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

[BrightShinyGirl]

Writing Erotica

Every story is a striptease. No matter what the tale seems to be about, it’s really about me—my secret lusts, my hidden kinks. Sentence by sentence, I expose myself to the reader. It’s scary being on display like this. I can feel you eying me impatiently. Get on with it already!

The trick is to show just enough to hold the reader’s interest without revealing the finale.

Maybe if I hint that I’m masturbating?

That I always touch myself when I write smut?

Maybe if admit that that’s why I do it?

The last veil falls.

Naked.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Fathers Day

“Do you want to do anything special to celebrate?”

He looks sheepish.

“Well …. Technically I’m not a dad yet.”

“Only a few more weeks. I think it’s allowed.”

“Do you have something in mind?”

I playfully rub the head of his erect cock against my pregnant belly, marking the taut skin with his precum.

“How about you fuck my brains out … daddy?”

We do it right on the floor of the kitchen—me down on all fours with my hair in my face, him desperately humping me like he did the night he knocked me up.

 

[luv2bfkd]

Straddling you I lean back, my legs spread wide, my pussy in your full view. I spread my labia, showing what I have for you, showing off my most feminine asset.

I tease you. ‘You like my little pussy? See how my clit is popping out. See the little opening where I take your cock inside me?’

‘See how wet I am?’

‘You want my little pussy? You want to be inside me, fucking me?

‘Soon, my love, soon. I’ll be riding you, sheathing you with my silky softness, squeezing you, caressing you, milking you, coating you with my wetness.

 

[luv2bfkd]

As the reception winds down Kari is anxious to retire to the bridal suite, anxious for the wedding night rituals awaiting her.

She has saved herself for her wedding night. Her panties are soaking with the anticipation of consummating the marriage. So excited that tonight she gets to surrender her virginity.

She’s so anxious to be penetrated, to have her new husband enter inside her, thrusting deep, claiming her virginity and making her a woman.

There will be no condoms. There will be no pulling out. She will be getting her virgin womb filled with potent sperm her first time.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Domesticated

I take off my clothes to roll out the piecrust.

Barefoot and naked—such a cliché!

But it’s definitely the right call because I wind up covered in flour—my hands, my saggy tits, my soft womanly belly, my bush. It’s everywhere.

My husband comes up behind me.

“What are you doing?”

“Makin’ pie.”

He kisses the back of my neck, lets his hands roam over my body, claiming me.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I exclaim, holding my flour-covered hands helplessly in front of me. “Watch out!”

He slides one hand down between my legs.

“Mmmm … you’re really wet.”

 

[luv2bfkd]

Meticulously he trimmed the edges, forming the little wedge that he finds so attractive. The labia smooth and bare, fully exposing the little slit between my legs.

His maintenance complete he mounts me for a test ride to assure everything is still in working order.

Wetness…excellent.

Penetration…excellent.

Tightness…excellent.

Deep thrusting penetration…excellent.

Ownability…very easy.

Ease of conquering…very easy.

Reaction to repeated deep fucking…cums all over cock again and again.

Sperm taking…very excellent.

Repeated fucking…excellent.

After a very thorough test ride he declares my little pussy fully functional and ready for frequent fucking.

 

[TimDEnchanter]

Completely selfish, taking for myself the very best that Venus has to offer.

Completely selfless, giving to her every single thing the one whom I love desires.

Never compromising, never being less than who I am, never settling for less …

Never wanting to be given what I do not deserve.

Laughing at the pathetic little baby-men who fear her strength and her resolve.

Her, looking with pity on those who wish to deceive.

Wrestling, rolling as one, neither surrendering ... Both on top, each one taking it all, and each one giving it all away.

My sister, my lover, my everything.

 

[luv2bfkd]

I’m on my back beneath you, your weight pinning me to the mattress, your powerful hips driving your hard cock deep inside me again and again.

It’s no longer about pleasing me. It’s all about you, your release as you fuck me with absolute authority.

I writhe beneath you. There is no escaping. So helpless, so vulnerable.

Your cock grows even harder. Your eruption is imminent.

I know I have no choice. You’re going to make me take your seed deep inside me.

The final deep thrust, the explosion, the throbbing, the warm gush flooding my pussy, my insemination.

Perfect…

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

The Crush

She’s so professional, so put-together. Everything about her is crisp and pristine, in contrast to my shambolic life. I don’t just want to fuck her, I want to be her.

