300 word or less stories

[MysteryWriter]

The following is 296 words...

“Christ, I feel strange,” I said it to the much younger woman on my arm. “I should have dyed my hair at least.”

“Oh come on, I love your grey hair. You look distinguished,” The thirty-year younger blonde said.

“Damn, what if someone sees me. I will be a laughing stock. Hell, you could be my grand daughter.

“No I couldn’t, but I could be your daughter. The one you had late in life.”

Before I could answer her, the hostess seated us at a table. We quickly ordered drinks then turned our attention to the stage where the band played jazz.

“How in the world did I let you talk me into this? I hate jazz.” Just then I felt her hand on my leg. It was dark in the club. So dark that no one noticed when she unzipped my trousers. Nor did they notice when she worked my cock free. She stroked me in time to the music.

“You really shouldn’t be doing that,” I whispered into her ear.

“Why not? They have cloth napkins,” she replied.

Her lips were only inches from mine when I began to squirm. She stopped suddenly her hand still clutching me.

“Beg,” she demanded.

“What?” I asked.

“I will do anything you have the courage to ask me.”

“Suck my cock then.” I quickly added, “Please.”

She began to stroke me again. Just as I was ready to cum she pretended to drop her fork. She bent to retrieve it. She took me into her mouth. I exploded just as soon as I felt the wet warm cavern surround me.

She sat up, then wiped her mouth with the napkin. “Now daddy, buy me a drink then take me home to Michael.”

“Yes dear,” I replied.

the end

 

[wildsweetone]

289 words

The curtains rose gently as the breeze wafted through the window. Unseeing, she gazed through the gap in the curtains her thoughts full of him. He would be home in 10 days, his Tour completed. The moon lit the pathways of the night. Though the breeze was warm, she shivered pulling her robe tighter. The sky lost its appeal; she left her bay window seat and crept back into bed.

Remembering the relaxation course earlier in the year, she closed her eyes imagining a beautiful glowing light above her head. The light trickled down over her entire body like a slow flowing waterfall. By the time it reached her feet, she was deeply asleep.

He came to her as she lay breathing softly. He bent over her and kissed her full lips. Tracing them with his tongue, he stilled his touch as she stirred. When she quietened, his mouth moved down to nuzzle the tiny throbbing pulse in the hollow of her neck. Further down his mouth moved, to her milk-laden breast. With its nipple exposed so perfectly he didn't resist his reaction. His warm mouth closed over it and he suckled gently. He drank his newborns nourishing supper stopping only as she moaned and turned.

He stepped back and stripped his uniform off, throwing the shirt and trousers over the rocking chair. Using the chair he sat and unlaced his boots. He stuffed the heavy woollen socks down inside them. Standing, he removed the last vestige of clothing.

Noiselessly he moved to the bed, slipped between the covers and wrapped her in his arms. Thank God he'd been saved to come home.

The baby’s hungry suckling woke her. Silent tears overflowed as she prayed for his safe return.

 

[profp]

We had been circling each other all semester, the professor and the smart older student. Today in my office something was different though. She was there on an almost cliched mission: to beg for a higher grade despite not having finished the take home final. I felt that twitching between my legs as she listed all the reasons that I should give her the grade she needed. Her breathing was shallow and she squirmed in her chair.

In the end, I said the work she had finished was excellent, and I could give her a performing grade on that basis. We walked out of the office together, feeling less than finished.

Two hours later, a phone call. "That didn't end the way I expected it to" she said. "What did you expect?" "I expected you to be fucking me on the floor of your office."

A long pause. I've been here before. It is not nearly as easy as it sounds. My reply is weak: "Well, perhaps another time." "I could drive back right now. I'm absolutely on fire." Her breathing is still shallow. "No, I have to leave." "How about next Friday, I have the whole day off." "We'll see," I answer, unwilling to close the door but nervous about what's behind it.

