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

[visioneer]

Saturday Chores

He entered the bathroom, shirt off, smelling sweaty. The light scent of detergent made it masculine, virile.

“I cleaned the gutters…” His voice trailed off as he saw me hand-washing my delicates.

Blotting my red silk blouse on the white cotton towel, I knew he was picturing me in it. Braless.

“Why am I the only one here topless?”

Peeling off my oversized hockey jersey, no bra to conceal my nipples, He caressed my pink beads of passion.

“I’m not done.”

I leaned back into his embrace.

“I’ll help. What’s next?”

“My silk panties...”

They were still undone on Sunday.

Good one.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Stranded

After a few days on the island you stop wearing clothes. Everything you do, you do naked—diving for clams on coral the reef, gathering firewood in the forest, scaling palm trees for coconuts and dates. Soon your lean body is burned brown by the sun, and your long brown hair bleaches to a flowing golden mane.

Gradually, you convince me to join you.

“It’s just us girls, so why not?”

Hand in hand we stroll naked down the beach.

That night by the campfire, I go down on you for the first time.

You taste like the sea.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Working Girl

I meet her at a party at a tech conference.

She’s a paid escort and assumes I’m one too, even though I’m wearing my normal work clothes.

Whenever she talks to me there’s a conspiratorial tone to her voice.

“I love the plain-Jane vibe you’ve got going on.”

Later, when we’re kissing on the dance floor, I ask if I can touch her tits.

“Sure. I get paid extra for doing it with a girl.”

“Me too,” I lie.

I want her so bad I don’t even care that we have an audience when I eat her out.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Parent-Teacher Conference

I have a crush on my son’s kindergarten teacher. My husband does too.

She feels the same way about us.

The three of us do it right in her classroom.

Stark naked, flat on my back on her desk, I open my legs for her.

While she she eats me out, my husband hikes up her skirt and takes off her panties.

Her tennis shoes squeak on the clean linoleum as she spreads her feet farther apart.

Then he grabs her hips and really starts pounding her.

“Oh God,” she moans. “Your son is a delight in class.”

 

[joy_of_cooking]

I don't know if that was supposed to be E/V but every parent teacher conference I've seen had a line of parents peering through the window wondering when their turn would come.

 

[Heartfeltman]

Edger moved quickly to the closet. At a glance, his clothes, phone, and wallet were out of reach. He stumbled on a tangle of her shoes. Her clothes draped heavily over his naked body.

It was that look on her face when she heard the door. This was not good. Is it her pimp? Edger listened but heard only his own heavy breathing.

There was shuffling. Bedding is being turned over. Something is knocked over. A closet is the first place someone looks. Edger held his breath. And then it was quiet. A door closed.

Edger figured it out slowly.

 

[joy_of_cooking]

Apologies, but I haven't figured it out yet. Hint?

 

[Heartfeltman]

Apologies, but I haven't figured it out yet. Hint?

His things were likely gone.
No apology is necessary. I should tighten this up to provide more of a clue.

 

[joy_of_cooking]

Now I see it!

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Sympathetic Magic

He stands in front of me.

“I want to know what it’s like to jerk off,” I tell him.

I snake my hand around his naked torso, take hold of his limp dick.

Also naked, I press against him from behind, imagine his cock is mine.

Hot blood pumps into my stiffening shaft.

The tip gets slippery with pre-cum. My pussy starts to throb.

“Like this?” I ask, stroking faster.

He groans, jerking his hips forward.

I jerk my hips forward too, grinding against him from behind.

My balls tighten in my sack.

I can feel every spurt.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Superior

He knows if he wants me all he has to do is step in my office and close the door.

“Take off your clothes,” he smiles.

Then he sits in my chair behind my desk to watch.

Oh God. I can hear people in the corridor outside.

The floor is cool underneath my bare feet.

I’m shivering, but not from the cold. I’m shivering because I really want him to fuck me.

“Is your pussy wet?”

I nod briefly.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“My pussy is wet, sir”

Saying it out loud makes me even wetter.

 

[Heartfeltman]

I am quickly becoming a very big fan.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Quickie

“Do you need any help with your bags?”

The look on the desk clerk’s face tells me she knows.

Two people don’t check into a fancy hotel in the middle of the afternoon without any luggage.

She knows when we get to the room, he’s going to pin me to the wall, strip me naked.

She knows I’m going down on my knees to suck his cock.

That he’s going to fuck me on all fours like a dog.

The same clerk is working the desk when we check out.

She glances at her wristwatch and smiles.

Thirty minutes.

 

[Bamagan]

Quickie

“Do you need any help with your bags?”

The look on the desk clerk’s face tells me she knows.

Two people don’t check into a fancy hotel in the middle of the afternoon without any luggage.

She knows when we get to the room, he’s going to pin me to the wall, strip me naked.

