked at you, she definitely didn’t buy it. Whatever. You were no longer so horny it hurt. “Feeling better?” he laughed as you sat back down in your seat.

“Much,” you replied. You leaned over and gave him a kiss, your tongue just jutting into his mouth, teasing, before pulling away. “When we get off this plane, first thing we’re doing is going back to my apartment.”

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Oct 22 2017

a-girls-nsfw-dream: opornotop: and this is why the helicopter…

a-girls-nsfw-dream:

opornotop:

and this is why the helicopter fell down

Somewhere at some point, this had to have been the official cause of a crash.

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Oct 20 2017

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Oct 20 2017

High On You (Requested by Ashlynn)

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one-direction-bacon-buddies:

AUTHORS NOTE: SMUT WARNING

I had always been afraid of flying. Anything could happen. Before I started dating Niall, I had never been out of the country, so the first time I went on a plane to meet his family for the first time, there was a lot of crying and shaking. But, now I’m on planes so much I’ve gotten much more used to it…thank god.

I flipped through my magazine on the plane, lightly bobbing my head to my music as Niall fidgeted beside me. He kept looking over at me, and getting a mischevious smile…then would sigh and fidget some more. 

I took out na ear bud and looked over at him. “You alright?” I asked.

He leaned over and pressed his lips against mine. “I love you…” he smirked, before kissing me again, a bit harder this time. His hand slowly moving up my thigh. I pulled away and put my hands on his, my magazine falling off my lap. 

“Woah there…” I chuckled. “We’re on a god damn plane.”

“I know but I can’t. Help. It.” he said, kissing my cheeks. I giggled and pushed him off. 

“Well you’re gonna have to deal because we’re half way there.” I said, picking my magazine up off the floor and flipping to where I left off. 

Niall was silent for a moment before sighing and getting up to take a walk. My eyes followed him and smiled a bit. Believe me, Niall looked fucking good and I wanted to…but I had never done it on a plane…and besides…the others were on here and they would definitely hear us. I glanced over at Harry, who glanced over at me the same time and he wriggled an eyebrow at me. I rolled my eyes, chuckling and went back to my magazine. 

See? That’s why. No plane sex. 

Niall came back and sat down, adjusting his jeans to hide his hard cock, and I tried not to stare, my core aching for him. I cleared my throat and tried to focus on my magazine…but I was failing fast. 

Niall turned to look at me and smirked. “Now you’re squirmin…” he chuckled, leaning over and kissing behind me ear. 

“Stop.” I whispered. “The boys would hear us.”

“No they wont…” he whispered. “Look…” We both turned to look; Louis had his eyes closed with ear buds in, Liam was watching a movie and Harry was on his laptop. “Bathroom. In a few.” he said, getting up and stalking to the bathroom. I waited as long as I could…which wasn’t long at all…and hurried there, opening the door and squeezing in, barely getting the door shut before our lips crashed together. 

Nialls hands traveled down my sides and squeezed my ass, pulling me closer into him. I could feel his hardening bulge rub up against my inner thigh and I began to grow wet, my legs shaking. 

I wanted him right now. 

“Fuck…” I moaned, throwing my head back as he sloppily kissed my neck, spanking me on the ass. I tugged at his jeans and he quickly pulled them off, then his shirt, and then his boxers, his erection springing free. I ripped all my clothes off and laced my fingers through his hair, gripping at it, as his lips traveled down the thin skin of my neck to my chest. He slipped two fingers into me and I gasped loudly, Niall quickly covering my mouth with a hand. 

“Shhh baby…” he murmured, planting another kiss on my lips as his fingers worked me. 

“I c-can’t help it…” I whined. “You feel so fucking good…” He smirked and placed his hand over my mouth. He took his fingers out of me and inserted himself inside me. 

“O-Oh my gOD.” I cried into his hand. His thrusts were slow at first, but then got faster and harder. I was on such a high that I never wanted to stop. “N-Niall don’t st-stop…” I moaned, my fingers through his messy hair. 

“You feel so good around me baby…fuck…” he groaned, his head falling onto my shoulder as he kissed and sucked on my collar bone. He reached his climax and thrusted one final time into me and I reached mine, throwing my head back, trying to keep my head from spinning from the rush. 

The air was hot and the small bathroom mirror was starting to steam up a bit. Our eyes met and I placed a gentle kiss on his cheeks, brushing his messy and damp hair out of his face. His cheeks were flushed and he smiled at me. “And you said you didn’t want to…” he chuckled. 

I smacked his arm and he laughed as I hunted for my panties and leggings. We finally got all our clothes on and I threw my hair up in a messy bun. “I’ll leave first.” he said. I nodded and he kissed me once more before slipping out of the bathroom. 

I took a deep breath and leaned against the small jet bathroom sink, closing my eyes. Thank god this was a private jet and not an airplane. I waited a bit, then slipped out of the bathroom, but not before turning the air fan on. I slipped into my seat and tried to avoid any eye contact with the other boys in case they heard, but they didn’t say anything. “You think they heard?” I whispered to Niall. 

“Oh we heard.” Louis said slyly. I looked over to him and he still had his eyes closed, but a smirk on his face. 

“Oh god.” I whined. 

Harry burst out laughing and Niall laughed nervously next to me. “Jeesus Niall couldn’t it have waited until we landed?” Liam chuckled. 

I felt my cheeks flush with each second and Niall shook his head. “I could re-surface all your mile high club adventures lads.”

The all stopped, but still chuckled to themelves. 

“Never again.” I hissed. “At least…not for a while.”

Niall laughed and kissed my cheek before getting out his phone and scrolling through Twitter. 

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Oct 20 2017

Mile High Club

eroticaforwomen:

supernaturalmagines:

Request: Dean and 89 of the 100 Kinks Challenge – ‘On a Plane’

Reader Gender: Female (anatomy)

Word Count:1,589

Warnings: Smut, Kinda public sex (i think)

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