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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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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

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The Talking Butt-Plug

Just a quick personal conversation.

“Where the bloody hell are you?” “Look I don’t have time to mess around much more. I have to go out in less than an hour. It’s always the same when I have to go somewhere, you’re never where you should be, certainly never where I thought I left you.” “Right, one more look under the bed and if you’re not there, I will find something else to wear.” “OUCH…holy fucking Christ!” “You wanted...Read On

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Boardroom Dreams

On the fourth meeting of the day, Melissa’s fantasies take over completely.

Melissa entered the boardroom for the fourth time that day. In front of her were two technical gurus and two managers. The discussion was going to be about the cost for additional storage requirements and disaster recovery options for the coming five years. Melissa had been in meetings practically all day, and this topic suggested that it would be no fun at all. The discussions started as...Read On

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Afterschool Education

The student gives in to the teacher.

The four thirty bell couldn't have rung early enough. Monica nearly ran to Mr. Jacob's classroom while everyone else was running for the exit. She was finally giving in to the flirtatious glances, sexual remarks and overwhelming attraction. As she reached his door, Monica didn't bother to stop and compose herself. She pushed open the door and went straight for his desk. The classroom was...Read On

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Psychedelic Pussycat Dreams - Kiss

So many lights. Like the entire galaxy had crashed the party and flung stars over every single surface, living and non-living, bathing the entire room in warm starlight. I turned in place, more of a slow spin, drinking in as much as I could handle without falling to my knees, overwhelmed. Beautiful. Too beautiful, really. It almost hurt. I vaguely recognized the music. Hendrix. I think. It...Read On

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Watching The Rain Upon The Ocean

Watching the rain upon the ocean through the endless rainbow. There is nothing more I can do this morning, even if I had the energy, as I listen to the rain and wind through the partly open doors. The pit, patter of the drops on the patio tiles, once a vibrant orange colour, now a dirty wet colour. Once more, though I wish it had not, my mind wanders to last year and the week spent here...Read On

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Varied as Egrets

Too much success and the internet has all but killed the porn industry. That is why I created this club, to cater for vivid imaginations. I was fortunate in my life, with the exception of one failed marriage. I had at one time owned a small string of Video Shops, and had a very small part in producing a porn flick. Might I say, "porn is about as exciting as cracking peanut shells." We...Read On

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Psychedelic Pussycat Dreams - Cream

Finally, Jenny gets hers.

A thick cloud of hashish smoke hung in the room, partially obscuring my girlfriend’s naked body, the scent cloying, overwhelming the senses until it began to dissipate. To either side of me, I could hear the scratchy sound of a needle as it endlessly traveled around the inside ring of July’s eponymous recording, spiraling inwards and then outwards again, masking Jenny’s soft moans. My...Read On

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Cuck Jon

Jon's wife leaves him locked at home and goes to party with her latest BBC

Saturday night - Jon and Paige just finished dinner. “Thanks for dinner sweetheart,” she said. “Absolutely delicious!” “No problem. I've been enjoying cooking more and more.” “So how are you doing? This is the first time it has been two weeks.” “Comfort-wise it is okay, but I’m pretty needful.” “Come here,” she said. He walked over, standing between her knees, only wearing the black,...Read On

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Hunted

He wanted to see you with another man and you were never one to deny his wishes...

I was the prey. Stalked and hunted. And it was obvious you were sent for the kill. And kill you did. With perfection. Your glossed lips close to my ear, the heat of your every breath upon my skin. Your scent so alluring as I listen to your sultry, suggestive whispers. My eyes, drawn to your cleavage, your little black number clinging to your wonderful curves leaving little to the...Read On

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How Would You Like Me?

It’s your fantasy

First timer , she thought, watching him fumble with his belt buckle. Everything about him was tense: furrowed brow, clenched jaw, averted eyes. She sat back on her haunches, hands resting lightly on her thighs. This one was going to need coaxing. “Can I help?” she purred. “No, I’m…” He flinched as someone rattled the door handle. A nervous smile flickered across his face.  Smiling...Read On

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The Dreamy Flight

“Damn you, push that tongue deeper, deeper damn it. Yes, that feels so fucking good!” she screamed out at him. He did as he was told, pushing his tongue deep into her pussy, reaching for the deepest places he could touch her. His nose was buried against her engorged clit and every time he moved it would rub against it. Panting, she grabbed his hair and pulled his face towards her clit....Read On

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The Zip

Testing the boundaries of a friendship

I don’t care what the narrow-minded villagers will call us. Kneeling before you in the sanctuary of your lilac bedroom, nothing else matters. My heart gallops, your vanilla scent dancing among other particles that somersault in the rays of sunlight streaming through the open window to strike your lithe physique. Wisps from the glowing caramel waterfall of your hair catch the breeze,...Read On