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Flash erotica stories vary in length from anywhere between one hundred to one thousand words. The aim of erotic flash fiction, is to ensure every word is absolutely necessary. Something erotic is often a fleeting glimpse, a flash, a stolen moment, a secret! The challenge to authors, is to engage the reader and tell a complete story within a limited number of words.

Stories in this category transcend nearly all our other categories.

For readers with only a limited amount of time, or who prefer reading short sex stories, this is the place for you.

Authors should not submit multi-part stories here, they need to be standalone pieces.

Stories should be clearly tagged with as many keywords as possible, so readers will immediately know what kind of content to expect, and not be in for a rude shock!

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Mallory Monroe: The Business of Pleasure

A hookers work is never done

The car grew silent as the motor’s hum faded. It was an eerie feeling, the air inside heavy and full of expectation. It was always like that, and Mallory associated this quiet moment with the sex that always followed. Weeks earlier, she'd been terrified by that sense of vacuum, but now her fear had gone, replaced by a flush of tingling heat as her pussy became wet with anticipation.  “Um,...Read On

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Crossing the Line

Friends become more

Through the fug, I look up at the multi-coloured squares of fabric pillowing down from the ceiling of my basement bedroom den. I float and swirl from the joint. Battling the haze, I become aware of my arm being softly stroked. Phillipa and I have been soulmates on our course for nearly three years, not that we see much of each other. She misses more lectures than she makes, but she is a...Read On

His Fantasy Becomes Reality

Charlie comes home to more than a cool shower.

I was exhausted after a long, hot day on the construction site. Being drenched in sweat and cement dust, I made a beeline to the fridge and grabbed a couple of beers. Looking out the window, I noticed my wife and her friend, Rose, sunbathing by the pool. Heading upstairs to the master bedroom, I felt my cock getting hard from seeing the two sexiest women I know. Once in the bedroom, I...Read On

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I am a Cuckqean

There is nothing like drinking my man's cum from another woman's pussy.

I am a Cuckquean. Yep, you read it right; it’s the female version of a cuckold. It means I like to watch my hubby have sex with another woman and in my bed, for me. Specifically, I love watching my man with younger women, preferably in their late teens. We are in our mid-forties. This all came about by accident when I walked in on him and one of his students a few years back. I had been on...Read On

Daddy's Little Girl Gets Busted

The wife decides to spice things up and her husband is happy to go along.

His little girl heard the front door open and froze on the landing leading upstairs. She realized the trouble she was in when her daddy came through the door. The fear on her face was evident and he was fully aware of it. Daddy stood there, not saying a word as he looked at her, noting his little girl had her long blonde hair in pigtails. His eyes traveled down to see she was wearing a...Read On

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A Knock at the Door

Hurt turns to lust and the ultimate orgasm

  I was feeling sore, maybe that’s why I left my bedroom door ajar. I knew I didn’t have her, wouldn’t have her. A mere plaything to be erotically toyed with, but not to be let inside her. It was exciting leaving the door an inch open. Seonaid was only in the next room of our shared house. She was the only one likely to notice. Certainly the only one likely to understand. She had been...Read On

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Laundry Day

Is there a better time and place to ask?

I walked into the back porch and dropped the basket. "Oh, laundry day, my favorite day of the week: I get to wash my girlfriend's panties," I mumbled, picking up a blue silk pair. I brought them over onto my face and rubbed them over it. I found myself twitching around and shedding a couple tears for a moment. "You know, Dahlia, you are supposed to put my underwear into the washer,"...Read On

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A Parting Gift To Remember

The perfect parting present is a gift to remember.

From her position draped over the back of an old, stuffed armchair, Lynn felt the fresh load of cum oozing out of her throbbing pussy, working its way through matted pubic hairs, then sliding down trembling inner thighs until it dripped onto the floor.  The thick cream felt cool on her hot, flushed, skin.  With Bob’s help, she struggled to her feet, turned around and hugged him. It had been...Read On

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Cherished

He called and you willingly obliged...

