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

[BrightShinyGirl]

Jane

Contrary to the published account, he was naked when I met him, naked and beautiful—a perfect specimen of manhood.

I soon started going naked too. When my normal clothes proved impractical in the swelter of west Africa, I cast off my skirt and bloomers and followed his example.

We were so innocent at first—two naked children of God.

We both were surprised by his erection. But instinct proved to be an excellent teacher. I immodestly spread my legs for him, coaxed him into mounting me.

We coupled like animals.

A muddy river bank was our marriage bed.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Dedicated to Slickerz

Before her wedding night, a concerned mother has a serious talk with her inexperienced daughter.

"Your soon-to-be husband is a wonderful man, but I have some concerns about his Turkish background. If, during the night, he unexpectedly suggests trying something different, I want you to firmly decline, OK?"

"Yes, Mom."

The next day, the curious mother asks her daughter, "So, how did it go?"

"Well, I suppose it went fine. Just as you predicted, he did bring up the idea of trying something different, but I strongly opposed it."

"Excellent! And then?"

"He simply asked me, 'How are we going to have children, then?'"

The challenge is to hit 100 words exactly.

 

[MargotPayge]

Sometimes inspiration strikes from unexpected places.

Golf

The sun was a brilliant orb of warmth in the deep azure sky.

An elderly couple walked the cool greens of the golf-course.

“Harold, Why aren’t you keeping score?” she asked.

“Because I’m not anal-retentive, Karen.”

“But it’s golf,” she chided.

Harold shook his head in condescension and replied, “So? We play to better ourselves.”

“How do you know you’re getting better if you don’t count the strokes?”

"I’ll show you,” he replied.

Taking her hand, he led her down into a sand trap, spread out a blanket, hiked up her skirt, took out his wood, and made a hole-in-one.


[Edit: this could be tighter, but I wanted to get it up quickly. All puns absolutely intended.]

 

[visioneer]

Comments welcome. For those too young to get the title, "daisy dukes" are low-riding and short cut-off jeans popularized in the 1980s show "The Dukes of Hazard".


Daisy Dukes

What’s up with those daisy dukes?

Too far along to button the damn things. So what does she do? Just zips them halfway, ties on a halter top, and crawls barefooted into that goddamn flower bed to pluck and prune with her tits spilling and ass wiggling and belly bulging and fuck what the neighbors think.

She knows her game, knows what I wanna do. Tear ‘em off and and ravish her brains out then and there… but no — her belly. I gotta barely slip in and fuck her slow and easy.

Slow and easy. Bitch.

Damn those daisy dukes.

 

[Dak2]

As a Type A I was confused by the relief I felt when she described submission. "You're a text book example," she said softly.

"What.."

"Would happen?" She finished my question. "Not some porn fantasy of black latex and bull whips," she continued. "We'd be a team, but I'd resolve the disagreements."

Her fingers brushed my face. "We'll explore this together sweetie. All you have to do is give in to what you know you want."

She brought her lips to mine and held a long, tender kiss.

"Okay," I responded.

"We'll talk more after you finish cleaning the house."

 

[Dak2]

Lara and Camille, junior officers on the research starship, Beagle sat in a secluded booth in the officer's lounge. Lara passed a small disc to her friend.

"Cam.... you've got to see this. It's a Terean mating event...Tereans bond two males to a female. Females are aroused by witnessing the males physical and emotional bond for each other and the males can't fake it.. pheromones or something. The action switches to her and they go at it for hours..... it's fucking and beyond belief emotional. "

Lara, deeply, flushed and nearly panting added, "The cocks are phosphorescent; lucky Terean females"

 

[MargotPayge]

Lara and Camille, junior officers on the research starship, Beagle sat in a secluded booth in the officer's lounge. Lara passed a small disc to her friend.

"Cam.... you've got to see this. It's a Terean mating event...Tereans bond two males to a female. Females are aroused by witnessing the males physical and emotional bond for each other and the males can't fake it.. pheromones or something. The action switches to her and they go at it for hours..... it's fucking and beyond belief emotional. "

Lara, deeply, flushed and nearly panting added, "The cocks are phosphorescent; lucky Terean females"

I wish I could "love" & "ROFLMAO" at the same time. Funny and sexy. So hard to do.

 

[TimDEnchanter]

“Let me see,” she said, grabbing the phone.

I put my head on her shoulder and kissed her neck as I watched her replay the video file again and again.

My hairy belly, continuing down to my slightly curved and erect cock still wet from her juices ...

A closeup of her …

Impaling herself, riding, grinding …

Panning up her flat belly, past her perky breasts to her face ...

“That's a clear message that you're over him,” I said, as she tapped “send.”

“I guess.”

“Yeah, well, any guy who’d dump you is a moron.”

“Thanks, you're the best brother ever.”

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Puck & Oberon

She was nineteen—androgynous and athletic. He was 45—craggy and solid.