The following Friday she is at my door at 10:00. She enters and sits down, staring at me. "I'm still on fire." I close the door, and stand next to her. "What do you want?" God, I can't believe the idiotic things I'm saying. "I want to kneel over you and ride your cock until I cum all over you," she breathes as she literally throws herself at me. We embrace, kiss, grope, and in a matter of seconds are on the floor…

 

[MysteryWriter]

295

It was my thirty-fifth birthday. I wanted nothing more than get roaring drunk. I had just finished up the case of the cheating husband number 231. Such was the life of a private eye.

I stopped at the Holiday Inn lounge for a drink. When I entered, I remembered why I had moved to the beach town. The Inn was filled with women. It always was after all in the middle of summer. Most of the time the best I could do was sit and watch them dance. I was no dancer. I was also too shy to approach one.

Maybe because it was my birthday, or maybe because I drank way too much ice cold beer, whatever the reason I swallowed my fear of rejection, then approached a slightly overweight blonde. She was a few years younger than me. I had just enough alcohol induced courage to try her anyway.

“Hi, today is my birthday and I am celebrating could I buy you a drink?” God the sounded stupid even to me.

“Sure it is honey,” she said sarcastically.

I should have known. She was way too attractive for me. Still, she didn’t have to be so sarcastic. I tossed my drivers license on the bar. She took it then moved to a table with a candle. She held the card to the candle.

“Damn, it is your birthday. I am so sorry. I just thought it was another pick up line. I will take that beer now,” She said with a smile.

We both had a lot more beer. I got a room because I was too drunk to drive. I carried her up to it, then fell sound asleep.

The note on the empty pillow next morning said, “Thanks a bunch asshole.”

 

[wildsweetone]

138 words - just a slice perhaps...

She lay sobbing, naked, tied by the feet and hands with heavy ship's ropes to each corner of the four poster bed.

Her partially shaven pussy was wide open for everyone to see.

Humiliation overwhelmed her as her eyes darted from face to face. They surrounded the bed, watching her writhe with embarrassment.

Her nipples were set on mounds of pure fantasy. Soft delicate skin bruised, cut and oozing blood from the cat o'nine tails her lover had punished her with. Tears streamed from her eyes clouding her vision. She was grateful for that. She didn't want to watch as the punishment continued. Didn't want to see their expressions of lust and excitement.

WHACK! She screamed in agony as the cat sliced open her nipple. Someone poured salt-laden water over the wound. Her fainting left the room silent.

 

[MysteryWriter]

yikes

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[wildsweetone]

i should probably delete it, right?

 

[MysteryWriter]

absolutely not

...---...

 

[wildsweetone]

*wink*

wait 'til you check out the other thread (psst... it's not what you think)
btw my pc is giving me a real hard day today - sorry

 

[peterpan]

Denial

H ands approached me. Gentle smiles. Cats eyes.

There were four of us, vowed to silence, and I the last. Sister Maria was the last before me. She was the strongest but I was the weakest. It had always been so.

She broke. She lasted the longest. She lasted an hour but then she broke.

She did not break all at once. Oh no. The first sound she made in all her ninteen years was barely a sigh. Then her breath, hissing through clenched teeth as those hands explored her, those sharp tongues explored her.

Her first unpracticed words were not for them; she was stronger than the other three. She implored her god for strength. For will to resist this unclean temptation, this subversion of her weak flesh. I was sure god would save her.

She cried out that she did not know. That the words the mother had whispered to her had been too quiet. She had missed them and never admitted it. The three sisters before her had also denied them, at first.

They smiled at her.

She begged. She writhed under their hands and tongues, and ground her lips into theirs. She cried out like a choir of angels.

She breaks, she tells, she belongs to them forever.

And now the hands approach me. I try to imagine the sensation that could break Maria. I cannot. My body is singing before they even touch me, not from magic but from the certainty; I am not as strong as Maria.

Before they even touch me, I cry out the same lie that Maria told. I did not hear. The fourth part is lost. They will not get it from me.

