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

[MargotPayge]

Morning at the Kafka Household

“Honey, have you seen it?” He asked.
“Of course, I’ve seen it, babe. I used it last night.”
“No. I mean this morning,”
“Is that a hint?” A seductive smile coalesced on her face.
“No! I’m telling you, I can’t find it.”
“Don’t be silly, it couldn’t have just disappeared.” She was getting annoyed now.
“It was there when I went to sleep.”
“I remember.”
“So?” His question was filled with accusations.
“Don’t look at me. I don’t have it.”
“Can you look for me?”
“I guess. --This is ridicu…” She looked between her legs. “Babe, I found your penis.”

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Shot Put

The boy enters the circle and positions his feet with his toes touching the foul line.

His erection has a pronounced upward curve and is shiny with lube. The head is dark purple—the color of a ripe plum.

He strokes himself cautiously, edging closer and closer to ejaculation without crossing over.

Quickly, his trainer strips off her track suit. The rules permit the use of a visual aid.

The boy groans. His heavy balls tighten in his shaved sack. The semen traces a perfect arc through the air and spatters at her feet.

The crowd goes wild.

 

[MargotPayge]

Sunday Morning After Worship

There she is– I knew she’d be mine when I first saw her. I’m like that sometimes. I can tell when a girl is susceptible to my style of seduction.
Memories inundate me as I inch forward: She’s writhing beneath my tongue, her scent in my nostrils. She’s screaming in ecstasy, making her “O” face. She closes her eyes when she tastes me, her hot breath on my inner thigh, her tongue on my clit– My orgasm.

I’m in heat when I reach the front of the line and take her extended hand.

“Wonderful sermon, Pastor.”

She blushes and smiles.

[Edit oops. Google docs won't count the word after the em dash unless you put a space there. I went one word over, but I fixed it.]

 

[MargotPayge]

I asked my SO for a story idea, I thought he'd give me something very naughty and depraved, but instead, he asked me to write this. I think I'll blow him later tonight.

Hospice

They called in hospice a couple of days ago. Today, they let us know that her organs are shutting down. It’s hard to say goodbye, Mom.

She looks at Alex, my eldest. ‘Dad’s clone,’ she’d joke.

“Bill, you made it,” her dry, throaty voice cracks.

Alexander shifts nervously. It’s his first real experience with death; he was tiny when Dad passed. He looks at me for guidance. I’m no help. I don’t feel worldly or wise, just helpless.

After an eternity, he says, “I love you, Josie.”

A nod,

A weak smile.

She closes her eyes, sighs heavily, and passes.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

I asked my SO for a story idea, I thought he'd give me something very naughty and depraved, but instead, he asked me to write this. I think I'll blow him later tonight.

Hospice

They called in hospice a couple of days ago. Today, they let us know that her organs are shutting down. It’s hard to say goodbye, Mom.

She looks at Alex, my eldest. ‘Dad’s clone,’ she’d joke.

“Bill, you made it,” her dry, throaty voice cracks.

Alexander shifts nervously. It’s his first real experience with death; he was tiny when Dad passed. He looks at me for guidance. I’m no help. I don’t feel worldly or wise, just helpless.

After an eternity, he says, “I love you, Josie.”

A nod,

A weak smile.

She closes her eyes, sighs heavily, and passes.

I’m so, so sorry. A beautiful piece of writing though. She would be proud of you.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Penetration

If I were a boy I’d jerk off with you—two horny guys face to face in bed, stroking our hard cocks, rubbing their wet tips together.

But since I’m a girl I have to content myself with playing with my clit while you jerk off.

Don’t you think it looks like a little cock when I’m aroused? The way it pokes out between my pussy lips?

God, I want to fuck you so bad. I want to be inside you. I want to stick the tip of my clit into the slit at the end of your cock.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

En Pointe

She takes the stage, accepts the padded cuffs.

Invisible stagehands haul her up—arms stretched high overhead, tiptoes whispering against the floorboards, dancer’s body taut and trembling.

The virtuoso advances. With supreme assurance he places his hands on her: One on her hip to steady her, one between her legs with his index finger resting lightly on her erect clitoris.

She gives a small sigh, and the performance begins. He plays her like a musical instrument, walking her slowly up the scale of arousal, coaxing soft coos from her lips, then orgasmic moans.

Exquisite agony.

A standing ovation.

 

[NoTalentHack]

When your big tiddy goth girlfriend wants to fuck in a church at midnight, you make it happen.

Raven howled like a demon as I railed her on top of the altar. Naked to the waist, glorious alabaster tits bouncing in the moonlight, she came as hard as I’d ever seen. As I neared orgasm, she panted, “On me. Cum on me.” My dick sprang free, and with stroke after stroke, I painted her like the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

Red tongue flicked out across black lips to sample white cum. My beloved dark beauty wickedly purred, “Mmmm. Sacrilicious.”

