100-words or less character sketch

[gunhilltrain]

My Summer with Nora

Before her, I expected that I would meet a “nice” girl, however that was defined. I was looking for something long-term, not merely causal sex. Who I did wind up with was more than I had bargained for.

That girl was a fellow student, but she also did some amateur hooking around campus to make ends meet. She was brazen, profane, and she could turn nasty; she had an attitude that said she didn’t give a shit about anything.

But man, the sexual stuff she offered to me, including her kinky side, was beyond whatever I had ever hoped for.

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100 words, and a story that is already on here. Criticism welcomed.

 

[tenyari]

My current inwork story, main character describing her boyfriend:

My boyfriend Silverio was Mestizos of Nahuas roots on his Indigenous side, with brown hair and eyes, fit body and average in height. One of those guys who always seemed to be glancing down at you with half closed eyes and a grin that said "yeah, I know." His body language spoke of machismo but he had the eyes of an artist, and was the only person I knew who could describe something exactly the way I saw it. Light and shadow first, then color, feeling the same emotions to each as I did. He was also a great dancer.

Slicing together pieces from three original paragraphs where she was comparing two different guys, and the parts for his came to one hundred words.

The other guy, his roommate; comes to ninety seven words:

Arturo was Mexicanos Negros with shoulder length dreadlocks, not as muscular as Silverio but still fit. He had this way of always having a half smile as he looked with eyes that said you were about to lose your panties. Arturo could look at a building and describe the emotions of the architect who designed it. Even when looking at Mayan or Aztec ruins. To him, the spaces we moved in spoke to the soul, and there were many Aztec ruins he would not go near. Like Silverio he was remarkably handsome and also a great dancer.

- But needs a little work to smooth that transition from physical to temperament description.

The bits about handsome and dancing are actually mixed in the story within a third paragraph.

Silverio is the POV character of another story I'm editing right now, in which he never describes himself. So I'm also mulling where in that to place a self-description for him that evokes the same idea as the above.

 

[Lifestyle66]

From my story: Trusted Employees - On The Job.
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She reached down to unbuckle the straps of her shoes, dropping those heels in the foyer along with her purse. She unfastened and removed her gown, tossing it onto the back of the couch. Now naked, she turned to the right to follow the butler into the master bedroom as I followed.

“Where are your panties?” I asked.

“Oh, they’re in his jacket pocket. I traded them for the room's keycard. I stood behind the unused bar when he took them off me, so no one saw him down there.”

“Did he fuck you?”

“Not yet. That’s why we’re here!”
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100 words, criticism welcome.

 

[tenyari]

Having a little fun with the a character that popped into my head from the 'Story Ideas' thread:
https://forum.literotica.com/threads/story-idea-game.1570690/post-95527174


Minerva looked at the sign out front; "Closed for Health And Safety violations."

What's a Minotaur without her labyrinth? Her empty stomach growled as she walked to the village, battleaxe in hand.

"Didn't know it was his milk cow..." A passing troll said to another. "Sign said your choice of beef."

"Huh," she thought. Ever since that Hero; her tits had gone massive, couldn't stop lactating, and were so sensitive she'd cum with ease. She looked at the sign outside the tavern. "Lost our cow, out of milk."

"I hear you need a milk cow?" she said, entering the tavern.

 

[t_h_seacrest]

Dinah escorted Teddy to Sandra’s room. Even though the physical reality registered Teddy as slightly taller than Dinah, in the psychological sphere Teddy walked like his height came barely to the level of Dinah’s elbow. Even though if he really wanted to he could crush Dinah’s hand with his; one of his hands could do serious damage; in the psychological sphere he could really believe her hand dwarfed his, and he had no choice but submit to being escorted to Sandra’s room.

 

[stonedinstilletos]

Caught you peeking. Don’t be like that, I like being looked at. But maybe don’t be so obvious when you’re with your girlfriend. Oh she’s your wife? Naughty boy.

So tell me, what caught your eye first? Oh, my boots? They are rather fun to wear. Love how high heel makes me so tall. But that wasn’t what you were looking at when I caught you. Was it my cleavage or the lace of my bra that had you? Both, so naughty.

You know how to really appreciate it? From your knees. Quickly now before she gets back. Good boy.

 

[FREBRUS]

The aging god of man, sat and reminisced of the million millennia, since he was a young apprentice god. With long billowing silken blond hair, Touching shoulders once so broad and strong. Seeing through eyes the color of gold now faded to a yellowish gray, deep set under a wide knowing brow. His once tawny smooth skin now wrinkled and gray. His once chiseled straight nose now bulbous and broken. His once ivory white teeth hidden behind thin lips were long gone. Where once was a squared jaw now were hanging jowls.

Oh, to be young again he cried

 

[Spurtulator]

Another tedious compliance meeting. The only redeeming feature to the dullness of this experience was that I managed to get a seat next to Alexa.

Despite her solemn demeanor, there was an exoticness about her. I couldn’t decide what her ethnicity was, but she seemed to be of mixed-Asian descent.

I happened to catch a glimpse of the back of her panties as she leaned forward in her chair. I felt my heart skip when I saw that she was wearing a hot pink thong under her business slacks. My face began to burn as her gaze met mine.

 

[Stella_Maxwell]

Sarah means princess but Sarah behaves more like a brooding knight. Quiet in team meetings. Erect posture topped with her polished shiny blonde bun. Always in navy, grey or black. Many only noticed she was in the room for meetings only when everyone left because she was the first to leave. Sarah was the last to arrive in the morning too, a fleeting hand brushing Aria from Operations’ on her back to squeeze her lanky body around her as the plump brunette dithered at the coffee station by the door left her hand burning. It was was the only intimate physical touch she’d had in months. Aria looked at her differently after that and Sarah made a habit to do it more often.

 

[Mjolnir22]

At 32, the young undergrad was gone, past fevered job searches and financial desperation, then rookie mistakes in romance and vocation, both frightening roller-coasters of her design. Now a woman, her body, with regular attention, was no longer a thing of shame or obsession, adorned with a carefree style of hair and clothes so that actual life and early career could take center stage. Her reflection often smiled while brushing her teeth,causing a lava flow of toothpaste to dribble down her chin, and she would laugh at the mess. Yes, 32 was a very good age to be.