They smile at me.

But it's true.

A hand so close I feel the heat of it.

 

[peterpan]

Wardolls

By day, the Dolls treat me like I am Cleopatra instead of a prisoner...Like they are my slaves but also equals and best friends...Like everything they do for me is because they really like and respect me.

Then every night, with loving attention, they explore new ways of reducing their empress to a mewling, writhing, wanton, whimpering, bucking... a million verbs and still no noun.

Sometimes I wake to find them making slow gentle love to me with their tongues and fingers, or blanketing me lightly with their bodies, as they watch my sleepful face and I have this wonderful sensation of being where I am meant to be.. where I am wanted completely.

~~an anonymous spoil girl

 

[peterpan]

Father serpent:
The language of the spine is older and more subtle than the language of limbs. Only when the limbs are quietened, with silken bonds, can you begin to recall, and make your first baby cries, in my language.
You attempt Birdsong. In the twist of your spine I see memories of betrayals long past. I forgive you. I love you.
I shall teach you to sing a song of extacy. To arch, to sway, to writhe to orgasm, till your limbs sing in resonance, and your birdsong too.


This last may not make much sense. It and wardolls were originally captions. "Denial" is new.

 

[MysteryWriter]

294

I was covered in trail dust. I also smelled like the cows I had pushed up from Texas. I stood at the bar with a beer in hand grateful to be out of the sun. I saw the whore as she moved down the bar to stand beside me.

“Want a ride cowboy?” she asked. She was fat with bad teeth about average for a whore.

“Later maybe right now I need to cut the dust.”

“I am worth the dollar cowboy. I wasn’t always a whore I was once a lady. I would be still if the old man hadn’t run off.”

“Where is the piano player?”

“What you talking about cowboy?” The whore asked.

“Well, I like music with my sad songs.” She was fast. She had me cut across the chest before I knowed it.

I hit her just like I would a man who cut me up. She slid to the floor. I heard a sound like bustin’ mellon.”

“It was self defense,” I said to the sheriff a couple of minutes later.

“Don’t matter none. You kilt the only whore in town. You better run.”

I didn’t get far. My house was surrounded quickly

“Padre, I tried to run. The men of the town caught up to me. Now they are gonna hang me.”

“Yes my son, you have to try to understand. You did kill the town whore. They take that kind of thing serious here.”

I sat on the horse looking up at the rope. It had the noose and the familiar thirteen twists of rope for a knot. Real nice of them to go to the trouble to make a noose for me. A hand slapped the horse and send another whore killing cowboy to hell.

 

[wildsweetone]

178 words

She closed her eyes, her body swayed slowly with softly playing background music. She cast her mind back to the morning.

She'd been woken by her partner. Slow, soft suckling on her breast. Her hand had reached over, blonde hair running through her fingertips. Massaging her partner's head, the suckling increased.

It hadn't been a dream. She'd moved her body closer, loving the sensual feeling of aroused nipples against her belly. The tingling had begun deep inside. She lifted her leg over her partners' body and moaned deep in her throat as she felt fingertips lightly caressing her pussy lips.

Her juices poured as her partner moved down her body... Licking, kissing wetly, lower and lower. When finally her pussy was reached, she couldn't control her body any longer.

"Yes, oh yes baby, that feels so good," arching her back she had orgasmed, her partner licking all her honey, sucking her swollen clitty.

It had taken another hour before they were able to leave the bed, and even now as she danced at work, her body still trembled.

