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

[BrightShinyGirl]

Lit just published my first sonnet, and seeing it was so close to 100 words, I made a few adjustments and now I wish I had tried this earlier. I like this even better than the published version. It's funny how giving yourself such arbitrary rules can spark creativity. It's also funny that even after I put my work out there, I always want to change it. Does everyone feel like that? Comments welcome.

Swallowing

My lips and tongue caress the tender crown
Of his manhood, like a true wanton girl.
Desp’rately, he coerces my nightgown
Open, and finds my dewy, hidden pearl,
Which he delicately strokes. The pause is
Exquisite. Still, I continue my task
With pleasure, as my thirsty tongue causes
Thick liqueur to flow from his carnal flask.
The warm, salty sip of love’s full measure
Gushes down my throat. Thus, the naughty thrill
Of triumph, and the taste of his pleasure,
Reward my greedy tongue's prodigious skill.

This amorous nectar, this heady bliss,​

Is wine more potent than the sweetest kiss.​

Lovely! And there's even an Elizabethan tinge to your language! The gauntlet has been thrown--I haven't attempted a sonnet in years.

 

[MargotPayge]

Thank you. Mr. Thesaurus and Ms. rhyming dictionary are my best friends; they keep track of words and phrases archaic to us! And I lived with sonnets the entire time I was writing it. LOL
I am working on one more classic poetic form: a sestina. But it will be too long for this thread. When I finish that, I'll post some more of my 100 word ideas.
It's nice to have friends who don't look down on my penchant poetry and eroticism, whether explicit or more veiled. I really enjoy this thread. And getting feedback from people whose writing I respect, is its own reward.

 

[MargotPayge]

A bit of fun and a question for you all at the end, answers on a postcard to …..



THE DICK

“Why are you always touching your dick, scratching it, moving it?”

“It’s all evolution's fault. My arms are the perfect length for playing with my junk.”

“I don’t remember that bit in Darwin’s book.”

“It was in the first draft but because of Victorian morals it was decided to leave it out.”

“Umm. But really, why are men always at their dicks. Even walking down the street you see them scratching or flicking, it’s so uncouth.”

“You’re right, we are. Do you think it’s a new phenomenon? Did men in previous generations do it?”

“I don’t think so. Do You?”

I must have missed this one. I love that you managed to do it all in dialogue. And it is funny. kudos.

 

[Bisexguy70]

So in high school i was in a contest. To design a vehicle that would go the closest to 12 ft powered by a mousetrap. No more, no less. With clever use of legos mine would go EXACTLY 12 ft every time. Now if only they had given writing assignments like this in school, I believe i would have excelled in writing.
I applaud anybody who can write in a fashion that arouses deep sexual intrigue and lust in their mind. So much that it causes them to lose control of their body and forces one self to touch themselves. Or even to touch others. What a powerful talent! So much more then making a stupid car go only 12 ft.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

College Party

We met by the coolers on the back deck, danced for a while in the living room, then stumbled upstairs to find an empty bedroom. Next thing I knew, my panties were down around my ankles and he was on top of me.

People kept pausing by the open door to watch us fuck. Eventually we attracted a sizable crowd—over half a dozen people, male and female, strangers and friends.

I made eye contact with a blonde girl named Jill I knew from anthropology class.

“Nice … ,” she softly muttered as he shot off inside me.

 

[Biggalute]

I must have missed this one. I love that you managed to do it all in dialogue. And it is funny. kudos.

Thank you x

 

[Dak2]

Elevator

I notice my reflection in the elevator doors, diffused but clear enough.

The door opens on four and a contingent from sales troops onboard.

They must be headed for a conference room on seven.

I back to the wall to make room, but wish I could get off. Warm and claustrophobic.

We stop on five; more squeeze in. Lanky, beautiful Debbie, on the sales fast track, backs up to make more room. Her ass brushes against me.

I'm instantly hard and she has to feel it. I don't move. Dear God save me from HR.

She wiggles and smirks.

 

[Biggalute]

“I love every bit of you, your hair, your eyes, your smile, your body.”

“But which bit do you like the best?”

“I love the way you smile at me, the way you kiss me. I love the way you sleep cuddled into me, your leg thrown across me and your head on my shoulder, my hand on your bum.

