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

[BrightShinyGirl]

Fieldwork

A dusty village in the Serengeti. We unlace our boots while the villagers gather—a dozen naked young women, their black skin gleaming in the noonday sun

Dr. Talbot strips and encourages me to do the same. Also naked, we join the swaying lines of dancers, our pale skin and blonde hair incongruous among their shaved heads and elaborate ear bangles

The women teach us their dance though—how to scuff our bare feet in the dirt, how to shake our tits and thrust our hips forward.

The men watch our sweaty bodies move.

Afterwards, they will fuck us.

 

[Sparky74]

Fieldwork

A dusty village in the Serengeti. We unlace our boots while the villagers gather—a dozen naked young women, their black skin gleaming in the noonday sun

Dr. Talbot strips and encourages me to do the same. Also naked, we join the swaying lines of dancers, our pale skin and blonde hair incongruous among their shaved heads and elaborate ear bangles

The women teach us their dance though—how to scuff our bare feet in the dirt, how to shake our tits and thrust our hips forward.

The men watch our sweaty bodies move.

Afterwards, they will fuck us.

Absolutely gorgeous descriptive words.

 

[NoTalentHack]

Good advice! My own traps are perception words and having characters “start” or “try” to do something instead of just doing it. ( I trained myself out of passive voice years ago.)

Passive is still the one I’m working on. “Is” and “was” just do so much lifting, though!

 

[NoTalentHack]

She was dressed when she answered the door. That was a good sign. She said, "Oh, hi, Robert, come in!"

That...wasn't.

"Jerry, Mom," I reminded her.

"You look just like your father. Well, you can come in too."

It was a good visit, though. She was mostly lucid until after dinner. Then she asked, "How'd you meet her, Robert?"

"Jerry. How'd I meet who?"

"Amanda. I know about her, you know. My mind's going but it's not gone yet."

Of course she knew about Amanda. "In college, Mom. Sophomore year, remember?"

"And how long have you been fucking her, Robert?"

LW senses… tingling.

 

[visioneer]

The Politics of Panties I

“Shit.”

“Whatsa matter?” He rolls over, yawning.

“Can’t find my panties.”

“Leave ‘em in the Uber?”

She snorts. “I wasn’t that drunk. Was I?”

“Let’s fuck.”

“Can’t.” She shimmies into her skirt sans panties. “Gotta run, get ready for work.”

“Maybe we can do it again… Ellen?”

“Yeah,” Ellen smiles, zipping her skirt. “Definitely, uh, um... Oh fuck.”

“Steve.”

“Steve,” Ellen says. “Call me. Bye.”

“You bet.”

The door slams. Steve feels under his pillow and retrieves Ellen’s panties. Cotton. Black. Skimpy French cut.

Perfect.

Cock leaking anticipation, Steve drinks Ellen’s scent, then slides her panties onto his legs.

 

[visioneer]

Something I've noticed after writing several 100 word micro fictions is that, when I have one more or less completed and the word count is 97, I find myself thinking "3 whole words left! I can fucking do ANYTHING with 3 words."

 

[MargotPayge]

The Politics of Panties I

“Shit.”

“Whatsa matter?” He rolls over, yawning.

“Can’t find my panties.”

“Leave ‘em in the Uber?”

She snorts. “I wasn’t that drunk. Was I?”

“Let’s fuck.”

“Can’t.” She shimmies into her skirt sans panties. “Gotta run, get ready for work.”

“Maybe we can do it again… Ellen?”

“Yeah,” Ellen smiles, zipping her skirt. “Definitely, uh, um... Oh fuck.”

“Steve.”

“Steve,” Ellen says. “Call me. Bye.”

“You bet.”

The door slams. Steve feels under his pillow and retrieves Ellen’s panties. Cotton. Black. Skimpy French cut.

Perfect.

Cock leaking anticipation, Steve drinks Ellen’s scent, then slides her panties onto his legs.

Wow. Well told. I love the conflict!

 

[visioneer]

Wow. Well told. I love the conflict!

Thank you. Without conflict -- tension -- there is no story. And even a micro fiction should tell a story.

 

[joy_of_cooking]

LW senses… tingling.

Wow, that was not where I was going but...
What do you say when your mom accuses you of cheating on her, because she's senile enough to mix you up with your father but lucid enough to notice the way you look at your wife?

I calmed her down. I convinced her I was her son, and Amanda was my wife. Then I got out of there before she sundowned any farther.

"You won't believe what Mom said today," I told Amanda when I got home.

"She call you Robert again?"

"Worse. She asked how long he'd been fooling around with you." I laughed.

Amanda froze.

I stopped laughing.

 

[NoTalentHack]

Wow, that was not where I was going but...
What do you say when your mom accuses you of cheating on her, because she's senile enough to mix you up with your father but lucid enough to notice the way you look at your wife?

I calmed her down. I convinced her I was her son, and Amanda was my wife. Then I got out of there before she sundowned any farther.

"You won't believe what Mom said today," I told Amanda when I got home.

"She call you Robert again?"

"Worse. She asked how long he'd been fooling around with you." I laughed.

Amanda froze.

I stopped laughing.

Now you HAVE to write this.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Commando

A filmy cotton sundress, short enough to show off my legs.

In the middle of the park I slip off my panties and tuck them in my purse,

No one can tell I’m not wearing underwear but I know.

The cool summer breeze feels delicious on my bare pussy. I just shaved this morning, so I’m smooth as silk down there.

“Are you okay?” you ask. “You have an odd expression all of a sudden.”

“I’m really wet. I feel like I’m walking around naked.”

“Whatever you do, don’t think about having me inside you.”

“You’re such a jerk!”

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

The Politics of Panties I

“Shit.”

“Whatsa matter?” He rolls over, yawning.