 

[Uther_Pendragon]

300 words (or FEWER) stories

Helen was still writing a paper when I fell asleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I felt her snuggle
against me.
"Mmmm, warm" she said.
She wasn't. The cold butt that nestled into my lap,
howevr, had other advantages. It was soft, and round, and
sensual.
"You can't want that," she said.
"I'm innocent," I said, "and mostly asleep."
"He seems awake. Well, can you do it?" She thrust a
condom into my hand.
I fumbled a bit, but managed to get it on. She reached
back to fit me into her niche.
"Oh, love," I said as eased inward. There, at least, she
was hot.
I petted every part of her I could reach while moving
slowly in and out.
Soon, she controled the motions. Then she shudered under my hands and rippled around me.
My climax met hers, and we lay together, our gasps the only motions. I grabbed the end of the condom and pulled out just before I fell back asleep.
(162 words by my count. Anyway, it's fewer than 200.)

 

[MysteryWriter]

286

I saw her enter the basement bar. The only thing striking about her was the black dress and cape. They were in stark contrast to her blonde hair and pale skin. She stood just inside the door to survey the room.
Without a word she strode to me. When she was standing directly in front of me she spoke. “Gabe, it is time.”
“How do you know my name? And time for what?”
“Everybody around here knows your name. You come up in the conversations often. I have been waiting for you to show up one night.”
I didn’t understand. I might have continued the questions but her hand on my leg convinced me to just shut up and just enjoy.
“So what do we do now?” I was just playing along.
“Come with me.”
I followed her to a rear door. I noticed the smiles from the other patrons. I thought they were directed to me. You know a sign of appreciation for my seductive powers.
We had barely slipped from the rear door when she pulled me to her. She kissed me deeply. Her hand fumbled with our clothes. She was most definitely the aggressor. I didn’t mind at all. She made the moves which took me inside her. Our bodies began to move in a sympathetic dance.
I was on the verge of an orgasm when she moved to kiss my neck. The orgasm was intense. The feel of her lips on my neck seemed both evil and thrilling.
Suddenly there was a great pain in my throat. I looked into her eyes. They were aflame. I struggled, but she was stronger. This isn’t really happening I whispered as the dark overtook me. I saw her enter the basement bar. The only thing striking about her was the black dress and cape. They were in stark contrast to her blonde hair and pale skin. She stood just inside the door to survey the room.
Without a word she strode to me. When she was standing directly in front of me she spoke. “Gabe, it is time.”
“How do you know my name? And time for what?”
“Everybody around here knows your name. You come up in the conversations often. I have been waiting for you to show up one night.”
I didn’t understand. I might have continued the questions but her hand on my leg convinced me to just shut up and just enjoy.
“So what do we do now?” I was just playing along.
“Come with me.”
I followed her to a rear door. I noticed the smiles from the other patrons. I thought they were directed to me. You know a sign of appreciation for my seductive powers.
We had barely slipped from the rear door when she pulled me to her. She kissed me deeply. Her hand fumbled with our clothes. She was most definitely the aggressor. I didn’t mind at all. She made the moves which took me inside her. Our bodies began to move in a sympathetic dance.
I was on the verge of an orgasm when she moved to kiss my neck. The orgasm was intense. The feel of her lips on my neck seemed both evil and thrilling.
Suddenly there was a great pain in my throat. I looked into her eyes. They were aflame. I struggled, but she was stronger. This isn’t really happening I whispered as the dark overtook me.

 

[MysteryWriter]

oops

forgot again that there is no indent here forgive me..

 

[MysteryWriter]

300

Let me tell you being an ex-con is a bitch. About the only job I could get after I got out was short-order cook. That, in a left handed way, explains why I was driving a twenty-year old car. Which explains, why I was walking down a country road on a Saturday afternoon.

The yellow sports car that stopped was new, shiny, and low to the road. "Get in."

"Thanks, I been walking a long time."

"I saw your car back on the shoulder. I figured you might be on the road."

"Do I know you?"

"Probably not, I am called Sylina." She was one of those yuppie mom looking chicks. “You are Toni. I kind of know you from the diner.”

“Oh,” It wasn’t unusual that I didn’t recognize her. I spent most of my time bent over the grill. I had no time for the customers.

“They say you did some time for killin’ your old man?” The chick didn’t look so cool after all.

“Yeah, so what?”

