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

[MargotPayge]

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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.​

I like the idea of writing about writing. Check the word count, I think.

 

[FeralSmile]

I like the idea of writing about writing. Check the word count, I think.

"Comments welcome" is intended to be part of the 100 words though the title, "About What Follows", isn't. I checked again, using Word (which I used in writing) then counting manually, and still see 100. I'm a compulsive rewriter so I see several things I'd have done differently had I taken more time, but the count seems right.

On reflection, maybe I wasn't clear that the first part ("Hi!" through "In 100 words") isn't part of the 100-word work.

 

[NoTalentHack]

Okay, I know this isn’t what we’re here for, but it’s well within the spirit of what we’re doing. It’s short; go read it. https://www.literotica.com/s/four-little-words-1

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Masquerade

The women are all completely naked except for our black domino masks. The men are also masked, but wearing suits and ties. The stark contrast between the sexes makes our nudity seem more raw. We look ripe and fuckable, and we know it.

Sipping champagne, I chat with a patent attorney named Claudia. Tiny tits, crotch shaved perfectly smooth—nothing to obscure her generous cleft and prominent lips.

“Parading around liked this always gets me so wet,” she whispers conspiratorially.

“Me too,” I admit

“Does your husband have a nice cock?”

“I suppose,” I demur.

“Mine does,” she smiles.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

A double submission:

Working Late

To save money, the company shuts off the air conditioning at six.

After sunset with the temperature still rising, I begin shedding clothes.

At first, just my jacket. Then, growing bolder, my wool skirt and silk blouse.

When I get down to my underwear, I’m still too hot to focus, so I open Literotica.

Just for a moment, I tell myself.

By eleven I’m completely naked, and openly masturbating at my desk. So unprofessional. So slutty.

At midnight I leave my desk and pad silently around the deserted office looking for a memorable place to make myself cum.

Presentation

The boardroom lights transform its darkened windows into floor-to-ceiling mirrors

I step to the head of the conference table, lightly rest my fingertips on the polished wood.

“Gentlemen, I’ve called you here today to discuss the matter of my pussy—so tight, so wet, so eminently fuckable.”

Rising up on my toes, I socket my aching cunt against the rounded corner of the table.

The naked woman reflected in the windows looks insane—flushed cheeks, disheveled hair.

Moaning, she arches her back, humps the table to orgasm

Then she quietly returns to her desk, gets dressed, and goes home.

 

[filmmaker03]

Fertile

I’m the one who suggests doing it bareback.

“You sure?” he asks hopefully. He’s already on top of me.

“Uh-huh,” I nod, biting my lip. “Make me a mommy.”

We’ve always been so scrupulous about condoms, but we talked about it yesterday, and it’s time.

His cock slides in effortlessly. I’m so fucking wet. I always get horny when I’m ovulating. I’m a ripe piece of fruit, bursting with juice.

He tries to go slow, but can’t hold back. Almost immediately he’s desperately thrusting.

I wrap my legs around him, urging him deeper.

“I’m gonna,” he groans.

“Do it.”

You’re amazingly good at writing these shorts. Really love your choice of words.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

His Best Friend’s Mom

He wanted her so bad. He’d known her for years—practically his whole life. Now she was waiting for him in bed with her legs spread

He stared at her open cunt—glistening, fleshy, voluptuous—so different from the tidy little pussies of the girls on the internet.

The purple head of his young cock was shiny with pre-cum. He held it in his fist, lightly jerking

“Come on then,” she said. “Stick it in. I won’t bite.”

“But I don’t have a condom.”

“Oh sweetie, it’s been years since I’ve had to worry about that!”

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

You’re amazingly good at writing these shorts. Really love your choice of words.

Thank you! I think I’ve discovered my métier!

 

[NoTalentHack]

Thank you! I think I’ve discovered my métier!

Your stuff really is fantastic. You know, the Literotica 25 year anniversary is coming up. Have you considered posting 25 100 word stories as an entry?

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Your stuff really is fantastic. You know, the Literotica 25 year anniversary is coming up. Have you considered posting 25 100 word stories as an entry?

I’ve been working toward writing 100 to post as a single 10,000 word story.

 

[onehitwanda]

Eulogy

You never got your story
because of that night -
when he grabbed you
and raped you
and made me.

You never let me feel unwanted
You never let me feel unloved
You gave me everything

You worked three jobs to pay for my school
You stayed home when others went on fancy holidays
- so that I could study.

Later, when I was older you, finally, got your chance.

I stare down at the document that arrived today.
Beautifully wrapped; from your Alma Mater.
Magna cum laude - how typical of you.

I'd scream, but I'm too numb - I buried you yesterday.

