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

[nice90sguy]

Time​

We danced at the prom. Afterwards, we lay on the dewy grass and talked. At midnight we kissed, but nothing more: We had time.

We met at the school gates. Our daughters were in the same class, but weren't friends. "Do you want to meet for coffee one day?" I asked, while we waited. "Sure," she said. But it never happened, we were just too busy.

I saw her in Portobello Market. She was buying tomatoes. "Jane?" I called. She turned and looked at me. It wasn't her.

Maybe she's emigrated, maybe she died. Maybe one day we’ll meet again.

 

[NoTalentHack]

I wanted to love her but didn’t. She didn’t want to love me, but did. We each knew the score, knew this game would have no winners. But we both played anyways.

We found solace where we could: support, camaraderie, friendship. Sometimes, I gave into physical need; she gladly added benefits to that friendship. She usually cried after she thought I had fallen asleep.

I’d wake to find a note on her pillow. “I can’t do this anymore.” She’d call in a few days with a tearful apology. I’d hate myself for selfishly accepting it. And the game went on.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

First Contact

Two starship captains, meeting to negotiate a truce. My counterpart is a ball of writhing tentacles. Tentatively she reaches out and brushes a feathery pseudopod against my cheek. Are you friend or foe?

Since we share no words, skin-to-skin contact becomes our common language. I shed my uniform to float naked with her. She unfurls to embrace me. Her mouth is warm and inviting. I surprise her with my tongue when we kiss—I have a tentacle too! Emboldened, she penetrates my pussy, my ass.

Deep inside each other, we moan in a shared orgasm.

Diplomatic relations established.

 

[DeLaFaye]

I wonder what it’s like to have never felt a true enough fear to fantasize about that of others. To never feel the need to keep your steely eyes locked on the floor because it can’t get enough of making you cry. To never clench your jaw because of the caresses it tries to steal. To never hold yourself too fiercely, trying to keep it away.

To never be disgusted because people give things like it platforms to be heard, sharing trivial insights, continuing and encouraging its degeneracy as it tries to capture its fantasy of fear.

I do wonder.

 

[Dak2]

I was a scholarship kid in a time of turmoil. Finessed a semester in England.

Scraped together the Icelandic Air fare; landed in Luxembourg via Rykavick. Fourtunately found the trains to Calais and slept on a station bench. Tired, disoriented and lonely, I crossed to Dover and London with a tube ride to Euston station. Finally, a ticket to the university town (a gracious Brit treated me to tea.)

I could hardly talk when I checked-in and got my room key from a fellow student. Later, when we were lovers, she said, "You have the eyes of an old soul."

 

[nice90sguy]

While walking the backstreets of Granada on our honeymoon, we passed a young lady. She smiled at me.

"One hundred Euros", she shouted.

"Did you hear that," laughed Anne after we passed her.

"Yeah," I said, unconsciously feeling my pockets for my wallet.

When Anne was shopping, I returned to the street, with €100 in my pocket.

The hooker stared at me. "Now, 200,", she said.

"Sorry, too much."

"300, or I tell your wife," she laughed.

I laughed too, but walked away quickly.

Later, in the hotel, before we fucked, Anne smiled and said, "500 Euros".

I didn't haggle.

 

[NC_Coastal]

We walked in silence as the heavy snowflakes covered the street. She sighed as we neared her apartment. The long day had come to an end, and the silence between us spoke volumes.
I'd planned to ask her to marry me, and I'd assumed she would say "yes." Instead, without uttering a word, she told me not to bother. The look in her eye as we paused at her entrance said the rest.
"Goodbye."
The door closed with a bang that jolted me out of my reverie.
"Whew."
I walked back onto the street. The snow had turned to rain.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Mom Friends

I’m down on all fours, face-to-face with you. When we met at preschool orientation years ago, I never imagined our friendship would lead to this: My husband vigorously plowing you from behind, while your husband does the same to me. Oh god he has a nice cock.

Our eyes lock—a strange moment of sisterhood.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” you murmur.

“So good,” I echo.

Tentatively, I lean forward and let my lips brush against yours—our first kiss.

You kiss me back. “Mmm … .”

Then: “Playdate, next Thursday?”

Orgasm building, I nod.

“Uh-huh. Thursday is great.”

 

[DeLaFaye]

Mom Friends

So you’re telling me, someone was able to find a mom that they get along with, their kids are the same age, the kids get along, and the moms want to fuck each other and their respective husbands? Talk about a unicorn….

 

[onehitwanda]

You stand there, hair plastered to your skin; a drowned cat, I once called you, in that long-ago time when I still loved you.