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Team Meeting

“I always knew she was a slut.”

The women stand along one side of the conference room with their arms crossed, whispering among themselves. They’re all fully dressed.

I’m stark naked, stretched out on the table with my legs spread. I arch my back, presenting my wet pussy to them.

My male colleagues are fully dressed too, but they have their cocks out and are jerking off on me.

I flinch as the first spray of cum splatters on my upturned face. More follows, splashing on my tits, my tummy, my bush.

“Okay, back to work,” I sigh.

 

[DeLaFaye]

Can't Help Myself

“Look, I love that you’re always singing. Really, I do. But that just wasn’t—”

“Was it the song? It is still stuck in your head too, yes?”

“Yes, but that’s not—"

“I switched plum and pie. I thought it was quite clever.”

“It was clever, but—”

“Does your glistening pearl not enjoy being serenaded?”

“These fucking euphemisms! Javier, I was two seconds from cumming when you stopped to sing to my CLIT! You can’t get that kind of momentum back. Now I’m frustrated, horny, AND have that song stuck in my head! Why?!”

“I…

“Can’t help myself…”

 

[onehitwanda]

It was your birthday today -
we went to your special place.
I fed the ducks for you.

Ben and Margot are well; just
tired from being new parents.
Little Annie is such a gem.
You'd have liked her,
she has your eyes.

I've got a nice bottle
of our red.

I've made our favourite meal.
It doesn't taste as good
as it did when you made it for me
that first time.

I've hoarded the pills I need.
Enough to make sure of it.

I'm done.
Ben will be fine.

Getting sleepy now.

The wine is nice.

See you soon.

 

[Dak2]

Loose Ends

We walked away from each other early in our college years after she professed her mother wanted her a virgin. This private confidence contrasting with her public demeanor. In the Q&A following a human sexuality lecture, standing with a hand on my shoulder she asked, "Are threesomes normal?" Every eye turned to us, mainly me. She smiled.

Years later, end of term, working food service for reunions, I met her crossing the town green. She asked my room location.

She knocked and entered. Pixie cuteness; petite and shapely. Her sundress falling.

"My boyfriend is on the way."

 

[Dak2]

We'd met before pleasantly and at least for me, hopefully too. A small table in a wannabe specialty free trade coffee shop.

We chatted and laughed; took the other's cues and progressed to good natured flirting. I felt the warmth and pleasure of attraction. In this memory she will always be adorable. Our flirting became explicit; she drove us to her place after I agreed.

"Oh Fuck I want to see this," she said. Our hands made short work of my clothes.

"Jerk it for me." As she gently pushed me onto her couch. "Fucking jerk ... and come for me."

 

[DeLaFaye]

Mr. Fox

Warm summer evenings in front of the campfire. The frenzied flames almost tickling my bared flesh as the heat between me and the fire feed off one another until I’m almost there. Stopping just before.

I’ve stared into the flames too long. They’ve started staring back. He’s staring back now, curious, interested, aroused.

I start up again, watching him watching this time. His fiery tongue lapping as my tempo builds. If I get there, what then? If I don’t…

Beads of sweat are dripping, and not from the fire.

I blink.

And he’s here, his hands cooling.

“Mind if I…?”

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Mutual

“I know you do it,” she insists.

“Of course I do. But I’ve never done it with someone.”

Things start to get real when she takes her panties off. I’ve seen her naked lots of times, but never like this—never sitting right next to me. Never when I’m naked too.

“Show me how you do it,” she says.

“Like this. Two fingers right at top.”

“That is so hot.”

Watching her is hot too.

When we get close, we switch to touching each other.

Her head is on my shoulder when we cum, her leg hooked over mine.

 

[Dak2]

I took her in my arms. She'd returned from a run, sweaty and panting.

Carried her to our bed. Stripped her and kissed each ankle. Against her half-hearted protests, toyed with inner thighs and tasted her pussy. Maybe surprised her with my ardor (she's a writer and likes to be in control.)

A flat and slow tounging of her slit. Reveling in her scent, her flavor. Responding to her sound, mixing it up. A finger penetrates. Two fingers gently roll her nipple.

Thrusting against my tounge and face, she holds my head in place and moans, "You're a lovely perv."

 

[EmilyMiller]

Baptism

Heart fluttering. Breath quickening. Your hands on me. Caressing. Tickling! Unfamiliar sensations. Unbuttoning. Fingers trailing lines. Heart pounding. Unzipping. Wriggling down. Uncertainty. But wanting. Aching. Needing. Lips on mine. Your hand parts thighs. Touching tentatively. Stroking more confidently. Tongue circling my nipple. Sensations building. Pulling down. Exposing. Sharing. Shyness. But desire. You between my legs. Tongue touching. Gasping. Arching. Writhing. New feelings. Strong feelings. Your turn. Peeling off. Unbuttoning. Pulling down. Releasing. Seeing it. Touching it. Tasting it. Lying back again. Spreading. Scared. But ready. Opening. Receiving. Welcoming. Deeper. Oh deeper! Holding tight. Happy tears. Pulling you slowly into me.

