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

[joy_of_cooking]

A thousand nights I spent pressed against her hot skin, enveloped in her sulfurous scent, before I said, "I love you."

She laughed at me. "Of course you do."

I winced. "It's okay. I know you don't feel the same."

She laughed at me again, this time bitterly. "Of course I do."

"You do?"

"Passionately, helplessly, hopelessly. Every time. We are, after all, the legions of the damned. Eternal torment, all that jazz."

"I thought we were talking about love."

"What part of eternal do you not understand?" she growled. "Love is the only torture that keeps working that long."

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Know Your Reader

I imagine her reading this naked, her pale body illuminated by the soft glow of the screen.

My head is between her open legs, my face inches from her fragrant pussy.

Is this wetness my doing?

Each word I write is a tiny lick. Coaxing. Teasing.

Aroused myself, I become bolder. I press forward, allow my tongue to become more extravagant, more eloquent, rhapsodizing on the intimate particulars of her tender labia, the furtive charm of her clitoris. And her taste! My god!

Looking down, she meets my eye, and raises one eyebrow.

“Know”?

I nod.

“Biblically.”

 

[Bisexguy70]

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but you guys paint a vivid one in a tenth of that.( 1/10). See im much better at math then writing. Even still my hats off to this exercise. Ive read a lot of these and most get my dick hard. Thats the idea right? I wonder if any of you authors find yourself masturbating or seek sexual gratification after you finish? Like a painter who steps back and admires the colored canvas that was previously blank. With this you dont hear about the long drive to the house, or the back story. Fabulous!! It gets to the point of dripping pussies, hard cocks and mind bending sensuality and acts of human pleasure.
Just a touch over 100 words there.

 

[MargotPayge]

Author’s note: This is why you do not ever under any circumstance whatsoever allow Margot to participate in 420 Fridays!

The Schlitz Sisters' Soliloquy

Sara Schlitz likes slits, Sally Schlitz likes schlongs.

Sara sings songs. Sally Slings Schlongs.

Since schlongs are wrong for Sara Schlitz, Sara shrewdly snacks on slits.

As a slit-licking singer of songs, she seldom sings songs of schlong slinging.

As a schlong-slinging swinger slut, Sally’s slit is seldom shut.

She’s a slutty schlong stealing swinger. So, Sally Schlitz seldom sees a shrinking schlong. Still, shrinking schlongs seldom see Sally’s sopping slit.

So she started a schlong slinging shop, “Sally’s Shaft Shack”.

As the sole slut slowly sucked schlongs, Sally Schlitz’s sister Sara started singing slow soul songs of schlong slinging.

 

[MargotPayge]

“Biblically.”

I LOVE this ending.

 

[MargotPayge]

"What part of eternal do you not understand?" she growled. "Love is the only torture that keeps working that long."

WOW!

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

A thousand nights I spent pressed against her hot skin, enveloped in her sulfurous scent, before I said, "I love you."

She laughed at me. "Of course you do."

I winced. "It's okay. I know you don't feel the same."

She laughed at me again, this time bitterly. "Of course I do."

"You do?"

"Passionately, helplessly, hopelessly. Every time. We are, after all, the legions of the damned. Eternal torment, all that jazz."

"I thought we were talking about love."

"What part of eternal do you not understand?" she growled. "Love is the only torture that keeps working that long."

The more I keep thinking about this one, the better it gets.

 

[joy_of_cooking]

Author’s note: This is why you do not ever under any circumstance whatsoever allow Margot to participate in 420 Fridays!

The Schlitz Sisters' Soliloquy

Sara Schlitz likes slits, Sally Schlitz likes schlongs.

Sara sings songs. Sally Slings Schlongs.

Since schlongs are wrong for Sara Schlitz, Sara shrewdly snacks on slits.

As a slit-licking singer of songs, she seldom sings songs of schlong slinging.

As a schlong-slinging swinger slut, Sally’s slit is seldom shut.

She’s a slutty schlong stealing swinger. So, Sally Schlitz seldom sees a shrinking schlong. Still, shrinking schlongs seldom see Sally’s sopping slit.

So she started a schlong slinging shop, “Sally’s Shaft Shack”.

As the sole slut slowly sucked schlongs, Sally Schlitz’s sister Sara started singing slow soul songs of schlong slinging.

"What?"

"Uh. Nothing. Sorry, I wasn't talking to you."