They stayed in character throughout their first night together. She crouched naked atop the dresser, toes curled around the edge like a little monkey, taunting and teasing him.

She entered his bed with one bold leap.

He entered her like her lord and master, pinning her obstreperous body underneath his bulk. His implacable cock soon brought her to heel, and her taunts turned to moans.

“Though she be but little, she is fierce,” he laughed.

“The king doth keep his revels here tonight,” she giggled.

 

[BIGDADDY90]

“The first day of college she smiled”
“Two things on her mind”
“Threesums and foreplay”
“Five classes a day shouldnt get in the way”
“Arrived back home by six PM”
“ Dorm room number Seven”
“Purple dildo having eight settings”
“ Watched, and masturbated to the bachelor season Nine”
“ Orgasamed knowing in her mind shes a Ten”
“ Layed her Beautiful head on the pillow by eleven”
“ Dreaming about a strong Man with twelve inches”
“ The date changes to the thirteenth “
“ Waking up to fourteen degrees and snow”
“ walking to class fifteen minutes early”

 

[TimDEnchanter]

The front desk, the ancient elevator, the room, the traffic on 5th Avenue, they were all the same.

Lady Nephthys was still in Ukkhotep’s coffin.

But cars were different, the bodegas different, and the street vendors.

A decade later we were different.

But different can be better.

We were remembering the past while changing it.

This time when we returned from MOMA we climbed into the small shower stall with its tiny blue and white tiles … together.

This time as warm Westchester water poured over our naked bodies we touched …

A different kind of family vacation, the first of many.

 

[MargotPayge]

“The first day of college she smiled”
“Two things on her mind”
“Threesums and foreplay”
“Five classes a day shouldnt get in the way”
“Arrived back home by six PM”
“ Dorm room number Seven”
“Purple dildo having eight settings”
“ Watched, and masturbated to the bachelor season Nine”
“ Orgasamed knowing in her mind shes a Ten”
“ Layed her Beautiful head on the pillow by eleven”
“ Dreaming about a strong Man with twelve inches”
“ The date changes to the thirteenth “
“ Waking up to fourteen degrees and snow”
“ walking to class fifteen minutes early”

I know you didn't ask for comments, but I love the idea so much. Conceptual stories, Counting, Acrostics, ABC songs, and changing the meaning by changing punctuation are all awesome and fair game, in my book.
But proofreading would have helped this a lot. I was distracted by the typos.

 

[BIGDADDY90]

I know you didn't ask for comments, but I love the idea so much. Conceptual stories, Counting, Acrostics, ABC songs, and changing the meaning by changing punctuation are all awesome and fair game, in my book.
But proofreading would have helped this a lot. I was distracted by the typos.

Margot,
Thank you very much !! I’m not the best with writing I’ve submitted several stories and they keep getting kicked back. I reached out to some writing helpers on here but no luck.

 

[MargotPayge]

I write in google docs. It can catch a lot of those typos and keep track of the word count. I know I've put a few things up here that were not quite ready in terms of: I was still going back and changing word order and finding synonyms etc. But having a public workshop is kind of why I started this thread.
If you still want comments, I can tell you where I would start with this:
Are the quotation marks a key element of this concept? Who are they quoting, If they aren't integral to f the concept, I'd drop them, they are distracting.
The next is just me, maybe. But If I were going to use the numbers, I would try to make them arrive at the same place in each line. I don't think it matters exactly where, but personally, I like the symmetry of it.
That's where having just 100 words starts to make it manageable.

 

[BIGDADDY90]

Thanks for the advice I’ll check out those options for sure. I started wanting to give up but you gave me hope. I wrote one that was approved if you would like to read it and tell me what you think. It’s called fun in a helicopter

 

[TimDEnchanter]

Eight years ago …

We sat in this hot tub.

Listened to the cars whizzing by on the freeway.

Heard the trucks’ Jake Brakes, the train horns.

Enjoyed the cool and the dark.

The lights of the skyscrapers downtown above the roofs.

The neat little frame houses.

Like this one we rented for the weekend.

As our parents had.

Eight years later we’re grown …

I’ve grown … hard and erect.

We were kids back then.

In swimsuits …

Tonight … I'm inside of her.

As she’s riding me, I’m making love to her perfect breasts.

Perfect, because my sister is perfect.

 

[NoTalentHack]

“Do you mind?”

Irritated. She points to my bag on her seat.

“Do you mind?”

Friendly. Four hours traveling together has softened her attitude. I help with her luggage.

“Do you mind?”

Desperate. A reservation snafu left one room available.

“Do you mind?”

Embarrassed. Her zipper’s stuck, but I’m able to get it open.

“Do you mind?”

Flirtatious. I turn away so she can finish undressing.

“Do you mind?”

Wicked. Whispering in my ear, hot breath on my neck, hand caressing my groin.

