(Very) Short Stories Thread

Wild Night in Suburbia

Jim and Betty Williams awoke from what seemed like a perfectly ordinary night’s sleep in an extraordinary condition. Both were inexplicably sore, bruised, had rug-burns, and unusual tastes in their mouths.

“What happened last night?” Betty asked.

“I don’t know.” Jim replied. “Did you dream?”

“Oh, horrible nightmares.”

“Me, too.”
 
The Dissapointed Director & Dumb Blond

A neatly dressed man sits silently watching the wanna-be actress sitting on his couch.

“Show me your... skills.”

“Excuse me.”

“What separates you from the other 300 girls auditioning?”

She shows him.

“I’m going to have to stop you there. Yodeling might be valuable for ‘The Sound of Music’, but...”
 
The Double Entendre

Anita Dixon: You seen Willy? He usually comes in early.
Sharon Peters: Yea he just slipped in the backdoor.
Anita: What is Willy doing coming in the backdoor?
Sharon: Peter working the front and Peter and Willy don't like to cross paths since there little blow out.
Anita: Shit both of them are working. This job just keeps getting longer and harder. Well when he clocks on tell him to work the back and I will keep Peter up front until he gets off.
Sharon: You thank you can handle both of them?
Anita: They just reguire a firm hand.
 
Two Sluts Pass in the Night

In the wee-early morning, when the sluts are trying to escape home so as to not wear the same - now rumpled - clothes to work a second day, a slutty boy and slutty girl bump into each other on their respective walks-of-shame.

Both think, “Not my type, but...”
 
Narrow Arch

It was narrow pedestrian tunnel under the tracks. There were two lights out, but it left several feet in the pitch.

She didn’t hear him, didn’t see him, but felt his hot breath blow against her ear as she passed.

They found but a shoe lying on its side.
 
The Marina

Sunlight bejeweled the wave caps and subtle harbor swells. Avery looked out over the marina. There was an ever-so-slight shift and rock to the boats.

He was taking his wife, his wife’s best-friend, and a case of red wine out into international waters. The two bikini-clad women were just arriving.
 
Captive Couple

Anna and her boyfriend, Peter, awoke side-by-side secured astride sawhorse-like contraptions. Minds fuzzy, neither had any idea how they had gotten here. Both were sore from inexplicable contusions.

“Help” Anna called, but her cries echoed unanswered in the darkness.

Finally, a rusty hatch squeaked open. It was not help.
 
Last night I understood who I am, and I wept for all the evil deeds I've committed blindly, believing the soap opera I thought it was my life. Now I don't know how to approach you and tell you: "Forgive me, now I see you always tried to make me happy, and I never let you."
 
Seventh Kind

To his wife, Mission Specialist Allen Barman returned home a changed man. He looked the same; he smelled the same; and his voice sounded the same - though he spoke much less.

He was cold and distant, but, at the same time, was relentless in his attempts to impregnate her.
 
Disconcerting Treasure Trove

He bought the abandoned house as a fixer-upper. The owner had left in a hurry, but much had been looted. However, he found a hidden cache of photographs of a risqué and taboo nature.

When he discovered a picture of his young mother, it felt like a kick in the gut.
 
Bookish Beauty

She sat down across from him on the train. She wore glasses and had her hair up in a bun. The bookish beauty look appealed to him.

After a few drinks, she proved amenable to a visit to his sleeper.

When he awoke his passport and cash were gone.
 
A Little Less Control

She sat down across from him on the train. She wore glasses and had her hair up in a bun. The bookish beauty look appealed to him.

After a few drinks, she proved amenable to a visit to his sleeper.

When he awoke his passport and cash were gone.

He looked just a little too composed and self assured sitting there in his nice suit and tie, so well groomed. What this man needs she mused quite wickedly, is less control of his situation.

Perhaps he'll ask if I'd like a drink...
 
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He looked just a little too composed and self assured sitting there in his nice suit and tie, so well groomed. What this man needs she mused quite wickedly, is less control of his situation.

Perhaps he'll ask if I'd like a drink...

When the train stopped, he leapt to the platform. Spinning about, two cars down, over the throng, he could see that bun bobbing to a girlish gait.

He ran like a madman, roughly pushing his way through the sluggish crowd.

A Gendarme put an arm across his chest, “Passport please.”
 
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When the train stopped, he leapt to the platform. Spinning about, two cars down, over the throng, he could see that bun bobbing to a girlish walk.

He ran like a madman, roughly pushing his way through the sluggish crowd.

A Gendarme put an arm across his chest, “Passport please.”

She knows he knows, she's moves fast.

Ah, it's a good thing the French take security so seriously.

She experiences a curious moment of doubt and hesitation as she chances a quick look back. Feeling his cum trickling down her legs - her pussy clenches and aches. She wants more.
 
She knows he knows, she's moves fast.

Ah, it's a good thing the French take security so seriously.

She experiences a curious moment of doubt and hesitation as she chances a quick look back. Feeling his cum trickling down her legs - her pussy clenches and aches. She wants more.