“Can’t find my panties.”

“Leave ‘em in the Uber?”

She snorts. “I wasn’t that drunk. Was I?”

“Let’s fuck.”

“Can’t.” She shimmies into her skirt sans panties. “Gotta run, get ready for work.”

“Maybe we can do it again… Ellen?”

“Yeah,” Ellen smiles, zipping her skirt. “Definitely, uh, um... Oh fuck.”

“Steve.”

“Steve,” Ellen says. “Call me. Bye.”

“You bet.”

The door slams. Steve feels under his pillow and retrieves Ellen’s panties. Cotton. Black. Skimpy French cut.

Perfect.

Cock leaking anticipation, Steve drinks Ellen’s scent, then slides her panties onto his legs.

You inspired me to write my own panty story.

 

[joy_of_cooking]

And you've inspired me to write a story about dirty secrets:

The stockings are our secret. My secret, originally, until we're about to leave. Then I lift my hem and wink and brush past him, fixing his astonishment in my mind to enjoy all the way there.

We sit quietly through the service. I am the picture of propriety in my ankle length dress and low heels. He keeps his hat in his lap and chooses not to receive Communion.

He insists we stay for coffee afterward. He tells people we're looking forward to a quiet afternoon at home.

"Oh, yes!" I nod eagerly.

I love when he uses the gag.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

And you've inspired me to write a story about dirty secrets:

The stockings are our secret. My secret, originally, until we're about to leave. Then I lift my hem and wink and brush past him, fixing his astonishment in my mind to enjoy all the way there.

We sit quietly through the service. I am the picture of propriety in my ankle length dress and low heels. He keeps his hat in his lap and chooses not to receive Communion.

He insists we stay for coffee afterward. He tells people we're looking forward to a quiet afternoon at home.

"Oh, yes!" I nod eagerly.

I love when he uses the gag.

That’s such a hot premise! I’m not religious, but I’m going to steal it for an entirely different scenario!

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Rebecca & Obadiah

She’s a modest, willowy girl dressed in simple homespun. He’s a sturdy young man with strong, ruddy hands and heavy black work boots.

When the elder calls their names. Rebecca blushes from her high collar to her tight-fitting bonnet.

The congregation sings them out into the fields with hymns of praise.

Naked as Eve, she lies on her back on the moist, black earth and spreads her legs for her bridegroom.

Already rampant, he mounts her.

His hips quickly settle into the ancient rhythm as he plows his fertile field.

Eagerly, she urges him on.

“Seed me.”

 

[joy_of_cooking]

That is indeed a entirely different scenario! XD

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

That is indeed an entirely different scenario! XD

Ha! That’s not what I have in mind for your premise. I was thinking more workplace flirting instead of church, but I haven’t written it yet.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Threesome

The fantasy: My friend Julia and I take turns fucking you.

The reality: The two of us discover our inner lesbians.

She’s laying flat on her back with her knees pulled up, offering her shaved pussy to me.

You watch from the sidelines as I squat over her, awkwardly attempting to rub my clit against hers.

First contact is frustrating, but mind-blowing—Intimate in a way I never thought possible

She stares up at me, amazed. “Oh my God, Em, you’re so wet!”

She is too. Moaning, I grind our open cunts together.

At least you get to watch.

 

[Devinter]

I gave it a shot but I think I picked a scene that was a little bit too simple. I'll try to challenge myself a bit more next time - Never done a challenge like this before. Very interesting concept. I'll skip the title because I don't think it's necessary.

"More lube", she pleaded. He obliged.
She whimpered as he pushed deeper.
"Not so loud. You'll wake our parents."
"S-Sorry.." she moaned.
Slowly but surely, he picked up speed.
His sister's bottom swallowed him greedily now. Happily.
"Fuuuuck.." She was trembling.
Her butt rippled as he slapped it.
She reached for her clit. "I'm cumming!"
As her body convulsed, it pushed him over the edge.
The deepest part of her filled with his seed.
They collapsed onto the bed together, and he kissed her.
The look on her face said it all.
"First time", he thought. "But not the last."

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

A good title does too much work not to be included in the count.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

“The Semiotics of Female Nudity”

The crowd is a mixture of grad students and senior scholars—familiar faces as well as strangers.

“My prior work focused on the reification of the female body,” I begin. “Under the hegemony of the male gaze, a naked woman is often reduced a mere aesthetic objet.”

I pause before slipping off my blouse.

“Nevertheless her raw physicality presents an ineluctable truth that can’t be denied.”

Pacing the stage, gradually shedding more clothes, I make my case.

Eventually, I stand naked before them—my erect nipples on display, my unruly bush, my eloquent cunt.

“QED.”

 

[MargotPayge]

A good title does too much work not to be included in the count.

Ah. But that's why I like free titles.
Even the strictest rules have to have some workaround. As long as it is an actual title and not actually part of the first sentence, which would be a clear cheat.

 

[NoTalentHack]

“This is dogshit, worm.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

"I bet your brother’s got a whole novella to satisfy me with, not this tiny little microfiction thing you call a story."

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Oh my god, is that participle dangling? What am I saying? Of course it is. All you can do is dangle.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Why are you wasting time on this? You know your stories will never be long enough, bold enough, commanding enough to satisfy me.“

“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Then show me. Use your mouth, slave.”

I lick my lips and begin. “Once upon a time…”

“Mmmm yesss!”

 

[joy_of_cooking]

The world needs more muse-as-dominatrix stories.

Is shameless self-promotion okay in this thread? https://literotica.com/s/tormented-by-my-muse-750-words

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

The world needs more muse-as-dominatrix stories.

Is shameless self-promotion okay in this thread? https://literotica.com/s/tormented-by-my-muse-750-words

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