 

[MargotPayge]

Eulogy

How do you make the darkness so beautiful?
I almost never willingly read something that I know will make me cry. But I keep reading this, over and over.

 

[onehitwanda]

How do you make the darkness so beautiful?
I almost never willingly read something that I know will make me cry. But I keep reading this, over and over.

I... I don't know how I do it. I really don't. I was working on a gentle work (well, mostly gentle, there's darkness in the backstory) and suddenly part of the closing scene came to me - the FMC finally finding the strength to go and stand beside her mother's grave - her mother had been murdered by her father when she (the FMC) was 16 and she hadn't ever faced the trauma head on. And it was only meeting and falling in love with her love interest that finally made her strong enough to do so.

Then I read something on /r/amitheasshole (a place, like /r/relationships, that I visit to remind myself that yes, people are as stupid and fucked up as they appear to be)

And there, among all the literal shit, was a gem that someone wrote about bereavement.

Grief is love that has nowhere to go.

And I cried a bit at how perfect and poignant that was, and then wanted to write something because of it, and then suddenly there was the 100 word story in my mind.

And here we are.

 

[NoTalentHack]

Grief is love that has nowhere to go.

It’s a lovely sentiment that’s reached more prominence (quite deservedly!) after it was used in the Marvel/Disney show WandaVision. It’s usage figures prominently in my story, No Place to Go.

 

[MargotPayge]

Then I read something on /r/amitheasshole (a place, like /r/relationships, that I visit to remind myself that yes, people are as stupid and fucked up as they appear to be)

OK. You just gave me the cheat code!
LOL
Not really. Two people can see the same thing but they won't both be able to put it into 100 words. I don't really do darkness. Even my bad guys are ridiculous and laughable.

 

[onehitwanda]

OK. You just gave me the cheat code!
LOL
Not really. Two people can see the same thing but they won't both be able to put it into 100 words. I don't really do darkness. Even my bad guys are ridiculous and laughable.

I'm a big, soft, goody two-shoes. I always, always play neutral good / light side characters in RPGs - because I cannot bear the thought of causing harm - even to an imaginary character. I adopt Sophie in Skyrim every time, because she's selling flowers in the fucking snow and there's this note her voice actress says "I sell flowers to make a little coin... it's not much but... what else can I do?" and the first time she said it I cried like a baby. Even writing this little bit about her made me tear up and sniffle. What the fuck!

My more recent stories flirt more with darkness; I don't know if that's just me becoming more comfortable with writing about it. But... I still cry (or almost) when I read what I've written about the history of some of my characters. I imagine it - viscerally. It makes me feel... ill. Wrong. Like I shouldn't.

And when I'm writing, I know I'm writing something heart-wrenching if it's making me sob as I write it.

Wow. They should bottle me and sell me as a downer!

 

[MargotPayge]

But... I still cry (or almost) when I read what I've written about the history of some of my characters. I imagine it - viscerally. It makes me feel... ill. Wrong. Like I shouldn't.

And when I'm writing, I know I'm writing something heart-wrenching if it's making me sob as I write it.

Yeah. I feel guilty in my little MC series for making these characters do things they wouldn't normally do.
Then, the weird part of me wonders if somewhere I am creating a world where these characters are real. Like in that Will Ferrell Movie, "Stranger Than Fiction."

But, also there's a part of me that likes it.

 

[luv2bfkd]

Daddy’s Girls

The hotel lounge, Mom suggests we call it a night and retire to our rooms.

‘So early?’ my sister’s boyfriend asks.

‘We girls are anxious to get our pussies painted in creamy white’ Mom replies.

Jaws drop at her bluntness.

Turning to my boyfriend, ‘My pussy will need at least two coats.’

Looking at Dad, Mom continues, ‘Just think Hon, soon your three girls, we’ll all be on our backs, taking cock, getting our brains fucked out, getting bred.’

The following morning, Daddy’s three girls, we’re all bowlegged, our panties wet with the sperm leaking from our well used pussies.

 

[IARainman]

The three suited professionals step onto the elevator. As it rises, the senior exec turns to the junior partner, reaches under the hem of her skirt as the execs assistant holds her arms. The old man’s hands are in her panties in a flash and his thick finger pushes into her puffy slit. He pushes the digit in and spreads her wetness, finger fucked by her boss.
Her fingers her roughly then moves to rub over her clit. She’s reduced to a writhing mass of sex beast. She didn’t invite it, but he made her cum.

See you at dinner.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Feral

She’s alway lived by herself on the island, naked and wild, skin baked brown by the tropical sun. The hair on her head is a tangled mane—dirty blonde like the tufts under her arms and between her legs.

The sailor catches her watching from the underbrush.

“Hello pretty! Who are you?”