Having been billy-club sodomized, he grits his teeth when he hears a young woman turned up with his passport and bailed him out with his own cash.

Later, manhandling her into a hotel room, he shoves her face-first onto the bed and straddles her splayed thighs while frog-fucking her ass.
 
Having been billy-club sodomized, he grits his teeth when he hears a young woman turned up with his passport and bailed him out with his own cash.

Later, manhandling her into a hotel room, he shoves her face-first onto the bed and straddles her splayed thighs while frog-fucking her ass.

He let her turn her head to the side - catching quick short breaths of air - she sees him in the mirror. Watches as he takes her hard. This lover is nothing like the one on the train - but the one she hoped was there.

"Brats displease me Pet."
 
He let her turn her head to the side - catching quick short breaths of air - she sees him in the mirror. Watches as he takes her hard. This lover is nothing like the one on the train - but the one she hoped was there.

"Brats displease me Pet."

She washed his cock methodically and reverently.

He got dressed, and said, “You haven’t nearly paid your penance. You’ll be here when I return.”

He stuffed her clothes into his camera bag, and left her alone and nude.

He dropped the room’s robes and towels at housekeeping with an instruction.
 
She washed his cock methodically and reverently.

He got dressed, and said, “You haven’t nearly paid your penance. You’ll be here when I return.”

He stuffed her clothes into his camera bag, and left her alone and nude.

He dropped the room’s robes and towels at housekeeping with an instruction.

Bathed in sunlight, legs bent, feet beneath her she nervously chews a fingernail.

She should just go - call the concierge give him her size ....

Yet...

He knew -- make it difficult but not impossible to leave. Make her decide.

Fuck! She wants the dark promise in his words and his eyes.
 
Bathed in sunlight, legs bent, feet beneath her she nervously chews a fingernail.

She should just go - call the concierge give him her size ....

Yet...

He knew -- make it difficult but not impossible to leave. Make her decide.

Fuck! She wants the dark promise in his words and his eyes.



He asked the housekeeper and front desk to call him and the police if his clinically insane sister tried to leave the hotel while he was briefly conducting errands. They made a copy of her passport to distribute among the hotel staff.

Then he went out to a special shop.
 
He asked the housekeeper and front desk to call him and the police if his clinically insane sister tried to leave the hotel while he was briefly conducting errands. They made a copy of her passport to distribute among the hotel staff.

Then he went out to a special shop.

While riffling through his shit she found a very old faded workout shirt. She could tell he'd worn it since its last washing but it seemed okay... her body's heat slowly and seductively releasing his pleasing scent.

Uncertain, hand on the doorknob, she was poised and ready to leave.
 
While riffling through his shit she found a very old faded workout shirt. She could tell he'd worn it since its last washing but it seemed okay... her body's heat slowly and seductively releasing his pleasing scent.

Uncertain, hand on the doorknob, she was poised and ready to leave.

She threw open the door and surged into the hall. She periodically tugged down the shirt when the draft hit her buttocks.

She took the stairs to avoid attention. Rounding a balustrade, she was surprised by a maintenance man. Only then, she realized her pussy was at eye level to him.
 
She threw open the door and surged into the hall. She periodically tugged down the shirt when the draft hit her buttocks.

She took the stairs to avoid attention. Rounding a balustrade, she was surprised by a maintenance man. Only then, she realized her pussy was at eye level to him.

Tempted to push the old man down the stairs she refrains and keeps moving. Its shocking how truly rude the French can be. "As if!"

Hand on another doorknob, she hopes this door is closest to the gift shop.

"Watch, all they'll have is a lime green bikini. Fucking karma".
 
Tempted to push the old man down the stairs she refrains and keeps moving. Its shocking how truly rude the French can be. "As if!"

Hand on another doorknob, she hopes this door is closest to the gift shop.

"Watch, all they'll have is a lime green bikini. Fucking karma".

Despite the shop’s limited selection and that every time she reached up she exposed herself to whomever happened to be nearby, being a woman, she took 20 minutes to choose a dress.

The hotel had called him. “Alright, I’m back in the hotel now.”... “No, don’t call the police just yet.”
 
Despite the shop’s limited selection and that every time she reached up she exposed herself to whomever happened to be nearby, being a woman, she took 20 minutes to choose a dress.

The hotel had called him. “Alright, I’m back in the hotel now.”... “No, don’t call the police just yet.”

Leaving the store she headed toward the street exit, bags in hand. She'd opted to keep his shirt for obvious reasons.

"Well, that wasn't so bad" she mused, head bent at the task of reaching for and then biting into the deliciously sweet, powdery beignet.
 
Leaving the store she headed toward the street exit, bags in hand. She'd opted to keep his shirt for obvious reasons.

"Well, that wasn't so bad" she mused, head bent at the task of reaching for and then biting into the deliciously sweet, powdery beignet.

A hand grabbed her upper arm tersely just as she put foot on sidewalk.

“What’s your plan? I’ve got your passport.”

“Yeah, give me it.”

“Certainly, as soon as I get the 350-Euro charged to my room account.”

“It’s in my purse.”

“Which is with your passport in the room.”
 
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