"You were just sitting there mumbling to yourself?"

"...Yeah."

"Oookay then." (puts on headphones)

Thanks a lot, @MargotPayge !

 

[joy_of_cooking]

"What?"

"Uh. Nothing. Sorry, I wasn't talking to you."

"You were just sitting there mumbling to yourself?"

"...Yeah."

"Oookay then." (puts on headphones)

Thanks a lot, @MargotPayge !

I read her the tongue twister. She laughed too.

 

[TimDEnchanter]

The DUKW was still there. We had to ride it.

Past the playhouse… Across the bridge, through town…

Into the river, the harbor… Then back.

Fifteen years later it was sweet, not annoying.

Having my sister’s sandals on my lap.

Fine fillets and Manhattans at the white clapboard restaurant.

Not burgers and Cokes at the drugstore lunch counter.

The bookstore… Art galleries… Rainbow flags…

Even the 1950’s style roadside hotel… All still there.

We had to stay…

Had to swim in the same pool under the same pine trees.

It was the same room…

But only one bed, and no pajamas.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Drummed Out

I stand at attention on the parade ground as the colonel circles me, her upper lip curling with contempt.

“There’s no place for women like you in the modern army.”

“No ma’am, I expect not.”

Swiftly she strips off my dress uniform—decorations, peaked cap, blouse, trousers, everything.

Even my underwear.

Barefoot and naked before my comrades, nipples rudely erect, quivering with shame.

Suddenly her hand goes to my exposed crotch.

She slips one finger inside my wet pussy.

“Are you enjoying this, soldier?”

I nod, appalled.

“Yes ma’am, I am.”

“Get out of my sight, you whore.”

 

[TimDEnchanter]

History writ large and small.

U. S. Grant’s hotel and kitschy little shops.

Cool breezes, fall colors, arts and craft booths on Main Street.

Biergarten tents we didn’t visit all those years before.

But the ristorante and its brick patio were the same.

So were the steep hills…

The steps where streets might have been.

The bed and breakfast that we’d stayed at when we were kids.

Where we would stay this night.

But halfway up the hill… As the sun was setting…

We wrote history’s newest chapter.

My hands in my sister’s back pockets…

Our lips locked and tongues dancing.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Smart Girl

Our first date is a string quartet at the Getty.

We talk for hours afterwards, looking out over the lights of the city. You tell me about the screenplay you’re working on. I tell you about my novel.

Later, back at my messy apartment, I’m the one who makes the first move.

You’re so adorably awkward.

“I didn’t think you were that kind of girl,” you stutter.

Jokes on you. I’m exactly that kind of girl.

Our clothes seem to melt away.

Naked, riding you like an Amazon, I teach you I’m clever in ways you never imagined.

 

[joy_of_cooking]

Jokes on you. I’m exactly that kind of girl.

Love this line

 

[joy_of_cooking]

(With apologies for any inaccuracies in the dialect. I'm not a native speaker.)

So there I am, Alpha Delt, P-set done, reading done, laundry done.

This chick, she's not subtle. She wants a big black dick. It's cool.

We go to her place. She's very vocal. I'm balls deep when I hear him. I open the closet.

Motherfucker came on me.

What do you think I did? Told them they were some sick fucks and got out of there.

No, they didn't say shit. What were they gonna say?

I've showered twice and I can still feel it on my leg. Gonna get tested. Fuck me if I get knee herpes from this.

 

[joy_of_cooking]

Hmm, toying with

So there I am, P-set done, reading done, laundry done. Party time.

I feel like "Alpha Delt" more strongly signals an undergrad at a frat party on a US college campus, but "party time" flows better and is less confusing to readers elsewhere. Shrug.

 

[NoTalentHack]

Linh wanted to give raceplay a try. Just another tool for when she wanted to indulge her humiliation kink, right?

Yeah, sure.

I love my wife, and I wanted to indulge her. Almost immediately, though, I got tongue-tied, sounding like a third grader trying their first curse words. Now, not only did I feel discomfort from the taboo vulgarities, echoes of my public speaking nightmares bounced in my head. I was even naked!

She tried to keep a straight face but finally giggled, “Rutabaga! I’m sorry, babe, that was too painful even for me. How about a nice caning instead?”

 

[dasgoodshit]

Her need was great.

His was greater.

Lustful eyes and pert lips begged him to go for it.

He did.