“Glad to help.”

Enamored. I kneel between her legs, cock hard, ready to render aid all night.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

100 Words Exactly

The prompt is my lover—stern and severe.

The page is our bed—a single white sheet.

I’m stretched naked upon it, totally at his mercy, totally exposed.

I yearn to catalog every nuance of my arousal: the arabesque of hair stuck to my neck, the precise jut of my nipples, the hairy extravagance of my crotch, the baroque contours of my labia.

Alas, I lack the words – my lover’s rules are too strict!

I arch my back, strain against his word count, ache for release.

But when he finally permits me my climax, ah, how sublime!

 

[TimDEnchanter]

The same name gracing both IDs.

Married three years we say as we rent the houseboat.

Dropping anchor at Dyweed Island the first night, just like years ago.

But no parents, no bunk beds …

No swimsuits as we cruise the Boundary, Rainy Lake.

Just a towel on the swivel seat as I eat my sweet Capn’.

New experiences, familiar places ... Doggie style while anchored on the American side at Loon Bay …

And missionary style bobbing on Saginaw Bay ...

Married three years we say.

It’s the truth in our hearts and in our souls.

Lying to others but never to ourselves.

 

[MargotPayge]

How I pace my stories.

He’s reading in bed next to me–masturbating.
God, I love to watch his hand slide up and down that luscious cock.
The words spur him on. My words. My scene. It’s a power different from our D/s games, a power I crave to extend over every reader.
He pants as he climbs closer.
I peek at the screen. No! He’s almost there and he’s still got more than half to read.
He closes his eyes and finishes with a harsh grunt.
He hands the computer back to me.
“So?” I ask. “Was it too short or too long?”
“Perfect.”

 

[Dak2]

She applies the clown white; thinks about perspective. This one's closely cropped. A larger canvas...larger she smirks.

Her steady hand completes the face; large lashed eyes on glans, one a lewd wink. Mouth below the crown -- a dash of red tounge protruding. Buttons, then shoe tips at the base.

A mute giggle as she thinks about his morning pee or the maid's face -- Housekeeping's mirth as the story spreads.

Everything reverses: blonde to brunette; purse, scarves, hat, flats: all for the cameras.

She exits with cash, cards, and phone, imagining his panic when his cock makes fervent eye contact.

 

[NoTalentHack]

She applies the clown white; thinks about perspective. This one's closely cropped. A larger canvas...larger she smirks.

Her steady hand completes the face; large lashed eyes on glans, one a lewd wink. Mouth below the crown -- a dash of red tounge protruding. Buttons, then shoe tips at the base.

A mute giggle as she thinks about his morning pee or the maid's face -- Housekeeping's mirth as the story spreads.

Everything reverses: blonde to brunette; purse, scarves, hat, flats: all for the cameras.

She exits with cash, cards, and phone, imagining his panic when his cock makes fervent eye contact.

The private life of Harley Quinn.

 

[onehitwanda]

forever

it was night, and the stars were bright
above us. I fumbled, nervous,
it was my first time
but not yours.
forever, you gasped, as I, inexperienced,
first had you, then let you have me.

we made a home of our somehow house
that we couldn't afford
(yet somehow did)
and time and plans came and went
dreams broken but not our love -
forever you often said,

and I'd repeat...
but you woke in pain
and the doctor was grave
and I felt the world
open beneath my feet
you said forever
but joy is dead now.
forever?
you lied.

 

[Pureotica]

Lara and Camille, junior officers on the research starship, Beagle sat in a secluded booth in the officer's lounge. Lara passed a small disc to her friend.

"Cam.... you've got to see this. It's a Terean mating event...Tereans bond two males to a female. Females are aroused by witnessing the males physical and emotional bond for each other and the males can't fake it.. pheromones or something. The action switches to her and they go at it for hours..... it's fucking and beyond belief emotional. "

Lara, deeply, flushed and nearly panting added, "The cocks are phosphorescent; lucky Terean females"

Reminds me of skin deep. Old John Ritter movie. It was forgettable as a whole, but had one of the funniest physical comedy scenes ever. If you google some combination of Skin Deep and Cock Fighting you can probably find it. Don't bother hunting down the film, but that clip is worth a google search. I almost broke a rib, laughing, the first time I saw it.

 

[luv2bfkd]

I’m in your lap in total bliss after cumming all over your cock for the fourth time, fifth time? I don’t know. Rational thinking is rather difficult at the moment.

You’re gently thrusting up into me with short deep strokes. Such a sensuous fucking.

Seeing the distant gleam in my eye ‘Oh yeah, it’s breeding time. You ready for my seed?’ I can only nod my approval.

Then I’m on my back, your weight upon me, your pubic bone grinding firmly against mine. Your hard cock so deep in my tummy.

A final coo in your ear. ‘Yes. Breed me…’