I can't imagine what it cost you to come here and ask for another go.
There was a time where that would have impressed me.
A younger, stupider me might even have forgiven you.

Oh, how foolish that would be.

I tighten my grip on her hand, and shift in closer to her.

Your face is pale; defeated, you turn away without another word.

The rain descends.

She raises her umbrella above us, then kisses me.

 

[MargotPayge]

So you’re telling me, someone was able to find a mom that they get along with, their kids are the same age, the kids get along, and the moms want to fuck each other and their respective husbands? Talk about a unicorn….

That's what's great about fantasy. Anything is possible!

 

[MargotPayge]

This one is really esoteric, maybe even more so than the one I wrote about the Nephilim.
I'm sorry. I can't help how inspiration strikes. And apparently, I've been in the mood to write mythology.

Hades, Dualism, and Gnosis

My God, I’m thirsty.
I paid the fare; crossed the river.
I’ve been walking, walking, walking.

I’m parched –dry.
Yet, I pass the spring where the Cypress grows.
I won’t forget and be forgotten.
I know.
I remember.

The guardians see me.
“Who are you? And from whence?”

I know what to say.
“Offspring of the earth. But you know as well as I, my true home is amongst the stars of heaven. Refresh me from these waters”

Mnemosyne emerges and hands me a cup.
I drink.
The heroes of old call to me, in loud boisterous voices.
I ascend.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Garden Party

“Someone’s going to see!” I hiss. “They’re right over there!”

“I don’t care if they do. I want you anyway.”

You pull me into the shrubbery, groping under my sundress, dragging my panties down.

I don’t even try to resist. I want you too.

Your fingers find my hard clit, and I lean back against you, let you masturbate me until I’m teetering on the edge of orgasm.

“Do you want my cock?”

“God yes!”

You unzip your fly, bend me over, hike my skirt up.

Later, back at the party, leaking cum, I can tell.

They know.

 

[MargotPayge]

As always, comments are welcome. I am never really sure if these work.

Spring Break Surprise

I had three lovers as a sophomore, all out of my league: legs for days, tits like a wet dream. Two were fellow students with flawless complexions, Ashley’s a rich mocha, but Jessica was pale. In afterglow, next to either one I would grow self-conscious of my freckles.

I didn’t realize they were sisters until Springbreak.

Stephanie a single mother, picked me up in a bar. Later, on her couch, we sixty-nined in the faint blue television light. As I tasted her fragrant heady musk, her daughters returned. Our eyes met. My jaw dropped. I had fucked mother and daughters.

 

[DeLaFaye]

As always, comments are welcome. I am never really sure if these work.

Spring Break Surprise

I had three lovers as a sophomore, all out of my league: legs for days, tits like a wet dream. Two were fellow students with flawless complexions, Ashley’s a rich mocha, but Jessica was pale. In afterglow, next to either one I would grow self-conscious of my freckles.

I didn’t realize they were sisters until Springbreak.

Stephanie a single mother, picked me up in a bar. Later, on her couch, we sixty-nined in the faint blue television light. As I tasted her fragrant heady musk, her daughters returned. Our eyes met. My jaw dropped. I had fucked mother and daughters.

Definitely works! And now my brain is frazzled quite likely for the rest of the afternoon. It's a good thing.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

As always, comments are welcome. I am never really sure if these work.

Spring Break Surprise

I had three lovers as a sophomore, all out of my league: legs for days, tits like a wet dream. Two were fellow students with flawless complexions, Ashley’s a rich mocha, but Jessica was pale. In afterglow, next to either one I would grow self-conscious of my freckles.

I didn’t realize they were sisters until Springbreak.

Stephanie a single mother, picked me up in a bar. Later, on her couch, we sixty-nined in the faint blue television light. As I tasted her fragrant heady musk, her daughters returned. Our eyes met. My jaw dropped. I had fucked mother and daughters.

I got confused by the logistics, I think because I assumed the “they” who were sisters were all 3 sophomore lovers.

Maybe just start with describing the 2 lovers who you didn’t realize were sisters because they looked so different. Then the kicker: You did their mom too!

And instead of your reaction at the end, I want Ashley’s and Jessica’s: “Mom!?”

I LOVE the scenario though. So deliciously perverse!

 

[MargotPayge]

I got confused by the logistics, I think because I assumed the “they” who were sisters were all 3 sophomore lovers.

Maybe just start with describing the 2 lovers who you didn’t realize were sisters because they looked so different. Then the kicker: You did their mom too!

And instead of your reaction at the end, I want Ashley’s and Jessica’s: “Mom!?”

