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

[NoTalentHack]

Comments welcome.

I’ve never seen her like this before. Such pain in her expression, in the ragged breaths and moans. The love of my life curses and groans as she is stretched almost beyond limits. She is drenched in sweat, aching to be done with the torment I have brought to her. Not forced upon her, though; she had insisted upon this.

Now she begs to be released from the agony. She was told of the pain, of its searing intensity; but to experience it? Unbearable.

A wailing cry splits the air. My wife's eyes are filled with wonder.

“It’s a girl!”

 

[MargotPayge]

Aaaww.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Straight Guys

Straight guys will do anything if they think it will get them laid—including stripping naked in front of you and making out with each other. Two straight cocks in one boy’s hand, being jerked together, leaking pre-cum together.

“Now suck each other,” I say imperiously.

And they do! That’s how bad they want me. Two straight boys down on the floor, curled on their sides, two hard-ons in two eager mouths, really going at it. They put on a great show.

I take off my panties to encourage them.

Maybe eventually I’ll let them fuck me. Maybe.

 

[MargotPayge]

Straight Guys

Straight guys will do anything if they think it will get them laid—including stripping naked in front of you and making out with each other. Two straight cocks in one boy’s hand, being jerked together, leaking pre-cum together.

“Now suck each other,” I say imperiously.

And they do! That’s how bad they want me. Two straight boys down on the floor, curled on their sides, two hard-ons in two eager mouths, really going at it. They put on a great show.

I take off my panties to encourage them.

Maybe eventually I’ll let them fuck me. Maybe.

It's like you are inside my head. This fantasy in some form, never fails to get me off.

 

[Biggalute]

I’m staring. You don’t seem to mind, in fact you know people stare and either don’t care or maybe you enjoy it.

Either way, I think it’s great. You’re expressing yourself and seem to be enjoying your boobs bouncing around freely as much as I’m enjoying staring at them. You look straight at me, I think to turn away and pretend, but your smile says ‘It’s ok.’

I wish everybody could be this confident and comfortable in their own skin.

Our bodies should be shown, enjoyed and celebrated.

Then I ask you, “Shall we go back into class now miss?”

 

[Biggalute]

A sunny afternoon in the park, everyone looks at you, even those who pretend not to.

Some of the men smile, others leer, all watching your tits bounce around and wondering if you have any knickers on beneath that very short skirt.

Some women smile but most have disapproving snouts. You smile happily back and even run to kick a stray football back to a group of young men. You miss your kick and they all laugh, shouting for you to bend over, pick it up and throw it.

You bend slowly, almost straight-legged. Now you have everyone’s attention.

 

[Biggalute]

Straight Guys

Straight guys will do anything if they think it will get them laid—including stripping naked in front of you and making out with each other. Two straight cocks in one boy’s hand, being jerked together, leaking pre-cum together.

“Now suck each other,” I say imperiously.

And they do! That’s how bad they want me. Two straight boys down on the floor, curled on their sides, two hard-ons in two eager mouths, really going at it. They put on a great show.

I take off my panties to encourage them.

Maybe eventually I’ll let them fuck me. Maybe.

I can definitely see this happening. Most fellas would stick their dicks in a door jamb if you told them to, although I don't think you could make that sound as erotic as you've made this.

 

[NoTalentHack]

Sharon cries, “Please, Mike! I don’t want a divorce!”

I shake my head in disbelief. “You fucked three other guys!”

She reaches for me, but I flinch away. “I’m sorry, babe. I’m so, so sorry. But money’s been so tight since I lost my job, and the kids were starving! I did what I had to to make sure they could eat.”

My eyes narrow. An accusing finger jabs the air. “Bullshit. That explains the butcher and the baker, but the candlestick maker?”

Sharon bites her lip, expression somewhere between guilt and reminiscence.

“Yeah, okay. That one was for me.”

 

[luv2bfkd]

It’s just past sunrise. I’m spread eagle in our bed, basking in my freshly fucked after glow. His fresh load of sperm trickles from deep in of my pussy, adding to my wet spot. After taking two loads last night, all of me is full of potent sperm. From my pussy to my fallopian tubes…full of sperm. I know as soon as I get up the results of our fucking will be streaming down my inner thighs. Oh well, off to work. Maybe I’ll be bow legged and some at work will recognize that I have been freshly fucked.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

High Windows

When I see a young couple in the park, I can’t help but picture them fucking.The casual way she leans her head on his shoulder, the utter ease of his hand in the back pocket of her jeans—I know they’re doing it, but how?

