100 word story. Exactly. No More. No less.

[onehitwanda]

I feel this one, hard. Oof.

It's a bittersweet symphony

 

[DeLaFaye]

It's a bittersweet symphony

A harmony of the human existence. At least I imagine most people feel this need for a connection. Idk, maybe we're the weird ones. It's an odd sort of salve for the heart to read other's experiences with it. It forces the realization that you're not alone, not unique, not special, and there's something so wonderfully, nihilistically comforting to that. There's only so many 'types' of people after all. Before too long we seem to start to repeat. Or maybe that's just the noontime ennui sneaking in. Personally, it allows me to think it's okay to want that connection, even when I know "It's my old, foolish game once more."

 

[onehitwanda]

A harmony of the human existence. At least I imagine most people feel this need for a connection. Idk, maybe we're the weird ones. It's an odd sort of salve for the heart to read other's experiences with it. It forces the realization that you're not alone, not unique, not special, and there's something so wonderfully, nihilistically comforting to that. There's only so many 'types' of people after all. Before too long we seem to start to repeat. Or maybe that's just the noontime ennui sneaking in. Personally, it allows me to think it's okay to want that connection, even when I know "It's my old, foolish game once more."

I sometimes think that age is just the experience to recognise prior patterns of self-destructive behaviour and the knowledge of when to say "This much and no more"

 

[DeLaFaye]

I sometimes think that age is just the experience to recognise prior patterns of self-destructive behaviour and the knowledge of when to say "This much and no more"

For me, the time between being broken and healing takes longer and longer and I just don't have the energy. I like to write these stories because I can make them happy in a way I've never known and at this point, don't expect to know. That's on me as much as anyone at this point. Shields up and whatnot.

 

[onehitwanda]

For me, the time between being broken and healing takes longer and longer and I just don't have the energy. I like to write these stories because I can make them happy in a way I've never known and at this point, don't expect to know. That's on me as much as anyone at this point. Shields up and whatnot.

Oh honey.

 

[NoTalentHack]

wow. This is a long-format story. Come on!

I very rarely do this, but if you want to take this one and run with it, feel free! I've got like 100 story seeds begging for my attention, and this one is unlikely to float to the top. But I do admit it could make for a compelling story in the right person's hands, i.e., someone as talented as you.

 

[DeLaFaye]

Oh honey.

Oh geez, I’m sorry, I’m fine! Just very…blunt, and prattling on. Ignore me.

 

[onehitwanda]

Oh geez, I’m sorry, I’m fine! Just very…blunt, and prattling on. Ignore me.

Shan't. Won't

 

[NoTalentHack]

Oh geez, I’m sorry, I’m fine! Just very…blunt, and prattling on. Ignore me.

Hey, you never need to apologize for being honest about yourself and your feelings. Even if you're fine, you can still feel and talk about it.

 

[DeLaFaye]

@onehitwanda and @NoTalentHack Both of you are too sweet! Thank you.

 

[MargotPayge]

Penetration

If I were a boy I’d jerk off with you—two horny guys face to face in bed, stroking our hard cocks, rubbing their wet tips together.

But since I’m a girl I have to content myself with playing with my clit while you jerk off.

Don’t you think it looks like a little cock when I’m aroused? The way it pokes out between my pussy lips?

God, I want to fuck you so bad. I want to be inside you. I want to stick the tip of my clit into the slit at the end of your cock.

This one is really growing on me. I love the naughty and impossible. It makes it impossibly naughty!

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Confession

I have such a crush on my therapist. I fantasize about what she does with her husband. Is she kinky in bed? Does he have a nice cock? Does she like sucking it? Does she let him fuck her up the ass?

She’s so pretty. I imagine her naked, down on all fours, getting pounded from behind. Her long dark hair loose and disheveled. Her tits swinging.

“Is there anything you want to discuss this week?” She asks.

Sitting on the couch in her office, my cheeks redden.

It takes all my self-control not to say:

“Your husband’s cock.”

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

This one is really growing on me. I love the naughty and impossible. It makes it impossibly naughty!

Lately my fantasies have been getting more baroque and bizarre. I write smut as an escape, and the more realistic I make it, the more my real-world anxieties threaten to intrude.

 

[MargotPayge]

Lately my fantasies have been getting more baroque and bizarre. I write smut as an escape, and the more realistic I make it, the more my real-world anxieties threaten to intrude.

I feel like that too. But I also use it to fix things the way I want them. It's a godlike power to make everyone in the universe you create. Maybe that's why I am so fixated on myth, religion, and ancient wisdom literature right now. Fixing my anxieties at the root?

 

[Biggalute]

Not been here for a while. Glad to see this little thread still up and running with so many wonderful little short stories. I just wrote this after looking out the window at my wife in the garden


You love the rain. You come in from the garden, beautiful and bedraggled. The wet and muddy clothes accentuate your body, the curves, the crevices, the lumps and bumps, the wet hair stuck to the glowing skin of your face, the soppy grin, I love it all.

You ask for a towel but I just smile and move closer, kissing your damp lips before lifting and peeling off your t-shirt, burying my face greedily into your wet and steamy cleavage, licking and sucking at the droplets.

I kneel and lower your shorts and panties, both your hands on my head.

 

[Dak2]

We weren't married; we worked together lifting a startup from the ground.
She had the advantage: she had small tits and great hips, my undisclosed weakness.

During the crisis of our beta, she yelled at me: "Fix this you dick." I did.

In the afterglow of our success, she apologized. We were in her office.
"I was out of line." she said.

"All is forgiven if you wash my back."