 

[DeLaFaye]

It's Better This Way

That new sex smell is starting to fade. The one that comes after that nervous energy of unfamiliar touches and freshly acquainted parts.

But it doesn’t matter. There’s something else that’s new. I don’t know what it is. It’s new…

“Love isn’t transactional!” He’s such an optimist.

“Psh!” I keep finding new reasons to hate my damage.

It’s not about me anymore. Well, it is. I’m too damaged for him. My call, not his. Though he disagrees.

At least the new meds give me enough clarity to let go before he hates me.

Maybe that’s what this newness is. Lucidity.

 

[Foolhen]

Hippie Tomboy


Square face more handsome than pretty with cropped brown hair
but petite,
rather short,
rather thin,
small breasts but not tiny
and little nipples that get hard.

Bellow the narrow waist her
boyish bottom bulges
and there are two Venus dimples on her lower back.

Her sacred spot
from the front just a small triangle of dark hair,
the beginning of a crease where flesh folds in,
and betrays nothing.

But from the back
as he bends her over the futon
and parts her legs,
the soft purse opens
to show two little pink wings,
sticky and primordial.

 

[MargotPayge]

I love it. You don't have to count the title, it's free. "Venus dimples" Is that what they are called? I've never heard that before. "Soft purse" also never heard it, but I love it. I love to see metaphors I am unacquainted with.

 

[Foolhen]

Long Distance Relationship

She was slumped on the couch in the old sweat pants she would wear on the plane. They had one hour left and she wanted more sex. He was exhausted, but thought of how badly she wanted it and got an idea. He pulled off her pants and looked at the hungry, sodden flesh between her legs that had a mind of its own.

“While we are apart…” he said, “I want you to get laid.”

As he imagined it, he became very hard again.

She gave him a funny look, turned over, and he mounted her like a beast.

 

[MargotPayge]

Note: I would love feedback on this. I want to make a series for publishing later.

The Beginning…

The command–.
The event–.
Then– awestruck silence.
Michael, captain of the host, broke the stillness. “Brilliant,” he whispered.
“Thanks. I’ve dreamed up some real attention grabbers this go-round.”
‘This go-round?’ Michael wondered, ‘He’s done this before?’
“Well,” Michael replied, “we’re all eager to see what’s next.”
It hadn’t yet occurred to Michael that, in his entire existence, he’d never ‘seen’ anything. Yet, when this new thing appeared, he instantly sensed it.
The Creator was a genius that way, fashioning sensory organs to perceive something that hadn’t even existed until this moment.
“What did you call it again?” asked Michael.
“Light.”

 

[DeLaFaye]

Note: I would love feedback on this. I want to make a series for publishing later.

Loving the concept, very much want to read more!

How you execute the command and the event leaves me feeling a bit deflated when I start it though. By the end I'm in for it, you got me. So given the 100 words, it may not matter. But if I had to critique something, it just...idk, maybe just capitalize the words command and event, drop the dash, but then I'm not sure about punctuation after that.
The COMMAND*
The EVENT*
Then... awestruck silence.

If this isn't the kind of feedback you're looking for, feel free to tell me to go suck a duck, but that's my initial impressions.

Again, very much want to read more!

 

[MargotPayge]

Exactly the kind of feedback I was looking for.
I know what I want to feel at the end of the first three images. And in MY head, it works. But how do I get the reader to feel the sense of WTF just happened? It was what I was trying to do with the dashes. make the reader slow down. Even stop.
But I don't want it to feel like a letdown. It needs to arouse curiosity. WTF just happened? What the entire host was feeling.

 

[DeLaFaye]

Exactly the kind of feedback I was looking for.
I know what I want to feel at the end of the first three images. And in MY head, it works. But how do I get the reader to feel the sense of WTF just happened? It was what I was trying to do with the dashes. make the reader slow down. Even stop.
But I don't want it to feel like a letdown. It needs to arouse curiosity. WTF just happened? What the entire host was feeling.

Then I definitely think your dashes work well and are certainly effective. I might suggest:
Then... awestruck silence

Unless your intent is to have that third image appear as ordered and executed as the first two. And just for formatting maybe add a line between that third image and Michael, Captain of the... I 'think' that'll get you your pause. I know my first read I definitely had that 'what?' going on. Very good execution of eliciting a particular emotion. I don't think there's any letdown, but I'm sensing an almost nervous hesitancy from Michael, which is why I want more!