I love the way you straddle me and tease my sex with your sex, the way you dangle your nipple into my mouth, inviting me to suck and bite.”

“But which is your favourite?”

“Your mind, I love your mind.”

 

[Biggalute]

I’m digging the foundations for our new extension, the hard manual work making me feel manly and virile.

You bring me tea. I take it and put it down, pulling you in and kissing you passionately.

With little encouragement you lower to your knees, freeing me and gorging on me. I want more.

I stand you up and turn you around, biting your neck as I undo your jeans, bending you over.

I thrust forward, pulling you back at the same time, making you gasp.

Three, four, five thrusts and I explode.

I should get my hands dirty more often.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Models

When Laura talked us into posing nude, we didn’t realize we’d be doing it together.

That’s how we found ourselves—five middle-aged moms—taking off our clothes in a studio in downtown L.A. The only one with any modeling experience was Laura herself.

After we stripped, we stood in a self-conscious little pack, regarding each other sheepishly, our hands splayed over over our tits and pussies—curvy and flat, shaved and natural.

The photographer—a lanky young woman with a blonde ponytail and a no-nonsense attitude—adjusted the lens of her camera.

“You can start masturbating whenever you’re ready.”

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

String Skirt

Bronze Age cosplay. The heavy braided belt rides low on my hips; the coarse fringe that hangs from it leaves little to the imagination. When I stoop to draw water from the lake, the crude strands separate, giving the men of my tribe fleeting glimpses of my bottom and my unshaved pussy.

I knew this when I crafted it—when I twisted and knotted the cord for the fringe. A heavy bronze disk representing the sun rests on my lower abdomen. My outfit advertises my womanhood, my fertility.

Later tonight my boyfriend will fuck me in our hut.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Working Him Over

He wants me so bad. I’ve been flirting with him for hours, leading him on, teasing him.

Now he’s flat on his back on the bed, naked, at my mercy. His cock is a quivering arc, leaking from the tip. I hover over him, mouth open, acting like I’m going to suck him, then backing off

Soon, I’m naked too. I kneel astride him. Allowing my wet pussy to lightly rest on the ridge of his cock.

There’s desperation in his eyes.

I love having this power over him.

“Please,” he whimpers.

“Beg for it,” I command.

 

[Biggalute]

Models

When Laura talked us into posing nude, we didn’t realize we’d be doing it together.

That’s how we found ourselves—five middle-aged moms—taking off our clothes in a studio in downtown L.A. The only one with any modeling experience was Laura herself.

After we stripped, we stood in a self-conscious little pack, regarding each other sheepishly, our hands splayed over over our tits and pussies—curvy and flat, shaved and natural.

The photographer—a lanky young woman with a blonde ponytail and a no-nonsense attitude—adjusted the lens of her camera.

“You can start masturbating whenever you’re ready.”

I love this, it just speaks to me as a story, my brain going off at tangents as to what happens next and how they each react x

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

I’m digging the foundations for our new extension, the hard manual work making me feel manly and virile.

You bring me tea. I take it and put it down, pulling you in and kissing you passionately.

With little encouragement you lower to your knees, freeing me and gorging on me. I want more.

I stand you up and turn you around, biting your neck as I undo your jeans, bending you over.

I thrust forward, pulling you back at the same time, making you gasp.

Three, four, five thrusts and I explode.

I should get my hands dirty more often.

Very erotic. It’s difficult to capture the appeal of a man being “manly” without writing him as a jerk. But this succeeds. I can feel your dirty hands on my hips.

 

[Biggalute]

Very erotic. It’s difficult to capture the appeal of a man being “manly” without writing him as a jerk. But this succeeds. I can feel your dirty hands on my hips.

Thank you x

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Marathon

She’s a head taller than me, with a runner’s build—long legs, lean flanks, tiny tits.

Naked in bed with her, I feel fat and dumpy, but my apprehension dissipates when she starts licking my pussy. Two fingers in my cunt, her skilled lips on my clit, she guides me through one orgasm after another.

I eat her out as well, marveling at her endurance. Her orgasms are more extravagant than mine—moaning, thrashing, toes curling.

Two hours later, a thin sheen of sweat covering her lanky body, she looks down at me between her skinny thighs and smiles.

