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

@BrightShinyGirl and @MargotPayge - you two are to blame for this.

Sappho's Razor

the instrument glints under the halogen glare.
black and silver against the white foam
and the pale cinnamon of your skin

This is my favourite bit -
when the suds are pulled aside
and your slit shows clear, and proud,
and glistening.

you always flush while doing this
it took you months to relax enough
to be this intimate with me

I part myself, tease myself, hungering for you
as you open more of you for me

We never finish this fantasy;
you always stop
and come to me
and penetrate me
and leave me,
senseless,
screaming
your
name..
 
I was just doing it for fun at first, but I played around with an old long-form project today, and I think the last few weeks of writing 100-word stories has tightened up my prose style. It's like literary Kegel exercises.
Right! Each story is a little Yoni Egg unto itself.
Not sure what the male equivalent would be. A butt plug, maybe? No - the idea is to tighten it up not stretch it out.
 
For Margot and Wanda:

Kegel

“Is this critique or flirting?”

“I’m honestly not sure. You can’t spend this much time immersed in someone’s erotic fantasies without feeling something.”

I cup my hand to receive the jade egg directly from you—blood-warm, so slick, so smooth.

Quickly, I insert it before it cools. Your warmth becomes my warmth.

It’s more difficult than it looks—this process. I need to clench tight to hold the weight inside me.

100 repetitions exactly, no more, no less.

Then, smiling coyly, I deliver it back into your cupped palm—still warm, still slick, still smooth.

And the process repeats.
 
Uh, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but https://www.healthline.com/health/jade-egg

Of particular note:

What are the potential risks?​

Dr. Jen Gunter, an OB-GYN specializing in infectious diseases, cautions that inserting foreign objects into the vagina increases the risk of infection and toxic shock syndrome (TSS).
Jade is a semi-porous material, which means that bacteria can get in and stay in the toy — even after it’s cleaned.
Prolonged insertion also prevents your body’s natural secretions from properly draining.
“When you close off the vagina, you interfere with its self-cleaning ability,” says Chang. “[That] can cause unwanted materials and bacteria to accumulate.”
Sloane adds that natural stones can also chip. “Any rough spots or cracks in the egg could cause irritation, scratches or tears in the vaginal tissue.” Yikes.

Are there any eggs that aren’t porous?​

Although minerals like corundum, topaz, and quartz are less porous than jade, they’re still porous.
In other words, these materials still aren’t recommended for vaginal use.
Some companies sell glass yoni eggs. Glass is a body-safe, nonporous material, which makes these a somewhat safer alternative to traditional stone eggs.
 
Uh, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but https://www.healthline.com/health/jade-egg
I guess since this is a public forum, we need those reminders/disclaimers. I'd hate to think someone got inspired by our stories and hurt themselves. The Jade egg is just one product for this purpose. But the words look so great on the page and sound so great when read aloud, it is still an excellent metaphor.
 
I guess since this is a public forum, we need those reminders/disclaimers. I'd hate to think someone got inspired by our stories and hurt themselves. The Jade egg is just one product for this purpose. But the words look so great on the page and sound so great when read aloud, it is still an excellent metaphor.
It certainly is. 😊
 
I guess since this is a public forum, we need those reminders/disclaimers. I'd hate to think someone got inspired by our stories and hurt themselves. The Jade egg is just one product for this purpose. But the words look so great on the page and sound so great when read aloud, it is still an excellent metaphor.
Jade is also a much more attractive idea than a cold, clinical, mirror-finished stainless steel ball.

Or a speculum. ❄️

tbh, though, if I was tempted by anything it would be something more like this...


(sorry for the facebook link :/ )
 
I guess since this is a public forum, we need those reminders/disclaimers. I'd hate to think someone got inspired by our stories and hurt themselves. The Jade egg is just one product for this purpose. But the words look so great on the page and sound so great when read aloud, it is still an excellent metaphor.
To be honest the whole time I was writing it, a little voice in the back of my mind was whispering yeast infection” but I fell in love with the metaphor and couldn’t help myself.
 
On my Knees

Naked, ready.

I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it for for me.

I want to really savor your cock, to intimately catalog its manifold virtues.

The throb of your pulse beneath the silky skin—loose at first, then drum-taut as you rise. Such a gratifying autonomic response!

Its delicious heft as I press its warmth to my cheek—so brutal, yet so heartrendingly tender.