Across the street in the ample shower of the hotel suite reserved as a 24/7 backstop for a faltering go-live, this beauty cradled my back as we fucked wantonly.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Dr. Talbot

“This is insane. We’re going to get caught!”

She doesn’t care. She wants it so bad.

She pulls the top of her scrubs up to her chin, drops the bottoms to her ankles, baring her body to him.

The nurse already has his cock out and is stroking it as he stares at her.

“Can I cum inside you?”

She nods vigorously “Hurry though, I need to make my rounds.”

He bends her over the exam table, sticks it in. Fuck he’s big.

Later, as she examines her first patient, she can feel it leaking out of her.

 

[Casual_Writer21]

Dr. Talbot

“This is insane. We’re going to get caught!”

She doesn’t care. She wants it so bad.

She pulls the top of her scrubs up to her chin, drops the bottoms to her ankles, baring her body to him.

The nurse already has his cock out and is stroking it as he stares at her.

“Can I cum inside you?”

She nods vigorously “Hurry though, I need to make my rounds.”

He bends her over the exam table, sticks it in. Fuck he’s big.

Later, as she examines her first patient, she can feel it leaking out of her.

I like how you gave us a scene, the fuck, and the conclusion in such a short time while maintaining coherency. That's not easy, so great job!

 

[Casual_Writer21]

Three Minutes

He shoves me on the bed, and we slide off our pants. We don't have much time. He gets over me, and I play with my pussy. His hard cock rubs my thighs. He forces my wrists down, and I lift my legs. He thrusts inside; I gasp as my walls stretch. My instinct screams to submit and be his for the next three minutes. He picks up the pace; his stamina is unrelenting. He moans, emptying himself into me. He pulls out. I wipe the excess, we dress, and he's onto the fire escape as the apartment door clicks.

(100 words)

 

[MargotPayge]

Three Minutes

He shoves me on the bed, and we slide off our pants. We don't have much time. He gets over me, and I play with my pussy. His hard cock rubs my thighs. He forces my wrists down, and I lift my legs. He thrusts inside; I gasp as my walls stretch. My instinct screams to submit and be his for the next three minutes. He picks up the pace; his stamina is unrelenting. He moans, emptying himself into me. He pulls out. I wipe the excess, we dress, and he's onto the fire escape as the apartment door clicks.

(100 words)

This reminds me of an episode of Frasier. LOL

I wanted to do 3 reactions: like, laugh, and WOW. LOL

 

[Casual_Writer21]

This reminds me of an episode of Frasier. LOL

I wanted to do 3 reactions: like, laugh, and WOW. LOL

I surprised myself with this challenge. The original draft was around 210 words, and trimming the fat helped me determine what was necessary. Your entry inspired me!

 

[MargotPayge]

I've been working on this ridiculous sonnet for weeks. This version came to me today and I hope it works because I am putting it away forever now.
With my apologies to Shakespeare and Milton.

The Gravity of His Cock.

“Does Gravity depend on size?” I ask
Myself. That would explain the attraction
I feel. Though the pale moon’s prime mystic task
Of gravitational interaction

With the sea, which causes the changing tides,
Was not bestowed as a product of chance,
The moon’s true love is the sea as she slides
Back and forth in her endless, ageless dance.

The gravity well of the massive Sun
Holds the planets in their courses. Great Jove’s
Sphere of attraction is well overrun
With rings and moons and asteroids in droves.
Your organ creates its own gravity.
How it fills my feminine cavity.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Succubus

I soar above the moonlit city on leathery wings—on the hunt, nostrils flaring.

So much prey! It’s hard to choose.

Then I scent him, and know he’s the one.

I swoop in for the kill, squat upon his windowsill, clawed toes curling.

He lies unsuspecting on his cot, fast asleep. Soundlessly, I creep forward and crouch over him.

One breath from my lips, and he starts to rise. When he’s fully tumescent, I mount him.

Perpetually wet, I take his full length easily. Ah, that’s what I’m made for!

Roaring, I take my pleasure.

I love my job!

 

[FeralSmile]

Hi! New account here, with a couple of stories submitted and pending. Thought I'd poke around a bit on the forums.

I saw this thread just now, devoured it enthusiastically, and felt I ought to give it a try. It's an intriguing exercise.

Actually, NO. Let me try that again. This is a prelude to the piece I was about to submit...

In 100 words.

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"About What Follows"​

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I saw the prompt and was interested. Then I read the works and was enamored. The way you carefully place word after word like dominoes, so when I read them they all fall in order, inexorably, delights and inspires me.​

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The craft of it, the careful precision, and (I’ll be honest) the smut, draw me in. The confessions, explicit and implicit, arouse my interest until it can’t be contained (shouldn’t be contained).​

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It’s not easy to excite with limited speech. But there’s something about leaving one’s comfort zone in writing that’s just like disrobing for a new partner.​

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Comments welcome.​

 

[FeralSmile]

... and here's the piece I originally wrote after reading this thread.

This is unplanned, unpolished, and perhaps a bit too obvious, but it's 100 words, not counting the title of course.

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"Our First Time"​

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You asked if I wanted to stay for a drink, and I kissed you. We both wanted more. Pushing you against the wall, I reveled in the taste of your neck and shoulder. We removed your shirt, and I kissed your bra away as you moaned and clutched me. Our pants came off in a flurry of excitement, and you stroked my hardness as I pulled your panties down. I pushed; you spun around. Bending over, you reached back and your hands held wide your secrets for me. I entered, to our delight. Ecstasy, need, gasping and panting and heaving.​