 

[MargotPayge]

Comments welcome.
Lust for the Daughters of Men

His thrusts were granite hammers pounding into my frail body. I yearned for him, as he tore me apart. Face of an angel, body of a god, stamina of a stallion. His seed, when he finally spilled it, overflowed from my tiny pussy. That warm, wet trickle was the final straw. My orgasm was flint on flint, sparks ignited the tinder in my soul. I shivered again and again on his massive cock. No man had ever fucked me like this. No man ever could. As Samyaza departed, I could already feel my belly swell with his seed–the Nephilim.

 

[visioneer]

Comments welcome.
Lust for the Daughters of Men

His thrusts were granite hammers pounding into my frail body. I yearned for him, as he tore me apart. Face of an angel, body of a god, stamina of a stallion. His seed, when he finally spilled it, overflowed from my tiny pussy. That warm, wet trickle was the final straw. My orgasm was flint on flint, sparks ignited the tinder in my soul. I shivered again and again on his massive cock. No man had ever fucked me like this. No man ever could. As Samyaza departed, I could already feel my belly swell with his seed–the Nephilim.

Good micro. At the risk of nitpicking... I think "steel on flint" is what you need to get a spark.

 

[MargotPayge]

That is actually where I started. Maybe I overthought it. It's the stone age. I thought her mentioning steel might have been anachronistic. I don't really know what they carried around to make fire.

 

[MargotPayge]

Here's one that is set in a time I understand. I think. LOL comments still welcome.

Upstairs Neighbor

She’s whimpering again. Fuck. They've been at it every night since he got home. My upstairs neighbor is sweet and we talked daily about her man’s imminent return. She never mentioned his bedroom prowess.

More whimpering and moaning.

I guess I’m jealous. He’s masculine, and looks great in his uniform. The three of us would sometimes run into each other at the pool, she and I in our tiny bikinis, he with a bulge in his trunks. He’d flirt with me right in front of her.

So, I don’t feel too bad when I lick her pussy while he’s gone.

 

[Biggalute]

Not sure what this is, I woke up thinking about it this morning, worrying

Our medieval banquet, bawdy and debauched

You start to choke

I throw you across the table and lift your skirt up

Your fat, succulent ass quivers with each gulp and gasp for air

Shall I kiss it or fuck it, my choice

I pull your cheeks apart, your sphincter oozing as you weaken

I stick my tongue deep, deep into your dirty hole

You cough, splutter and straighten

A mad, wanton smile

A face of drool and vomitus

You kiss me violently, thanking me with your foul breath

“Thank you master, thank you for saving me with the

Behind-lick manoeuvre”

 

[Biggalute]

Here's one that is set in a time I understand. I think. LOL comments still welcome.

Upstairs Neighbor

She’s whimpering again. Fuck. They've been at it every night since he got home. My upstairs neighbor is sweet and we talked daily about her man’s imminent return. She never mentioned his bedroom prowess.

More whimpering and moaning.

I guess I’m jealous. He’s masculine, and looks great in his uniform. The three of us would sometimes run into each other at the pool, she and I in our tiny bikinis, he with a bulge in his trunks. He’d flirt with me right in front of her.

So, I don’t feel too bad when I lick her pussy while he’s gone.

Another story that sets my mind a-wondering, love it

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Swapped

My husband is fucking my best friend Julia on the couch while I ride hers down on the floor.

Having an unfamiliar cock inside me is nice, but what’s really getting me off is watching the two of them go at it. Ryan is like a wild man. He’s really pounding her. Julia’s knees are up around her ears, her feet flopping helplessly up in the air every time he rams his cock home.

She looks at me in amazement, and reaches out her hand so I can hold it.

When she cums, I feel it in my pussy.

 

[MargotPayge]

Cowboy

We wound up in a country bar. Line dancing. Pink Cowgirl hats. Cowgirl boots and sundresses. The whole scene.

3 tequilas gone, two more being delivered by the cute little waitress with the scarlet headband.

“They’re for you two, from the gentleman at the bar.”

We looked at each other. We really shouldn’t. We’re strangers, just in Houston for the night.

But three tequilas don’t care. We downed them and he walked over.

The ‘look.’

No words needed.

Tall, muscular, a thick crop of black hair like one of those little shaggy ponies.

So we rode him all night.

 

[MargotPayge]

Behind-lick manoeuvre”

I don't know whether to laugh or groan. I guess both. LOL