They say when you strip away a core sense, the remaining compensate. A natural response, to combat increased vulnerability, heightening awareness as mind and body adjusts. I can only imagine this as I stand at the foot of the bed, intense eyes devouring your beautiful naked body.  Your eyes shrouded by silk, plunging you into a world of darkness as you wait in desperate...Read On

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I Deserved This

You stand there with your hands behind your back, looking down at me as I kneel meekly at your feet. Before I bow my head in shame, I look you over. You are in your black Armani suit, a perfectly crisp white shirt and a black tie completing the look that turns me on the most.  Your authoritative stance and angry face make me slightly scared of you yet I'm so turned on at the same time. I...Read On

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Writer's Block

A author finds a way to beat writer's block.

The blank page stares back at me from the computer screen. Nothing comes to mind, no sexy bodies and no shaved cunts, or hard shafts, shiny from pre-cum, there is nothing. I make another cup of coffee and while I wait for the water to boil I roll a cigarette, making sure it is perfect. Cup in hand I return to the computer but the page still looks back at me, taunting me, laughing at me,...Read On

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Let Pet Be Her Best

I'm being very quiet and still now. Daddy's girl is creeping into the apartment. Little scamp. I'm lying here in my rumpled bed as she plays her games again. Baby girl doesn't live with me. But she does have her own key and I always awaken from that turning in the lock. I don't tell her what a light sleeper I am.  Sometimes it's best to let your mostly submissive little pet play. I can...Read On

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A Very Naughty Girl - On the Bus to Work

Melissa has an unexpected encounter on the bus to work

At seven in the morning, I found myself waiting at the bus stop for what would be another boring Friday. My only consolation was that it was the last day of my shift work for yet another week. I listened to the music on my iPod as I looked at the few people in the bus queue; trying my best to make them out to be attractive or sexy and putting them in situations that I found horny, anything...Read On

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In the Morning

Morning joy

Dust particles float in the sunlight and I hear people talking outside on the street. I stretch my naked body and look over at you, tanned skin, strong body, and a flaccid cock rests against your leg. I smile and reach for it. It’s so soft, so useless, like a little shriveled up sausage. I lift it up using two fingers and drop it again. You are still asleep. With one finger I caress the...Read On

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Watching the Stars

A full night at the club

From across the club I spotted her, full sleeve tattoos and black lipstick. She looked like she wanted to be anywhere else. Then her eyes swept mine. I smiled; she didn't, but she didn't look away. I lost her in the crowd and then her voice was in my ear. "So…uh…you up for a…?" "Dance? God, yeah." We were on the same wavelength. She took my hand without looking at me; led me into...Read On

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The Accommodating Wife

Trudy is an accommodating wife

‘Was she any good?’ It's four in the morning, and I watch my husband undress. Aaron has just arrived home and, momentarily, I feel sorry for him as he finds it impossible to look me in the eye. He drops his jeans to the floor, leaving them in a crumpled heap, and that will probably infuriate me in the morning. But, right now, his untidiness is irrelevant. I have other things to think...Read On

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My Love, My Shame

She makes me want to do things I shouldn't want to do

It was almost sunset when you pulled onto my street. I heard the squeal of your tires as I waited on the porch, my girlfriend inside. I couldn't refuse your demand. You knew that. Leaning in your window, your breath as sweet as dew on roses. Your hands locked onto my hair and you pulled me to the cruelest, most beautiful set of lips I ever craved. You bit my lower lip, hard. I moaned...Read On

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The Party

Quick, hot, and lovely

The ballroom is packed with people. I walked over to the bar which is set up along one of the walls and order a Dry Martini with an olive. A few men look at me and smile, but I ignore them. There is a band playing in one corner and people are dancing, long dresses, short dresses, white, pink, and a lot of black. Men in dark suits or tuxedos, there is cigar smoke in the air and the smell...Read On

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My Fantasy

This is it, this is what I want for my birthday!