Does she ride him, arching her back, her wheat-colored hair spilling down over her shoulders? Or is he on top of her, his tight ass rising and falling in the ancient rhythm as he drives his thick cock into her fresh young cunt?

They nod to me as I pass, and I blush.

 

[MargotPayge]

I can’t help but picture them fucking.

I'm, glad I'm not the only one. LOL

 

[MargotPayge]

Comments welcome.

Awakening....

Eighteen.
Orientation weekend.
Our group leader was twenty-one, sporty, bubbly even; I couldn’t help but like her.

Later, on the quad, she reintroduced herself.
She noticed me!
My emotions rained in torrents; my sheltered life hadn’t prepared me.
Butterflies. Rainbows. Unicorns.

When we went back to her place, it seemed logical.
When we first kissed, it felt like I made the first move.
When my shirt hit the floor, she tenderly nursed on my breast.
She moved lower.
Jeans and panties followed.
Looking up, she said, “If you’ll let me, I’ll make you come with my tongue.”
I let her.

 

[Dak2]

Commuting to work by plane quickly becomes tedious if, even at the start, there is the novelty of hotels, decent restaurants and an expense account.

After two weeks I recognized an attractive, stylishly dressed woman repeat-boarding the Sunday flight. After four weeks we chatted and commiserated in the boarding gate area.

After more weeks we arranged to reserve a window and an aisle seat in the same row -- easily trading if the middle seat was occupied.

Then a flight she seemed restless; her hand finding mine across the seat. She fumbeled with her purse; handed me a note: "Fuck me".

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Kindred Spirit

Crisp summer suits, smart cocktail dresses—our guests sip drinks and make idle chitchat, politely ignoring the fact that I’m the only one naked. Occasionally I catch someone staring, their curious eyes sliding over my bare tits, my shaved pussy. I’m so juicy it’s running down the insides of my thighs.

She’s someone’s girlfriend. I’ve never met her before tonight. Tall, gawky, with an androgynous haircut.

“Can I join you?” She asks shyly.

As she strips off her clothes, it’s like a flower blooming. Her crotch is a lush tangle, her nipples are hard little points.

“Oh, wow!”

 

[NoTalentHack]

The bull fucks Ellen like an artist. He’s a consummate performer, dominating her and humiliating me, but always with a knowing wink. This is a game. A show. A fun time for all of us.

I’m a performer, too–a comedian–and I can appreciate someone who’s honed their craft: the time spent on his muscular physique, his sexual technique, his showmanship. He can give her something that I can’t. Except that I can; I’ve given him to her. Or her to him.

Oh god. I can’t help it; the words are out before I can stop them. “Take my wife, please.”

 

[MargotPayge]

I am trying to write something funny. I know I have a sense of humor. I just don't seem to be able to find it when I'm writing.

 

[NoTalentHack]

I am trying to write something funny. I know I have a sense of humor. I just don't seem to be able to find it when I'm writing.

I'm the opposite with these 100 word ones. It's easier to do a setup/punchline for me than anything else. But I think I'm actually going to take this one and turn it into a longer story, because I think there's some fun to be had there; more swapping/sharing than cuckolding, though.

 

[MargotPayge]

It might be the worst dad joke ever, but I couldn’t get the phrase out of my mind. And then I’d picture it and start laughing out loud. So, I put this in the category of so bad, it’s good. I still laugh when I read it. Now, with the kind permission (and encouragement) of Biggalute:

First Aid Certification Class at Station 53.

A sweat bead formed on her back and ran into her butt crack.
‘Texas is no place to lose the air.’ Mindy thought.
"I know it's hot, folks, but we're almost done," the EMT announced. "The final technique is misunderstood, but when done correctly, it can save a life. Partner up, and our nurse, Mindy, will help me demonstrate–Mindy, if you please."
Mindy lifted her skirt and bent over the desk.
“Be sure to open the gluteal cleft for maximum lingual penetration.” He knelt down, spread her cheeks, stuck his tongue out and proceeded to demonstrate the 'behind-lick' maneuver.

