Superheroine Sex Chat App

The app was a simple black domino mask in a swirling purple sphere.

Sue Storm had never heard of X-CAPE before Dr. Stone had told her about it. An exclusive, invitation-only chat app. A way for superheroines to let their hair down, share experiences, really communicate about matters of sex in complete safety and anonymity. It sounded weird. Yet Dr. Stone had reminded her that communication was important, and that it was eaasier to share such things with those she trusted, maybe she could really express herself.

So in the privacy of her bedroom, dressed in only an oversized Fantastic Four t-shirt, Sue pressed on the swirling app. Words swirled up in the screen.

YOUR ID IS MILFWOMAN.

REMEMBER: GIVE NO NAMES, ASK FOR NO NAMES.

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU SAY.

AND ENJOY.

Then...Sue Storm found herself in a chat, already in progress.

CAPEDCOCKHOUND: I had sex in my costume once, and I could not get the smell out.

NOTTHATBLACKCAT: Nylon is the fucking worst. Leather isn't so bad. Hard-wearing, if you treat it right.

MILFWOMAN: Unstable molecule fabric has some advantages with that. If you run a weak electrical current through it, the fabric just rejects all foreign particles and you can rinse it right off.

Sue blinked, surprised at herself for just jumping into the conversation. And then at the response.

CAPEDCOCKHOUND: Really? Have you had sex in costume?

MILFWOMAN: I've cleaned every single bodily fluid from costumes.

NOTTHATBLACKCAT: That's not an answer. C'mon, you tell us your story and I'll tell you mine.

The Invisible Woman hesitated. Sue wondered how much she could share without telling everything. Then she sighed.

MILFWOMAN: It was shortly after I got my first unstable molecule costume. It was tighter than what I usually wore, and I was modeling it in front of the mirror. My husband saw me in it, and—got excited. Hard. The tip of his dick was tenting out of his pants. I let him approach me as I watched in the mirror. His hands came up to grope my breasts, but I pressed my ass into his crotch, to feel that hard shaft between my buttocks. It was like—like when we first got married. That excitement. The exploration. He was so earnest—we were just rubbing each other through our clothes, and he was hotdogging my, and then he grunted. I could actually see his face in the mirror when he lost it...and he spent his load all over the ass of my new costume. Which is how I learned how to clean it.

Sue bit her lip, not sure if that was too much detail or not enough.

CAPEDCOCKHOUND: THAT WAS HOT. Fuck, I wish I had a husband. I was in New York when I came across a certain vigilante...we've had an on-again, off-again relationship, but it was a hot summer night, the moon was full, and suddenly he pulls my shirt up and my tits are out in the moonlight, hot and sweaty, and I pulled up his mask and he's sucking at my nipples like a baby...

The blonde bit her lip and grinned. Dr. Stone was right. There was an instant connection there, the familiarity of a shared experience. Even though Sue Storm didn't know who these women were, she almost felt like she could tell them anything.