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Flash Erotica

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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Seattle Mix Tape - Pussycat

She has no shame.  None whatsoever. It’s been replaced with confidence and a touch of cruelty.  “Strip.” She snaps her fingers, expecting – requiring – quick obedience, never mind that the curtains are pulled back and the room is well lit leaving me feeling vulnerable.  “Stand still.  You’re fidgeting.” Nervous energy crackles through me as she circles me like prey. Fear wars...Read On

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Shard 8318.2: Doppelgängers

They aren’t watching us; they are watching strangers.

They lay together in bed, post-fuck. The laptop sat at a corner of the bed, balancing precariously on the edge of the tumble of sheets. The machine had been an integral part of their foreplay, though forgotten rather quickly after libidos had been fired up and set in motion. He reached out to grab the corner of the computer, and pulled it into a safer position, sitting flat on top of...Read On

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The Storeroom

A visit to the storeroom entails more than checking the inventory.

The WhatsApp selfie couldn't have been more succinct: a full frontal with his erection poking through his fly. ‘Third floor, stationary room. I've got a directors meeting in fifteen minutes and need to relieve the stress it's causing me.’  ‘With or without underwear?’ I inquired. Seconds later, after checking that no one was watching me, I reached beneath my cashmere dress and removed my...Read On

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Shard 8317.2: Thumbnail

Always the shopgirl.

They had talked about it for months, perhaps over a year of months. For the longest time, the talk was all that mattered, the talk was all they needed. The talk was the point. One of them would have the video camera in hand, and while they fucked they filmed, telling each other men would be stroking their cocks to the sight, women would be fingering themselves. So hot, they’d tell each other....Read On

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Seattle Mix Tape - Focus

Focus. She tastes like lemon tart. Must remember to tell Lizzy. Focus. She’s gorgeous and that’s not me seeing the world through rainbow colored glasses.  She really is. Tall, blonde, athletic.  She would have fit right in on the women’s volleyball team. Focus.  It’s been exactly 27 days since I’ve had an orgasm. Since I’ve been allowed an orgasm.  Not to say I haven’t masturbated in...Read On

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Every sinew was stretched. Her back delicately arched and her shoulders screamed with silent tension as they surrendered to the demands of the rope. One limb, one corner. The four poster bed dominated the space. Its place, dead centre, gave the room its purpose. There would be no resting here, no hiding. The perimeter of the room was a walkway around that bed and tonight, she was the exhibit....Read On

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Shard 8316.2: Viewfinder

Something about it being an actual camera rather than a phone made it much sexier.

They tried filming their fucking a few times with a cell phone, with predictably hot results, but the result was still a cellphone recording, with the graininess and haphazard focus and extreme horizontal aspect ratio. Overriding all those concerns was the worry that someone would accidentally find the footage on the phone. He bought an actual video camera as a Christmas present for the both...Read On

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Don't Forget To Breathe

It seemed like ages, but finally, Emma breathed.

Every now and then, sex is better than a rollercoaster ride. Not that I ride rollercoasters that much. Not anymore. But you know when something is going to be out of this world. At this precise moment, I’m feeling fucking wonderful. My orgasm has been building for ages and right now I just want to tell him to fuck me harder. I want to come right now. But his gentle rhythm brings me to a...Read On

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Memories of Jack

Too late, she realizes she made a mistake.

Her hands were shaking as she held the plastic. Her eyes were glued to the display. She was waiting for the result. Impatient. Every heartbeat passed like an hour. At her heartbeat rate, two minutes meant close to two hundred hours. Two hundred hours of waiting in the narrow confinement of the airplane toilet. A piece of memory flashed through her mind. A memory she preferred to forget....Read On

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Psychedelic Pussycat Dreams - Deep Purple

She kept her eyes closed, concentrating on the touch of fingers on her exposed nakedness, attempting to decipher each stroke into a shape without overloading her mind (much as the flurry of so many hands were overloading her senses). A heart. A flower (or perhaps a sun). Letters were harder, as someone wrote a script upon her belly, each line drawing closer to a still untouched pussy. Were...Read On

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Shard 903.2: Symmetry

“Just think of me as your housewarming gift,” she said.

He fucked her from behind on their brand new bed, the two of them watching their reflection in the large bathroom mirror facing the bed. His head hung above the curve of her body like the moon over a landscape, his lips bent in a snarl, his nostrils flared. Slitted eyes peeked from under her mass of disheveled hair and her trembling arms gripped the end of the bed. Her ass lifted to meet...Read On

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Shard 80.2: Sideways

“I take it all for you,” she gasped. “Anything to please you.”

Ghosts filled the air surrounding them. She lay on her back, sideways to the mattress so that her head bent back at the edge of the bed as if on a hinge. In their minds, her wrists were bound to the bedframe with rope. One of their self-conjured ghosts stood at her face, fucking her mouth. In the nominally more real world, her hands were free, and she held a large and realistic dildo in...Read On

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Shard 216.2: Unguarded

She was, simply, herself.

He walked into the bedroom, noted the opened door of the bathroom, peered inside to see his lover naked, lost and adrift in her reflection in the mirror. Their eyes caught. A certain unguarded vulnerability poised beneath her features. He could not read her expression. She asked, “What do you see? When you look at me. What do you see?” Honestly? Her face looked to him like that of...Read On

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Shard 261.2: What Do You See?

