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by Parris on Sep 19, 2017
Mature

Fuck me. It was two days until I started my period and I was so goddamn horny I was ready to screw the neighbor’s dog the next time it came into my yard to pee on the shrubs. Instead, after a long day at the office, I showered and slipped into my favorite over-sized shirt. Padding barefoot and bare-assed down the carpeted stairs, it was my plan to curl up...

Flat Tire

by stllrnng47 on Sep 25, 2017
Mature

I was riding my bike on the beach path in Huntington Beach, on my way to my friend's 18th birthday party bonfire. The bonfire was actually in Seal Beach, one city up, so it was a solid hour long bike ride. I didn't mind though. I loved riding my bike, especially with the beautiful beach view and moist, salty wind in my hair. I was wearing my new favorite d...

Flat Stephanie

by Irish Moss on Sep 19, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...

Flat-Chested Jill

by alan556 on Sep 25, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I'm flat-chested. When I say "flat-chested," I don't just mean that I have small boobs. I mean I have no boobs. I found on the Internet a description of a girl like me. It said, "If she takes off her clothes, stands sideways, and sticks out her tongue, she looks like a zipper." That pretty well sums it up. I am seriously flat-chested. I could have told you...

Flat Tire

by NEVEREVEN7 on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

My husband and I had been happily married for five years, and for the most part there were few complaints on my part. We had undergone various obstacles in the past both financially and emotionally, but we had always come out of them stronger than when we went in. We had started out with our own fevered flare in the bedroom, complete with our imaginations ru...

Flat Chested Alyssa

by R410a on Nov 16, 2020
Romance

The normal disclaimers apply, anyone engaged in sex is 18 or older. The basis for the main character in this story stems from a girl who hung out with and went to school with our daughter, I interjected a younger version of myself as the teller of her story. Be forewarned, this story is long, I normally split the longer ones into two parts, unfortunately th...

Flatmates: 21st Birthday Surprise

by milfocker on Sep 12, 2017
Group Sex

It was my 21st birthday and I was on my way to my fiancée's flat in London, where she went to university. She shared it with two of her friends, Diane and Rachel, Diane was short, attractive and slim with olive skin, Rachel however was tall and skinny, but still reasonably attractive. My fiancée's best friend however was Suzie, who was on the same course as...

Out of the Dark Wood Ch. 05

by flatliner on Sep 16, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

This probably makes more sense if you read chapters 1-4 first. ***** Scarpelli loved riding the C-Class with the top down through the pre-dawn darkness of the Cape Fear. He could open the beast up and cruise into the tunnel of the night, smooth jazz on Sirius, eyes alert for deer, but otherwise flying like an eagle along I-40. He had a lot on his mind. Thi...

Out of the Dark Wood Ch. 06

by flatliner on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

Votes and comments help make a better writer and are very much appreciated. This is my first true BDSM story. Chapter Six - The Horse Whisperer Rebecca heard the Clarke woman speak and put the binoculars down on the dash. On her laptop in the passenger seat the WiFi feed from the farm office camera, hijacked by her bug, lit up the screen. Finally, Rebecca...

Out of the Dark Wood Ch. 01

by flatliner on Sep 14, 2017
Group Sex

He climbed above the tree line and into the late afternoon August sunlight. The Blue Ridge lay arrayed before him like a sleeping woman under rumpled sheets. Here a jutting hip, there a soft shoulder, she was in repose after a stolen hour of lovemaking. Or so he could imagine. The fresh air and stimulation of hiking in the forest always touched the primal. H...