Naked, she looks as amazing as she does fully clothed. Perfect skin, perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect everything.

Even her pussy is perfection—a tidy little cleft, jet black pubic hair razored to a precise strip.

Unsurprisingly, she tastes like honey.

Then, she admits she’s had a crush on me for years.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I gasp.

“I thought you were out of my league.”

 

[luv2bfkd]

Naked before the mirror I take in my feminine form. My breasts, my nipples jutting out hard and erect. Down, past my tummy, my neatly trimmed pubic patch just above my pussy.

My pussy. To the eye, nothing more than a little slit between my legs. All my girl parts neatly tucked inside me, out of view. Such a minimal view compared to a man’s package.

And men want it. I am made for providing a man’s sexual pleasures.

Such a delightful role.

The most rewarding part of pleasing a man…it entails that I get my brains fucked out.

 

[luv2bfkd]

Stepping out of my panties we stand naked before one another. I watch his gaze taking in my feminine form. My nipples hard, fully erect. Then down as he focuses on my pussy.

I watch the fascinating transformation of his manhood growing hard and erect, preparing for breeding me.

His desire for me sends a warm feminine feeling through me.

I’m acutely aware of my pussy, the moistening, as my mind subconsciously prepares my body to be penetrated, to be fucked, to be bred.

He moves closer, his warm breath on my neck, a hand brushes my hip.

‘Fuck me…’

 

[onehitwanda]

To my darling little girl.
I remember when I first held you to my breast.
I remember the first time you fell.
I remember your first concert.
I remember the first time your heart broke.
I remember when you phoned me to say you were getting married.

I feel so guilty.
I did my best -
I nearly made it.
But this is my last hurrah.

Don't cry, sweetheart - I regret nothing.
I would bear it all a million times again so long as I got to have you.
Remember me as I was,
Not how I am.
I love you.

 

[SoCalAshley]

In many ways, this Saturday was similar to the many Saturdays that preceded this one. I would always be nervous as I walked to the place we would meet. It was usually the same man. He had a stern voice, and there was no doubt that I would submit to his will. He never laid a hand on me, but the words he used humiliated me to shame. Today would be different. Today I would tell him that it is not wrong to do the things I did the previous week. Then I step inside the church, and nothing changes.

 

[MargotPayge]

In many ways, this Saturday was similar to the many Saturdays that preceded this one. I would always be nervous as I walked to the place we would meet. It was usually the same man. He had a stern voice, and there was no doubt that I would submit to his will. He never laid a hand on me, but the words he used humiliated me to shame. Today would be different. Today I would tell him that it is not wrong to do the things I did the previous week. Then I step inside the church, and nothing changes.

I've been meaning to write on this very topic. The tension between wanting to believe in the eternal and, in my case anyway, not truly believing at all. It's hard to put into words. When I can get as close as you have, I will post it.

 

[SoCalAshley]

I've been meaning to write on this very topic. The tension between wanting to believe in the eternal and, in my case anyway, not truly believing at all. It's hard to put into words. When I can get as close as you have, I will post it.

Catholic guilt has always been with me. I still believe there is an eternal being, but I no longer believe the Catholic Church's interpretation of that being

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

After the Seder

We reminisce about everywhere we’ve fucked since our first time on the hood of his red convertible—the dorm rooms, the hotel rooms, the blanket under the stars, the one time we did it in a restaurant bathroom.

Even with our middle-aged bodies, the passion is still there. He eagerly climbs between my spread legs, sighs in delight as he enters me. I’m so fucking wet and he’s so fucking hard.

He quickly settles into the familiar rhythm—taking me, pounding me, riding me.

When he shoots off, I smile up at him:

“Next year, in Jerusalem!”

 

[luv2bfkd]

It’s spring break. Kari and her two besties are back in their hotel after a day on the beach preparing for the evening out. The plan is to meet the three guys that they met earlier.

Kari has already decided she’s going to get laid tonight. After all, spring break for a college girl means a rambunctious week of being a fuck toy.

What to wear? Something that discretely suggests she can be had. Her ‘I big ’ t-shirt should do nicely. Beneath her little pleated mini skirt, string bikini panties with ‘Cum In Me’ emblazoned on the front.

 

[Milo_Grigsby]

Writing Erotica

Every story is a striptease. No matter what the tale seems to be about, it’s really about me—my secret lusts, my hidden kinks. Sentence by sentence, I expose myself to the reader. It’s scary being on display like this. I can feel you eying me impatiently. Get on with it already!

