The Masked Rooms: Erotic Short Stories by Oh Rebecca

Author:Oh, Rebecca
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-09-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

The Superhero Room

Well, well, well. This was certainly a fantasy I could get behind.

Or on top of. Or under.

Hell, any position would do.

I mean, who hasn't dreamed of being a superhero at least once in their life? We've all binged those Marvel movies, imagining ourselves swooping in to save the day from total annihilation, preferably while looking smoking hot in spandex.

Sure, my superhero gig might involve less world-saving and more orgasm-receiving, but what’s a girl gonna do?

I was crossing my fingers that they'd gone all in with this theme.

Not that the other rooms hadn't been fun - trust me, I'd had more happy endings than a Hallmark marathon - but this setup had the potential to be fan-fucking-tastic.

As I stepped into the room, my jaw dropped faster than Superman could say "It's a bird, it's a plane."

The place was packed with more superhero costumes than Comic-Con on steroids. I could choose to be any of my favorite caped crusaders, or better yet, create my own badass alter ego.

Originality won out - after all, why be a cheap knock-off when you can be a limited edition?

I grabbed a leather merry widow that looked like it had been designed by a BDSM-loving Spider-Man. The caged strappy design led to a neckline so low it was practically in my navel.

My girls were stealing the show, more uplifted than a motivational speaker's audience.

Matching leather panties and thigh-high stockings came next and as I clipped the stockings to the garters, I felt like I was arming myself for battle.

A very sexy, potentially orgasmic battle.

The accessories table was a treasure trove of naughty gadgets that would make Batman green with envy, and I loaded up my utility belt like I was prepping for the kinkiest camping trip ever.

Specialized heat-action lube? Check. An assortment of vibrators that looked like they could double as alien weaponry? Double-check. A leather whip that Indiana Jones would trade his fedora for? You bet your sweet ass.

Black stiletto boots that could double as lethal weapons completed the ensemble.

And of course, no superhero costume is complete without a mask. I donned a sleek leather one that screamed "I'm here to save the world...one orgasm at a time."

Approaching the door, I spotted a sign that might as well have been written in flashing neon:

ATTENTION HERO!

Your mission, should you choose to accept it (who are we kidding, of course you will), is to defeat two villains.

Warning: These baddies won't go down easy...unless you make them.

Your goal: Make them come harder than a volcano on Viagra. Succeed, and you'll be rewarded generously.

I grinned. My mission was to get two people off? Piece of cake.

In this getup, I felt like I could make a statue orgasm just by looking at it.

How hard could it be?

Then I smirked at my own mental pun. Very hard indeed, I hoped.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the door, about to step into my own X-rated comic book and flung it open, ready to face whatever sexy challenges awaited me in this brave new world.

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