She examined her face in the mirror, trying to get inside his head.

She had just showered, and readied herself in the bathroom for him, knowing he would be coming up to the bedroom soon. She scrubbed her face with soap and hot water and a simple white washcloth. She added a thin trace of lipstick across her lips, Rouge Noir, a color that he loved and recognized, even though he could never name the color. He knew it when he saw it. She applied a whisper...Read On

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Psychedelic Pussycat Dreams - Nirvana

Her room was awash with color.  No overhead light.  No brass lamps topped with beige lamp shades.  The walls glowed with bright neon images. Tigers and mushrooms and wizards and rainbows brought to life by a tube of violet light. A glowing aquarium full of multi-colored fish moving slowly about through a forest of slowly waving plant life. A lava lamp, its contents morphing slowly,...Read On

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Shard 504.2: Click

She loved dressing up for him, making herself into a fuck doll, a sex toy.

Picture it: her nipple, glistening with cum. She loved dressing up for him, wearing anything he asked, making herself into a fuck doll, a sex toy. Anything he asked. Fishnet thigh highs, fishnet gloves. Collars and leashes. Thick, whorish makeup. He didn’t ask every time, but he did often. He found his mind took a series of photographs when she dressed like this, snapping away as he...Read On

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Solstice Intentions

A relaxing way to spend a quiet afternoon...

As she positioned herself atop his slumbering body, the lighter weight of her heavy intentions woke him. He had placed the opened paperback mystery on his chest, eyes tired after several whodunnit chapters, fully expecting to awaken refreshed but in the same manner, ready to continue. It was a quiet, uncommitted winter’s afternoon; a perfect time to escape on the couch and disappear into...Read On

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After-sex satisfaction

Her lipstick was artfully smudged, the pink hue softening the further it went onto her cheek, mixing in with the face makeup she wore. So smudged and messy was her makeup, that I could not tell where the lipstick ended and the foundation and blush began, it was a streaky mess, proof in my mind of a job well done. Her eye makeup too was messy looking and ruined. Around her inner lash...Read On

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Shard 927.2: Art

The sight of her hit him like a rock in the chest.

He stood behind her, off to the right, watching her study the painting. The contrast between her and the canvas in the background fascinated him. She wore long brown heeled boots, tight black jeans with a barely noticeable paisley pattern imprinted into the fabric in a manner he could neither fathom nor accurately describe, a tan leather jacket and a gauzy, flirty scarf. A single silver...Read On

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To Touch... And Be Touched

A husband gives his wife the erotic gift of her first experience with another woman...

Both women lay nude, side by side, hip to hip, and hand in hand. My wife distracted herself by staring at the ceiling. Kay was beyond nervous. She was in bed with a woman she had just met. Kay’s fantasy was something we talked about but never pursued. I wanted my wife explore this dream, so I sourced Candace. She was Kay’s type. Candace had long brown hair, blue eyes, bouncy breasts with ass...Read On

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Love Bites and Other Drugs

Why home remedies aren't always a good idea...

So this is how it ends , Charlie thought to himself as he stared at the Artex patterns someone had moulded onto the ceiling some years earlier. Not with a bang, but with a whimper. And an erection, of course . It was the erection that was the most troubling part. Three hours and counting now, which was surely some kind of Guinness World Record. Charlie imagined Norris McWhirter,...Read On

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Psychedelic Pussycat Dreams - Kinks

Slowly descending, testing each step with my bare toe, the darkness so complete that I am effectively blind. It serves to heighten my other senses. Beyond the narrow wooden door at the top of the steps, faint conversations against a back drop of The Stones’ She’s a Rainbow bleed through. Each step takes me father and farther into the unknown until I am only accompanied by my quickening...Read On

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She whets his appetite for more than dinner.

"Honey, I'm home," he called out as the front door slammed behind him.  "Hey, babe. I'm in the bedroom," I yelled back in response.  "Something smells delicious," he remarked as he dropped his keys on the table and set his briefcase down in the entryway.  "Dinner is in the oven," I responded. "It'll be ready in an hour or so." "I'm starved," he grumbled as he stomped down the hall...Read On

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In An Instant

I ran into an ex today

You took my breath away today. I must’ve looked ridiculous, standing there in the grocery store, staring at you with my mouth hanging open. It had been ten years since I'd seen your face, your dark hair tucked behind your ears, your full lips. I’d always heard the expression, but until this moment I didn’t understand.  In an instant, I felt our last kiss, my fingers peeking below your jeans...Read On

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Beautiful Moments

Sometimes once is simply not enough.

My world seemed to stand still, as if hypnotized by the rhythm of our breathing. I love the gentle coziness of passion’s aftermath; often it seems like time has ceased. The soft yellow glow of streetlights lazily peeked between the generic blinds, a hazy light just bright enough to reflect against the shimmer of our naked flesh.  The calm after the storm is the way I visualize our...Read On

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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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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....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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The bass from the music was pumping from the speakers. It poured onto the dance floor like molten tar, animating the bodies writhing in the smoky gloom. She watched the dance floor and its gyrating zombies with a bored expression and a curl of her immaculately rouged lip while she lounged on a bar stool, dry martini in one hand. Her long legs were crossed, the hemline of her dress...Read On