They couldn’t get their clothes off fast enough.

Licking her slit, he savored her juices.

Eyeing his manhood, she couldn’t resist tasting him.

Such power in holding that delicate appendage in her mouth.

So hard.

So comforting.

Laying back, she waited for him to pleasure himself with her body.

She didn’t wait long.

He speared her; connected at last, they moaned blissfully.

His thrusting was frantic and full of need.

Her body tensed, then he filled her with his seed.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Strap-on

I’m fully dressed.

He’s stark naked.

After he’s tied to the table, I have him suck it so he’s knows who’s in charge, then circle around to admire his semi-erect dick hanging down, his shaved balls.

Tearfully, he pleads with me.

I laugh as finger-fuck his asshole to loosen him up.

“Are you my little fuck girl?”

He nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

Penetration.

He’s crying for real now, from the pain and humiliation, but his dick is rock hard.

I reach under the table and start jerking him.

“Come for me, bitch,” I growl.

Cum splatters on the linoleum.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Working Breakfast

Three sharp raps on the door of my hotel room.

I greet him wearing nothing but my burgundy silk robe. This is the first time he’s seen me in anything other than my work clothes, and the confused look that crosses his face is glorious.

“Um … I was hoping we could review the pitch before we head over to the client’s office … but I can wait in the lobby.”

My robe hits the floor.

“Why don’t you come in and show me what you’ve got.”

We make it to the meeting with five minutes to spare.

 

[MargotPayge]

Bisexual Cosplay and Cookie Night.

The gooey, sticky lava flow Mistress rubbed across Leonardo’s hard cock was too hot for comfort but too cool to blister.

She arched her eyebrows in imperious expectation.

Donatello slowly knelt to lick the chocolate cookie morsels from the massive green organ.

Mmmm. Fresh. Chocolate Chip.

Reptilian grunts echoed through the kitchen.

Mistress stroked her pussy. She was glowing.

Her strawberry bush radiated a raw naked sensuality.

Her flaming pink nipples crinkled, aching.

Leonardo was getting close.

“Please, Mistress. May I?”

She nodded her head and wondered what turtle cream tasted like as he pumped it into Donatello’s eager mouth.

 

[joy_of_cooking]

wondered what turtle cream tasted like as he pumped it into Donatello’s eager mouth.

What did I just read? I searched "turtle cream" and got a face lotion.

Welp. Here goes nothing.

(Note: no actual scat play is depicted in the following content)

"Did my little boy want a taste of my Turtle Cream?" She hefted the pastry bag threateningly, its creamy white contents stark against her black catsuit.

"Please, I only wanted a dab for my wrists."

"Why stint yourself? Have it all."

"It's probably mostly mineral oil. I'll have the shits for days."

"Good. You'll have some quiet time to reflect on the importance of property rights."

"You've made your point. Never again, I swear."

"I don't believe you...yet. Open up, little boy. Or shall I get the ring gag?"

Eyes tearing up and cock fully erect, he opened his mouth.

 

[NoTalentHack]

What did I just read? I searched "turtle cream" and got a face lotion.

It was 100 word Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles smut. Hat’s off.

 

[MargotPayge]

Author's note: no turtles were harmed in the writing of this hundo.

Turtle Cream

“Whatcha makin’?”

“Turtle cream.”

“Mmmm. I love your turtle cream. Will there be enough?”

“If there isn’t, there’s plenty more where that came from,” April winked. Her hands were busy. It was delicious, but a lot of work.

“Can I help?” Donny asked.

“If you like.” She handed him the shell. “Hold this. It’ll take another minute or two.”

Her hands were turning green. “Damn. Well, can’t be helped.”

“Get ready, Donatello, it’s coming.”

She aimed the spurting cream into the shell.

“Good boy Leonardo,” she said, pouring it back into his mouth.

“Can I lick the bowl?” asked Donatello.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Volunteering

A book sale at my neighborhood library—a dozen folding tables laden with books culled from the shelves to make room for new acquisitions.

My mom friend Katie is working it, bustling up and down the rows, occasionally slipping inside when it’s time to restock.

She catches my eye. A conspiratorial whisper:

“Follow me! There’s something I gotta show you!”

We duck inside the lobby—out of sight of the sale.

Then she lifts the hem of her sundress to reveal she’s not wearing any panties.

“Oh my God, Katie!?”

“I’ve been like this all day! I’m so wet”