“Emma.” I shouted, “I know what I want.” “And what is it that you want?” She asked, emerging from the shower room into the bedroom. ”For my birthday, not now.” I shuffled down the bed so that my legs dangled off the end. Emma finished drying herself before dropping the towel on the floor. Her large breasts dangled before me as she walked between my open legs. “Your birthday is...Read On

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Southern rockin' her

We met at a concert and made sweet music together

At the Tedeschi/Trucks concert I saw you, your pendulous breasts sweetly swaying as you danced in a too-short sundress. Your gorgeous fat thighs called to me through the haze of pot and my desire. I caught your eye and you looked away, then back. Then back again. I vee'd two fingers and licked the apex - it was a crude gesture; a gross suggestion. A desperate plea. You laughed, shy...Read On

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How We Roll…(Mandy)

Yvonne, Jules and Mandy

There's nothing in this shop. Bare shelves almost, two boxes of cornflakes, a jar of jam, tins of soup. Behind the counter, though, there are stacks of cigarettes and bottles of cheap cider. It's the way it is on the Holebrack. Paying Mr Mohammed, I leave with my four bottles of lager. Charging out the door, I bump into her. She's beautiful. I've wanted her a lifetime it feels, every time I...Read On

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Taking Her Home

I take a teen home from school.

I don’t know why I bothered. You get asked to do someone a favour and they just take advantage of you. This time I was meant to give a friend’s seventeen-year-old daughter a lift home from school. School ended and I was waiting in my car, like a knob, for over half an hour. Bad enough was the ride to her home more than half an hour. Finally, she came out and my slight anger washed away. She...Read On

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Blowjob in the Labyrinth

Looking for a new experience to start the night

After fifteen minutes in the heat of the sauna, I feel the tension of the last days drain from my body. I open my eyes, and start to survey the men around me. Nothing special so far. One guy looks at me, but I avoid his eye. I am not ready yet. He seems somewhat old-school, and would probably consider making and holding eye contact as silent consent. I get up, wrap a towel around my waist...Read On

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Nipples

Emma Loves her best friends.

I love them. Nipples that is, and because of my fetish I therefore tend to like women more than men. I just love playing with nipples and what they are attached to. For me, they epitomize eroticism. They seek attention when they are bound within my clothes but they almost demand attention when they are exposed. My nipples love being touched, caressed, squeezed, pulled, licked and sucked....Read On

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In Praise of Older Women Part 2 Further Transformations

Laid up in hospital I give in to my lesbian cravings.

I was floating on a cloud somewhere between sleep and consciousness. Faint sounds reached me from some other planet, the sounds totally unfamiliar to me. My dreams were of my boy toy, Jack. He and I engaged in sexual calisthenics. I was perpetually on the edge of an orgasm that I could not attain. My mouth was dry as was my pussy. What was happening to me? A voice pierced through...Read On

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Watching…

Watching is more than half the fun. The other half is listening.

I like watching people, especially horny people. Don’t get me wrong I love having sex too, but watching someone play a sexual and erotic tune on a willing victim is precious to me. I get so turned on, horny, even rampant. Threesomes and moresomes are generally quite good because you get to join in as well, but if you wanted to, you could just sit back and relax and watch people play with...Read On

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Touch

No one can breathe. Only the moon is touching them now. Someone's dog barks. Then nothing. Maybe some quick animal cutting through the night behind someone's house. Everything is dark but the skin of the pond and their skin, their shapes highlighted in pale gold, as if the moon were sculpting them into being, as if they were brand new creatures born with invented memories of each other. ...Read On

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That's what you call fucking

this is unabandoned sex from a females point of view

Up in my pussy boiling hot A fire for that snake is what I’ve got Dreaming of you pounding my wanting flesh Heaving your hard body upon my chest Our hearts beating in unison Sweating and panting baby I’m all in Your hips grinding between my thighs Your hard dick demanding my moans and sighs Fuck me daddy I’m all yours Waves of pleasure crashing my shore You at...Read On

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Subway Encounter

It had been a late evening, and feeling a little down, I decided to leave my friends at the bar and make my way home. I found myself pondering between taking the late train or the taxi, but decided on cheapness over convenience. I descended the damp, slippery and stained steps to the subway and purchased my ticket. The warm air rose to meet me as I continued downwards to the...Read On

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man of my dreams

Individual perceptions of love are not to be determined by others.

It’s ironic how I met the love of my life. I had been living on the streets for a couple weeks due to the final break up of me and Jon; my first love. He had put me out of his house and friggin’ dumped all of my belongings. I guess that I had it coming for fucking all of his friends. Honestly, we were bound to end our relationship, He just never understood me. I met Mason on Hudson River...Read On