I LOVE the scenario though. So deliciously perverse!

I tried to clear those up. I am not sure I did it in the most artful way though:
Springbreak Surprise
My sophomore year, two of my three lovers were fellow students. They had legs for days, tits like a wet dream, and flawless complexions, Ashley’s a rich mocha, but Jessica was pale.

In afterglow, next to either one I would get self-conscious about my freckles, ‘clearly out of my league.’

I didn’t realize they were sisters until Springbreak.

Stephanie a single mother, picked me up in a bar. Later, on her couch, we sixty-nined in the faint blue television light. As I tasted her fragrant heady musk, her daughters returned.

Startled, Stephanie sputtered from my pussy, "Ashley and Jessica."

“Mom!?”

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Taking the Lead

My assistant’s eyes widen when he sees the black leather leash lying atop the neatly packed work clothes in my suitcase.

“I didn’t know you had a dog.”

“I don’t,” I smile.

Clever boy, he figures it out.

Later that evening when I’m on my knees before him, he buckles the collar around my neck without me even having to ask.

I’m completely naked, helpless, at his mercy—exactly how I want to be.

He clips the leash to my collar, makes me lift my chin to make eye contact while I suck him off.

“Good girl.”

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Ganged

The switchblade adds a delicious frisson to the experience—the touch of cold steel against my bare skin.

They cut all my clothes off, leave me standing naked and trembling among the remains of my lovely suit.

Trembling not from fear, but anticipation. I know what’s coming next, and I want it bad. My pussy is so wet.

Pushed to my knees, made to suck their hard cocks.

Then, flat on my back, legs pulled apart, mounted.

He only lasts a few seconds before one of his buddies takes his place.

Afterwards, they take photos of my cum-filled cunt.

 

[NoTalentHack]

She twirled around the pole, false enthusiasm on her face. She could have chosen a gem for her stage name, Ruby or Jade or Sapphire. Perhaps a virtue: Faith, Charity, or even the popular-but-inaccurate Chastity. But looking out across the sea of half-seen faces, leering gazes that represented a new transmission for her car or books for school or just another chunk for her nest egg, the young woman knew she’d chosen well. She would have a future after this, unlike her mama. She’d make that future.

Hope danced for the faceless wallets, taking solace in the power of names.

 

[onehitwanda]

She twirled around the pole, false enthusiasm on her face. She could have chosen a gem for her stage name, Ruby or Jade or Sapphire. Perhaps a virtue: Faith, Charity, or even the popular-but-inaccurate Chastity. But looking out across the sea of half-seen faces, leering gazes that represented a new transmission for her car or books for school or just another chunk for her nest egg, the young woman knew she’d chosen well. She would have a future after this, unlike her mama. She’d make that future.

Hope danced for the faceless wallets, taking solace in the power of names.

wow. This is a long-format story. Come on!

 

[onehitwanda]

Too close for comfort

It's my old, foolish game once more - falling for faceless people at the other end of strings of letters.
Six degrees from a Nigerian prince.

But this time I'm... older.

Surely that makes all the difference? Surely this time around I can protect myself better?

Something shifts within me, deep in the dark places a blackness briefly chuckles. It knows I'm lying to myself.

The same old words, the same addiction.

A need to belong somewhere, no matter where that where may be.

People will come and go.

But the weight of isolation is real and will never go away.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Litany

Lying between my open legs, you recite an economium to my cunt, praising her unsurpassed wetness, her enticing aroma. I don’t so much hear your muffled words as feel them.

My lips eagerly part to receive yours, to welcome your eloquent tongue.

It’s a very old language, ancient beyond human reckoning. I reply in kind, letting my hips say what my mouth cannot.

The tip of your tongue flickers back and forth across my aching clit, pushing me higher and higher.

I arch my back, toes curling, conscious mind dissolving.

“Shh,” you say. “I’ve got you.”

And you do.

 

[onehitwanda]

Litany

Lying between my open legs, you recite an economium to my cunt, praising her unsurpassed wetness, her enticing aroma. I don’t so much hear your muffled words as feel them.

My lips eagerly part to receive yours, to welcome your eloquent tongue.

It’s a very old language, ancient beyond human reckoning. I reply in kind, letting my hips say what my mouth cannot.

The tip of your tongue flickers back and forth across my aching clit, pushing me higher and higher.

I arch my back, toes curling, conscious mind dissolving.

“Shh,” you say. “I’ve got you.”

And you do.

I felt this one.

 

[DeLaFaye]

Something shifts within me, deep in the dark places a blackness briefly chuckles. It knows I'm lying to myself.

I feel this one, hard. Oof.