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

[wrodgers89]

I read about this exercise in the writers forum and decided to take the challenge. Not counting the Title, I wrote a story in exactly 100 words.It was a scene I wasn't married to, so it was easy to cut, but hard to make it make sense and stay hot. Did I succeed?
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A Slave to Her Pussy

"Please Mistress. I need your pussy”
She beckoned him closer.
Crawling to the bed, he looked into her eyes as she whispered "You belong to me, Slave."
She smiled, pointed to her cunt and commanded, “Lick.”
His tongue found her creamy pearl, as he obeyed, intensifying each stroke, licking and licking, faster and faster, until finally, she threw her arms around his neck and shuddered, overcome with the pleasure of his obedience and the intensity of her orgasm.
Though he was her submissive, and she was his femdom, she was as much a slave to her pussy as he was.

I pin her against the wall. My lips on her neck, my hands exploring each inch of her body. I pull her blouse open, my mouth follows suit as I take her nipples into my mouth, swirling them with my tongue.

I place my hands under her firm ass, picking her up off the ground, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, I set her onto the bed. My teeth pull her thong down, her aching and tingling clit drawn to my lips as I yearn to taste her. Her body belongs to me until she erupts in my mouth.

 

[I_AM_ONE_OF_YOU]

A true cuckquean.

Her pussy was dripping wet, seeing her husband pounding into my pussy. He was using my pussy and humiliating his wife.

"Fuck, you are tighter than my wife "

"I'm gonna fill you up, whore"

"This is the best pussy I have used."

I kissed her husband and let him cum inside my tight pussy. We both dated and I stole her husband. She loves that, she wants that.

Each night, I slept with her husband. He sucked my nipples and gave me his semen and all she could do was watch, like a good wife she is, a true cuckquean.

♤♡◇♧

 

[MiaBabe23]

A carefree laugh doesn’t hide the crimson spreading up her cheeks as he inclines his head, a brief, sharp inhalation without lifting his eyes from his book.
His eyes stay fixed on the page as he murmurs
“What did you think about?”
She laughs again, running her fingers through her hair, across her lips as at last he looks up.
“A lesbian orgy?”
He rises and crosses the room to stand an inch from her, dipping his head so she can feel his breath.
“Really? You weren’t thinking of what I’m about to do to you now?”

 

[Countbrass]

He opens the door. Light from the hallway illuminates the room. The balcony doors stand open. A cool breeze flares the curtains bringing the cool scents of the night into the room. The large bed stands proudly dominating the room. on the fresh pressed sheets she lays. A sheer black negligée does little to hide the sinuous curves of her body and hints of scarlet tease underwear yet to be seen. Her raven hair laying fanned upon the pillow stirs in the breeze. One leg crooked coquettishly over the other hiding what lies at the zenith of those long legs.

 

[Series 6]

Should I do this?

We leave class together every day. I’ve caught her frequently looking at the rainbow sticker on my water bottle, too polite to make a comment about it, but I think she suspects. But has she caught me looking at her breasts when she wears a tight t-shirt or her ass when she wears leggings?

A few times we’ve been alone in the stairwell. Conversation seems to come easy before we part for our next classes.

College is the time you get to explore yourself, right? How would she react if I leaned in and kissed her?

 

[ChristyDancer]

My Dad always said, “before you do something stupid, think about how it’s going to look on the accident report.” And yet, here I am, bent over my boyfriend’s lap with his cock in my mouth as he speeds down the interstate on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Of course he’s hard as a rock; all you have to do to get a college boy hard is to smile at him. As for me, the excitement, indeed the terror of the danger of what I’m doing made these racing blowjobs all the hotter. Sigh… I was almost sorry when he finished.

 

[APilgrimSquare]

Riley grabbed his thick neck, squeezing as hard as she could as she rocked her cunt back and forth, slapping her ass against his thighs and taking his girth in stride. He wasn’t even a man to her. She made him her fuckthing, a hard bag of meat to squeeze and ride and rock on. The truck shook like an old washing machine, and Riley was reminded of the man’s humanity when his hands tightened around her and his breathing stopped and his cock got real hard before erupting inside of her, filling her womb with his hot, evil seed.

 

[Actingup]

Too much of a rush

“How are you?” she asked.

“I’m good. And you?”

“I’m well, but I’m not good.” She slowly ran her finger down my side and winked at me.

“Point taken. May I?”

She nodded, and I leant to embrace her. We locked lips and our hands got busy.

My fingers, unbuttoning her blouse.

Hers, straight to my fly, fishing inside.

Then a frenzy of action. Her blouse, my shirt, my pants, her skirt, three hooks on her bra, underwear down together.

“Slow down!” she cried, and I counted fifty heartbeats before I eased inside,

And five hundred more before we came.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

I finally got around to publishing all the stories I wrote for this thread!

 

[Foolhen]

I finally got around to publishing all the stories I wrote for this thread!

Fantastic! I never realized that you'd written so many great stories on here. The compilation is wonderful.

 

[Foolhen]

Information

Dave’s wife is in the kitchen making snacks while we sit on the couch. He leans in and whispers:

“We haven’t fucked in weeks. This morning I decided to clean the bathroom while she went to the gym. Guess what she does when she gets home? Drops to her knees and sucks me off right there on the floor. I must have shot a gallon.”

“Here you go!” says Wendy cheerfully, carrying a plate of cheese and crackers. She is still wearing workout clothes that hug her slender body and I can’t help noticing some wet spots on her top.

 

[LightningSeed]

I messed with something similar a few years back. A bunch of stories - all exactly 50 words - in the same setting.

https://literotica.com/s/thunderbird-motel-15-flash-stories

 

[SmilingLez]

Wet Dream

She was there.
No warning.
No excuse.
Just there.
Thigh against mine.
Silent.
Her fingers traced mine.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Electric.
Her mouth found mine.
Hard.
Certain.
I answered.
Like I’d waited years.
She said my name.
Low.
Rough.
I told her things I never say aloud.
We laughed once.
Too close.
Then kissed again.
Deeper.
Harder.
The world vanished.
I woke shaking.
Sheets tangled.
Fingers tight.
Breathing fast.
I wanted her.
The dream.
Unfinished.
Fierce.
Impossible.
Alive.
Nothing else mattered.
Memory never leaves.

 

[LightningSeed]

Long Drive Home

Asked me “one last time” for her panties.
Wanted the bra back, too.
She’d removed them when I told her go across the street and get us pizza. She did, in her white tank and turquoise leggings, sheer materials hugging her chest and labia, part-timers leering.
Now after pizza, whiskey kisses, sweat, murmurs, whispers, involuntary spasms…now she wants to go back and be the good housewife she tells herself she is after our rituals. On her drive home.
No.
She won’t have them today.
Go back to him like this. Or fish them out of the motel dumpster.

 

[LightningSeed]

I answered.
Like I’d waited years.

My favorite part. Really good!

 

[LightningSeed]

Years ago I posted an experiment in Flash Fiction: 15 stories of 50 words each. Unfortunately, my lack of skill in making the story easy to read made it almost incomprehensible. I did - and have - heard from several readers who were able to decipher it in the intervening years. Now, finally, I’ve fixed it so it should be easier to read, and I am working on plans to expand it into a more fleshed-out story, all to complement this original version. Please let me know what you think:

Thunderbird Motel