The trick is to show just enough to hold the reader’s interest without revealing the finale.

Maybe if I hint that I’m masturbating?

That I always touch myself when I write smut?

Maybe if admit that that’s why I do it?

The last veil falls.

Naked.

Not erotica, but here's my shot at this.

I watch her drift off to sleep in the gloaming, her pale breast rising and falling. Her feathery lashes fluttered. Was she waking? Should I do it now or wait till she wakes? Can I rob her of the choice? I’ve lived with this for so long. I’m tired of being alone. We love each other. I see her pulse in her neck. She’s so alive. I need someone to share life with. I’ll do it now. I bend to her neck, open my mouth to give her the eternal kiss. Her fly eyes open. The stake pierces my heart.​

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Skinny Dipping

The boys are showing off, scaling the cliff at the far side of the swimming hole—fingers and toes clutching the craggy rock, limp dicks flopping between their hairy thighs.

Marcee and I sit on the bank fully clothed, hugging our knees and watching.

Our friend Alyssa swims out to the boys. Fearlessly she hauls herself up onto the rock, water streaming from her naked body.

She calls across the water to Marcee and me:

“Come on you two! Don’t be boring!”

“I’m on my period!” Marcee shouts back.

“Me too!” I add. “We both are!”

We’re not.

 

[Biggalute]

Writing Erotica

Every story is a striptease. No matter what the tale seems to be about, it’s really about me—my secret lusts, my hidden kinks. Sentence by sentence, I expose myself to the reader. It’s scary being on display like this. I can feel you eying me impatiently. Get on with it already!

The trick is to show just enough to hold the reader’s interest without revealing the finale.

Maybe if I hint that I’m masturbating?

That I always touch myself when I write smut?

Maybe if admit that that’s why I do it?

The last veil falls.

Naked.

Loved this

 

[Biggalute]

Fathers Day

“Do you want to do anything special to celebrate?”

He looks sheepish.

“Well …. Technically I’m not a dad yet.”

“Only a few more weeks. I think it’s allowed.”

“Do you have something in mind?”

I playfully rub the head of his erect cock against my pregnant belly, marking the taut skin with his precum.

“How about you fuck my brains out … daddy?”

We do it right on the floor of the kitchen—me down on all fours with my hair in my face, him desperately humping me like he did the night he knocked me up.

I was born with a bruised face, I think my parents were fucking on the way to the hospital

 

[MargotPayge]

A good Christian woman in a good Christian marriage. Years together. Years of service to her church community: cleaning up after weddings, cooking for funerals, organizing meals following births, even delivering meals to the happy couple.
Helping folks through the ups and downs of life connected her to the eternal. It was her mission.
After her divorce, there were no meals delivered.
No service to mourn her marriage.
Not even a hand to hold.
We became inseparable one weekend during a women’s retreat in the Smoky Mountains. Friends, then lovers. The congregation still accepts our service. Why not our romance?

 

[Milo_Grigsby]

A good Christian woman in a good Christian marriage. Years together. Years of service to her church community: cleaning up after weddings, cooking for funerals, organizing meals following births, even delivering meals to the happy couple.
Helping folks through the ups and downs of life connected her to the eternal. It was her mission.
After her divorce, there were no meals delivered.
No service to mourn her marriage.
Not even a hand to hold.
We became inseparable one weekend during a women’s retreat in the Smoky Mountains. Friends, then lovers. The congregation still accepts our service. Why not our romance?

Wow, this hit with the force of a speeding truck. Brilliant (standing slow clap).

 

[NoTalentHack]

A good Christian woman in a good Christian marriage. Years together. Years of service to her church community: cleaning up after weddings, cooking for funerals, organizing meals following births, even delivering meals to the happy couple.
Helping folks through the ups and downs of life connected her to the eternal. It was her mission.
After her divorce, there were no meals delivered.
No service to mourn her marriage.
Not even a hand to hold.
We became inseparable one weekend during a women’s retreat in the Smoky Mountains. Friends, then lovers. The congregation still accepts our service. Why not our romance?

Absolutely fucking great.

 

[MargotPayge]

Absolutely fucking great.

I can’t take too much credit for that story, It is a conflation of 2 friends’ stories. Comparing the death of a marriage to the death of a spouse is from one friend’s life story. And in my denomination same-sex marriage is still very much forbidden, that is my other friend’s story.
Why they stay is also their story, but it would take more than 100 words to tell it.