 

[Foolhen]

Big sister and boyfriend make sounds in the next room. Little sister listens. The bed creaks and there is a noise like someone slowly clapping their big hands. Also the sound of big sister gasping in rhythm with the hungry grunting of the boyfriend.

Earlier big sister instructed boyfriend to change in little sister’s room and there was an accident. Little sister saw a long stick of flesh with purple head escaping boyfriend’s underwear and she screamed, so big sister laughed. Now she connects what she saw with the nearby sounds as her finger tips explore her damp pubic hair.

 

[Foolhen]

She closed the door and entered the living room.
“How did it go?” he asked
“Well”, she said. Her face was flushed, hair disheveled. Two buttons on her blouse were undone and she wore no bra.
“Did he fulfill my request?”
“Yes. Would you like to see?”
He nodded. She undid the remaining buttons on her blouse. Her breasts had stayed firm through motherhood and her nipples were hard. The thick liquid had splattered over them and down her belly in large amounts. He squeezed one slippery cone in his hand as she shared the shameful taste in her mouth.

 

[Pureotica]

Always Faithful



Chastity Johnson's husband embodies dependability.

“Old faithful,” she calls him.

Clockwork predictability marks his work ethic. Smith, his department head, counts on it.

Monday through Thursday, lunch is eleven sharp: one-half hour on the dot, and always at Johnson’s desk.

Fridays only, his routine varies. Taking a full hour, he rushes home to Chastity and they make love.

Anticipating her midday trysts, Chastity always greets her lover at the door.

Sometimes, he asks, “Are you bored with me?”

She always answers, “Married twenty years. You thrill me more than ever.”

“Same time next week, then?”

“Wednesday, as always, Mr. Smith.”

 

[Pureotica]

Carnal Sins

Burt, the butcher, knows his customers.

He spots a former regular, eyeing a juicy Porterhouse with lust in his eyes.

“Hey, Pete. Been a while.”

“Yep. You know Madge, always pushin’ some fad diet. Hunnerd percent vegan this time.”

“Must get monotonous, eatin’ vegan all the time.”

“Not as bad as ya’ think. Madge bought a cookbook. We tried vegan ever’ which way. Vegan baked. Vegan broiled. Vegan grilled. Even vegan raw, ever’ Friday evenin’, for variety.”

“Still, yer back here. What’s the trouble, then?”

“You know how it is, Burt. No matter how ya’ cook ‘em, Vegans taste awful.”

 

[MargotPayge]

I saw it coming and I still laughed.

 

[Pureotica]

I read about this exercise in the writers forum and decided to take the challenge. Not counting the Title, I wrote a story in exactly 100 words.It was a scene I wasn't married to, so it was easy to cut, but hard to make it make sense and stay hot. Did I succeed?
Comment and/or post your own.

A Slave to Her Pussy

"Please Mistress. I need your pussy”
She beckoned him closer.
Crawling to the bed, he looked into her eyes as she whispered "You belong to me, Slave."
She smiled, pointed to her cunt and commanded, “Lick.”
His tongue found her creamy pearl, as he obeyed, intensifying each stroke, licking and licking, faster and faster, until finally, she threw her arms around his neck and shuddered, overcome with the pleasure of his obedience and the intensity of her orgasm.
Though he was her submissive, and she was his femdom, she was as much a slave to her pussy as he was.

This is a minor suggestion, and I defer to those more familiar with BDSM etiquette. Maybe shorten the terms in the last line to 'sub,' and 'domme.' The shortened terms might flow better. I like the last bit about her essentially being her own slave. It was a nice turn of the line.

 

[DeLaFaye]

Comments welcome


Liquor

Another filled as he quickly closes his pub.

“Liquor? I hardly know her!” I burst into giggles at my clever idiocy.

“Did you hear my—”

His lips are on mine as he pulls me with him, taking up the stool beside me. I free his cock while he yanks up my skirt. Thank Dionysus for footrests in bars! Whiskey-flavored kisses, rough grips, ardent grinding, thrusting hips, unrestrained grunts…

Another filled.

“Was it that bad?” I tease, drooping in his arms.

His gloriously wide tongue licks the entire side of my face. He actually does like my sense of humor.