She knows I’m going down on my knees to suck his cock.

That he’s going to fuck me on all fours like a dog.

The same clerk is working the desk when we check out.

She glances at her wristwatch and smiles.

Thirty minutes.

If the room is still paid for, maybe the clerk has a break coming up...

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Slooow

It’s a long weekend, so we start early on Friday afternoon, sipping wine and making gentle, languorous love. I finally drift off to sleep in your arms sometime after midnight.

The next three days are mostly spent in bed. Sometimes neither of us moves for hours—we just drowse there with your bare cock in my wet pussy, your hand cupping my breast or lazily stroking my thigh. Then after a while, I’ll feel you stiffen, and you’ll start fucking me again.

Going back to work on Tuesday is so weird. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to wear clothes.

 

[onehitwanda]

You caught me watching you.
Most girls don't like girls -
but you clearly did.
You turned away and gave me this crooked little smile.
And I followed you to your car.
"Get in," you said,
and I obeyed.
You took my hand and eased it under your skirt.
"Touch me," you whispered.
You drove us home.
You were wet, flushed, distracted.
You stripped me and tongued me silly,
and let me play with you.
You tasted of heaven,
and screamed my name.

This week marks seven years.

Chemo took your hair.
But you're still here;

Our wedding dresses await tomorrow.

 

[onehitwanda]

Fetish


"How do you feel about creampies?"
"I don't understand..."
"I love them. I love the feeling of them in me. It's just... we're not equipped. But... we could be."
"You want a man..."
"Oh! God no! No. Look. Here - this toy. See? It... well. It has a tube, see, and a pump if you like..."
"Oh... wow. And the fluid?"
"Water-based and sterile. Think about it? Please? For me?"

Later, as I pull out of her, I watch - fascinated.
Sticky white "come" runs down her thigh.

I've never heard that groan before.

"All right," I admit. "I like them too."

 

[joy_of_cooking]

Chemo took your hair.
But you're still here;

Our wedding dresses await tomorrow.

Oww...

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Creampie

Stark naked, hands bound, I stumble into the living room where his friends are waiting.

I know these guys. I even know their wives.

But they’re not here to socialize tonight. They’re here to fuck me.

I get down on my knees, suck them until they’re hard and ready.

Abruptly the energy in the room gets more aggressive.

They’d goading themselves into doing it. They grab at my tits, my snatch.

“What a slut!”

“She wants it bad!”

One after another they’re on top of me. Inside me. Pumping me full.

Overflowing.

Afterwards they snap pictures with their phones.

 

[onehitwanda]

@BrightShinyGirl you're a wicked, wicked woman.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Observers

“Which one is the male?”

“The one with the tentacle.”

“Why is it getting longer?”

“He’s about to breed the female.”

“He stuck it in her!”

“Yeah, that’s how humans do it.”

“Oh no! It sounds like she’s in pain!”

“Actually she’s signaling pleasure. Human females enjoy having a male’s tentacle inserted in their breeding cavity.”

“Humans are so weird! What’s he doing now?

“Trying to get his tentacle as deep inside her as possible.”

“Now he sounds distressed!”

“He’s perfectly fine. That’s just the noise human males always make when they release their genetic material inside the females.”

 

[onehitwanda]

@EmilyMiller

 

[onehitwanda]

Morning Ritual

"Honey, pass me my jeans, would you?"

I do as asked, enjoying as always the flash of your lips as you strip.

You slip a leg in, overbalancing slightly, giving me a wry smile.

"You could have given me some clean panties too, you know."

"You didn't ask," I point out, technically correct as always.

You snort and start to slide the denim up your lovely thighs.

I watch as your shaven mons is veiled.

"Stop it," you say, blushing, shy as always.

I wish you'd stop being embarrassed by your body.

I'll be wet from this experience all day.

 

[onehitwanda]

Bridge

You shiver slightly; goosebumps spread over the bare skin of your sculpted abdomen.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"It's... cold. And your tongue is so hot next to it. Don't stop."

You take a breath, arch up a bit further.

"Oh God," I moan. "You are so amazing."

"Stop flirting and... just do it already."

I lean forward, trail my tongue over your skin, to the indentation that divides your perfect six-pack.

Delicious treats wait there for me - paper-thin slices of cucumber, carved shards of carrot, strands of fennel - like liquorice.

"I told you you'd enjoy eating vegetarian" you whisper.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Business Trip

After dinner he walks me back to my hotel room.

I fumble in my purse for the key card.

“Listen, do you want to come inside for a bit?” I say.

He eyes are dubious.

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

“Why? Don’t you trust me?”

“I’m not sure I trust myself. If I come inside, something might happen.”

“Maybe I want something to happen,” I smile.

“Christ, Emily. I’m a married man. You’re married too. We can’t just … .”

It turns out we can.

I ride him for hours, let him cum inside me.