Warning: All explitives, sexual references, and inappropriate content, have been replaced with variations of the word "FLAG" to create material that is still socially unacceptable. Marking this as "inappropriate" will reveal to other readers your filthy mind.
After a nasty divorce, Debbie had moved to a new neighborhood in Dallas, where she bought a small house, and been living there for about six months, when she first laid eyes on Trent. She knew he was flagging material at first sight.
Trent was a young buck who found himself single again after his wife
Thelma , decided she was a lesbian and ran off to Hollywood, with a woman named Louise. It all happened very quickly, one day while sitting in one of those vibrating chairs in the airport, she ran out of quarters, and decided she was a flaggin' lesbian, and Trent never saw his Thelma again after that.
On a Saturday afternoon, while pulling weeds from her cannabis garden, Debbie heard the mechanical rumble and rythmic thumping of a vintage '69 Harley Davidson, as she was bent over in her lush garden. She turned to see Trent smiling and waving, as he rode passed her.
Debbie knew this was her chance to flag him, but she had to act quickly; but first she needed a powerful and steamy shower. She was never so happy to have the Ultra-Flagging model shower massage as she was right now; she turned the dial to "super-flagging-pulsate" setting, and felt the water pounding her anxiousness into a single moment of ecstatic flagging, and wave after wave she flagged herself like never before.
Knowing she had to save a little passionate flagging for her neighbor, she quickly dried off, and began to do her hair and make-up as quickly as possible. She grabbed a cheap bottle of booze, misted herself with her best perfume, and was on the prowl.
Arriving at Trent's house, Debbie knocked on the door, but to her dismay, there was no answer. "Oh no, I missed him", she thought to herself; just then, Trent emerged from side of the house wearing just a towel. "Over here", he said, as he walked toward her. Debbie studied the motion of the towel, as if she was reviewing a doctoral thesis.
His manliness was waving like a flag on an inappropriate blog, and yes, she wanted to view it! "I was just in the hot tub, would you like to join me", Trent asked, "It's very good for your circulation" he added. Debbie responded, "Why yes, and I can see that; but I will need to go home to get my bathing suit"! Trent replied, "Well, I see you have the vodka, who needs a bathing suit if you have vodka".
Trent's towel dropped to floor, unveiling a most magnificent flag. Debbie was in awe of his masculine flag, never in her most flagged dreams had she shuddered at such a thought. As Trent helped her stip off what few clothes she had on, she had plump and pert flags that begged for Trent's touch. Trent's engorged excitement called for immediate flagging, and Debbie was willing to give herself to all of Trent's flagging desires.
His arms wrapped around her from behind, teasing and massaging her needy flags, as she moaned, "Flag me now" with a sensual excitement. His flag was at full staff, as she guided him to her generously moist flag, and into ecstacy. He spared her nothing, giving her more flag than she knew possible, pounding and thumping her flag as he propped her up on the hot tub, fully exposing her willing flagness to his. Driving harder, flagging every part of her. She released a scream of pleasure that seemed to echo for miles, "Flag me harder"!
When the neighbors heard this, one looked over the fence and she said to the other, "That flaggin' slut is flagging Trent ... What the flag". The neighbor lady was very angry, she said, "I have lived here for ten flaggin' years, and she has only been here for six flaggin' months; it was my turn to flag Trent"!
And that was the begining of their lasting love, Trent and Debbie eventually moved to Flagstaff Arizona, where they bought a small house with a robust American flag flying high in their yard. They liked their new neighbors, the Flaggs and on the other side was their neighbors, the Cox.
GET YOUR FLAGGIN' MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER!
Author's Note:
This is a repost, but I felt that it was worthy of reposting. If you notice ... by the end of this short story, your mind has already converted variations of the word "flag" to give it other meanings, such as: sexual intercourse, genitalia, felatio, etc.; and since you have such a filthy mind, there is really no need to "flag" this post, except to let other perverts know where to score some good "flagging material".
- Thom
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