Her nose twitches. His unfamiliar scent makes her yearn for something, but she lacks the words to say what.

Warily she approaches him, raises her rump to present her aching pussy. Is this right?

When he drops his trousers and mounts her, she knows that it is.

 

[IARainman]

She became my mouth slave. I controlled everything about her mouth. Nothing went in or out without my approval.
I would routinely approach her and stick my fingers in her mouth, probe it, examine it or simply repeatedly touch her outstretched tongue. Fun exploration happened in public, seated at the food court and told to open for me to quickly touch, direct her to suck. Of course she readily accepted my cock and reacted to a mouthful of cum as directed on each occasion. The real fun came when I brought visitors. Visitors with cocks pussies and various sized tits.

 

[IARainman]

“Stay just like that,” you hear Daddy’s voice, referring to your position, on your knees, slightly spread, facing the headboard, your wet pussy flared and labia reddened from the fucking he just gave you. “Yes Daddy,” you confirm your compliance, compliance you wouldn’t have imagined you’d ever give anyone a year ago when you left corporate America to serve in his home 24/7. You sense silence, but never waiver from your directed gaze. A finger enters your cunt, his cunt. Is it Daddy’s finger? Perhaps. You heat only footsteps, coming and going. Feel only fingers. Whose ? Only Daddy knows.

 

[MargotPayge]

She became my mouth slave. I controlled everything about her mouth. Nothing went in or out without my approval.
I would routinely approach her and stick my fingers in her mouth, probe it, examine it or simply repeatedly touch her outstretched tongue. Fun exploration happened in public, seated at the food court and told to open for me to quickly touch, direct her to suck. Of course she readily accepted my cock and reacted to a mouthful of cum as directed on each occasion. The real fun came when I brought visitors. Visitors with cocks pussies and various sized tits.

I was just talking to someone in PMs about writing in this format. And there may be more ways to approach this, but it seems things fall into a few limited categories:
1. Poetic - it lends itself to word images.
2. A scene from a larger work (or reads like it)
3. An anecdote with a twist
4. A Joke with a punchline
5. Describing a scene
6. Describing a situation - more like the setting of a television series.

They can all work, but some are harder to pull off than others. I think I like the anecdotes with a twist or jokes best. But there have been some very compelling scenes put forth here too. Poetry is tough, but I keep trying. I haven't seen anyone try a character sketch yet, that might be cool.

Describing a situation is probably the hardest because it relies on your fantasy immediately resonating with someone else. In the relationship you describe, I would be interested in what motivates the two characters to engage with each other in that particular way. That's my 2 cents.

 

[IARainman]

I was just talking to someone in PMs about writing in this format. And there may be more ways to approach this, but it seems things fall into a few limited categories:
1. Poetic - it lends itself to word images.
2. A scene from a larger work (or reads like it)
3. An anecdote with a twist
4. A Joke with a punchline
5. Describing a scene
6. Describing a situation - more like the setting of a television series.

They can all work, but some are harder to pull off than others. I think I like the anecdotes with a twist or jokes best. But there have been some very compelling scenes put forth here too. Poetry is tough, but I keep trying. I haven't seen anyone try a character sketch yet, that might be cool.

Describing a situation is probably the hardest because it relies on your fantasy immediately resonating with someone else. In the relationship you describe, I would be interested in what motivates the two characters to engage with each other in that particular way. That's my 2 cents.

Much as you want to know the motivation, I like to share information that leads the reader to think about what may have been the motivation.

In my Story this happens a few times:

Who are these two? Husband and wife? Partners? Lovers?

How did they come together? Was he her boss? Was he her husband and he converted her from working woman to stay at home? Did they meet elsewhere and develop into this situation.

Why the potential for interaction with strangers? Have they included strangers in their play before? Talked about it as fantasy? Maybe it’s just daddy, playing with her imagination.

I suppose each of those could be stories, and I welcome anyone interested in using my story as a springboard to write one of these. I rather like raising more questions than I answer.

And I wish this thread was more popular. I’d love to see more reactions.

 

[MargotPayge]

Why the potential for interaction with strangers?

I assume because that is one of the aspects of the fantasy that interests the author, which was what I was getting at when I said your fantasy has to resonate with the reader to make a connection.
For instance, you are not going to like Ghosts on CBS if you don't like the premise. But a particular episode might interest you even though by nature it includes a premise you are not wild about. (The one where Hetty and Trevor hook up. And yes, I am using myself as an example. I am not a fan of ghosts as characters. But I got hooked by a couple of well-written episodes.)

And I wish this thread was more popular. I’d love to see more reactions.

Me too. It can be pretty intimidating to give feedback when there are so many amazing writers on here. I feel like a fraud offering suggestions to them.