Florence Flanders
Bio
Lover and writer, with erotica all bets are off and anything is possible. I love to write in this genre as it’s empowering for me and the reader. I am writing an erotic novella for 2022.
I also write other short stories and blogs.
Stories (6/0)
A Deeper Shade of Red
Life is for living she thought as she quaffed back her second glass of Prosecco. It was cheap Prosecco but it didn’t matter she’d had a really, really, fucking seriously shit day at work and what she needed more than anything was to get off and she knew exactly how she was going to do that and who with.
By Florence Flanders 2 years ago in Filthy
Model Citizen
As he felt the woman unbuttoning his leather trousers he concluded to himself that this was not what he was expecting when he signed up for a fashion shoot, but hey, he could roll with the punches and go with it after all there were definitely worse places to be. He was a formidable looking man, over 6 feet tall, with a solid physique honed by working on the construction sites. He wasn’t gym sculpted like so many of his friends, his body had been strengthened and chiseled by years of sheer hard work. He was solid. Manly. Charismatic.
By Florence Flanders 2 years ago in Filthy
Masquerade
The hot wax dripped onto Celeste‘s body as she felt the cock up to the back of the throat thrusting against it. She prayed that she didn’t throw up but there was so much else going on; she could feel the beautiful silk holding her hands and her ankles firmly to the sides of the bed, and she knew Marie was eating her out. This was one hell of a party, and she was glad for this salacious experience, like a sexual gourmet meal.
By Florence Flanders 2 years ago in Filthy
Highland Fling
Katie relaxed, took a deep breath and allowed the heated leather seat to caress her body. One of the things she loved about Martin was his sense of sheer luxury. She breathed deeply again as she gazed upon the awe-inspiring scenery rushing by her window. The soft but determined climb of Martin’s hand travelling up her bare thigh brought her back to earth.
By Florence Flanders 3 years ago in Filthy
Journal Back In Time
The warmth of the aged single malt reached the back of his throat, soothing his mind, although not dulling the ache in his heart. It was his Father’s favorite drink, so today it seemed appropriate, although Martin had never really acquired a taste for it.
By Florence Flanders 3 years ago in Futurism