The darkening head, slippery as you start to leak.

Salty-sweet on my tongue, so intoxicatingly masculine.

Your hips jerk eagerly forward.

Soon.

Soon.

Do you want to cum on my tits?
 
Restrained

A conservative black dress, low heels.

Serious. Professional.

The interviewer asks me about my work habits, the sources of my inspiration.

I warily demur. Change the subject to my upcoming book tour.

30 minutes later, I’m cuffed and collared. Spreadeagled on the clean white sheets.

He asks me again where I get my ideas.

I arch my naked body off the bed, desperate for the vibe he’s holding just out of reach.

The ball gag muffles my response.

“You say you’re a dirty whore who likes to fuck?”

I nod frantically to the video camera.

The vibe descends.

Release.
 
"Donna! What a lovely surprise, to find you in my office."

"Hello, Josh. Guess what I found, under my desk, in my shoes, when I put them on without looking, for that meeting with the President?"

"Oh, geez, I'm sorry. I didn't mean---Let me clean it up for you."

"Yes, you will clean it up, every drop, with a wet wipe. And when you get home tonight, you will eat at the table. You will sleep in the bed."

"It was just a joke."

"Fuck your joke, Josh. I stood in the Oval Office with your cum between my toes!"
 
The Venus of Willendorf

As an archeologist I’m allowed linger after the museum closes.

Quietly, reverently, I strip off my clothes in front of her display case—blouse, skirt, underwear, everything.

I even kick off my sandals and muss my hair into a crude approximation of her head of curls.

The marble floor is cool on my bare feet.

Awed, I rest my hands on my full breasts, mirroring her posture.

Naked sisters, we face each other across a gulf of 30,000 years.

Fortunately, the security guard is a woman.

“It’s okay,” she says. “We’ve all thought about doing it.”
 
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Remember when I said we should do a thread about the Venus? Or one set in the stone age? Here is my contribution to both.

The Figurine

“I’ve been working on something.”

“What?”

“It’s for you, Helva.”

“It is me.” She smiled; my stomach fluttered.

“I made it from a bit of oolite the men brought back on their trading trip.”

“When they brought you?” She smiled and sympathetically caressed my cheek.

“It’s not quite done.”

“You’re the artist, Gretta, but it is already beautiful.”

“For a love spell to work, the two people must rub the pigment into it together.”

“And if it does work?”

“Then the two people are forevermore in love. Nothing will separate them.”

She smiled again and handed me the red ochre.
 
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Remember when I said we should do a thread about the Venus? Or one set in the stone age? Here is my contribution to both.

The Figurine

“I’ve been working on something.”

“What?”

“It’s for you, Helva.”

“It is me.” She smiled; my stomach fluttered.

“I made it from a bit of oolite the men brought back on their trading trip.”

“When they brought you?” She smiled and sympathetically caressed my cheek.

“It’s not quite done.”

“You’re the artist, Gretta, but it is already beautiful.”

“For a love spell to work, the two people must rub the pigment into it together.”

“And if it does work?”

“Then the two people are forevermore in love. Nothing will separate them.”

She smiled again and handed me the red ochre.
Omg I love it! I’ve already started tinkering with one about Cycladic figures and herms.
 
Cycladic Figures

A conspiracy of Classics grad students.

They invade the ancient Greek gallery. The girls strip naked while the guys stand guard.

Modern clothes piled on the benches—tee shirts and jeans, bras and panties.

Half-a-dozen giggling amazons, broad-shouldered and narrow-hipped, their young breasts sitting high on their outthrust chests.

They line up in front of the display case, fold their arms across their abdomens in the characteristic pose, close their eyes. and lift their chins.

The guys snap quick photos with their phones.

“Okay!” the ringleader announces. “Clothes on, girls! Next the boys get to do the herms!”
 
Lapdance

The only heels I have are my work pumps, so they’ll have to do.

He slouches in a kitchen chair in the middle of the living room, watches me stalk toward him, naked, predatory.

He rarely sees this side of me, doesn’t know I’ve been practicing in secret.

“Emily?”

I love the baffled tone in his voice as I straddle him, gyrating my hips.

My unshaved crotch hovers millimeters above the generous bulge in his pants.

I play with my tits for him.

“Do you want to fuck me?” I tease.

“God yes!”

“Maybe later … if you’re good.”
 
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