“Got any advice for me?” She put her hand on my leg as she spoke.

“Yeah, don’t do it. Leave him instead.” Her hand moved higher. I should have protested but I didn’t.

“Frankly Toni, it is a money thing. I don’t suppose you would like to help me? I can make it worth your while.”

“Sylina, having your head between my legs ain’t enough to get me back in the joint.”

“ I had fifty thousand dollars and my head in mind.” She waited a second then added. “You have to be tired of grease?”

“Sure, why not.” She did have a point about the grease.

She left my house after making the down payment. As she cleared the drive, I dialed the last digit of her home phone number.

 

[MysteryWriter]

285

My hand shook so hard the coffee spilled all over the wobbly table. It didn’t matter the coffee wasn’t all that good anyway.

“Damn Deke, how many times you been shot at?” It was the rookie who asked.

“Too damn many,” I replied.

“Hell, one is too many,” she agreed.

“Got that right,” I agreed.

“Why didn’t you ice him? He was paid for.”

“You want the truth Linda?”

“Sure,”

“I couldn’t get my holster unsnapped before he dropped the gun. After that there wasn’t any need to do it.”

“Still Deke, I’ve seen you lose your temper. He is lucky you didn’t just murder him.”

“Well, I guess we both had a lucky day.” My hands were still shaky. I was sure my voice was cracking.

“Is it true what they say?” She asked it while holding me captive with her gaze.

“What who says about what?” I asked.

“All the cops say you are horny as hell after you come close to the end.” She noticed my discomfort.

“Yeah it is true.”

“Since you are divorced, what are you going to do?”

“Do you know where the Mt. Holmes School is located?”

“Sure, why?”

“Because I am going to go there when I leave here. I am going to sit on the picnic table behind the school till this shift ends. If you swing by, I will show you.”

Almost an hour later I saw here patrol car pull into the picnic area. We didn’t say a word first.

I can only say she was a very enthusiastic lover I didn’t have to hold a gun on her either. Oh yeah, God was watching me again because neither of us got a call.

 

[cutie pie]

276

The candles flicker, naked shadows dancing across the wall. The music, her favorite Satriani tunes, wafting in from the other room. She lay on her stomach, the slippery satin sheets cool against her hot skin.

Startled, she feels his hand grazes across her shoulder and down her back, lingering briefly just above the curve of her ass. The mattress shifts beneath her as he climbs into bed. Rocking her hips from side to side, she looks at him and smiles. The boyish grin belying the sexual aggressiveness she had witnessed earlier.

The crescendo of the music matching the soaring heat of desire.

Rising to his knees, he straddles her and begins massaging her shoulders. She feels the softness of his skin as he leans in to kiss her neck. His hands moving down her back, the massage is relaxing yet stimulating at the same time.

As his weight shifts on the bed, she hears the night stand drawer opening. Lulled by the music, she remains motionless. His hands raise her hips and slightly spread her legs as he places two pillows beneath her. The chill of the icy cold lube startles her, though she was expecting it. The heat of his lips searing her flesh as he kisses along her thigh toward the delicate skin of her buttocks. Gasping, as his fingers penetrate her and begin a slow, rhythmic thrusting. Finally, the anal vibe slowly fills her, unleashing a frenzied urge to climax. Moaning. Thrusting her hips higher into the air, writhing as her body reaches its orgasmic peak. Lingering. Each spasm slightly less intense than the one before. Gratifying release.

Morendo - the music fades away.

 

[jewelbox]

300 more words

The wool uniform smelled awful. Riding two days in a train does that. I stood under the clock in Union Station as instructed. I would have showered before the meeting, had I not been ordered to go straight to the clock. It seemed she could wait no longer than necessary to meet me.

The pen pal letter had reached me in a little town with a name I could never pronounce. I got the letter two days after we took the town away from the others. I was shaking so hard when I opened the envelope, I almost had to ask for help. It was the first letter I received from her. It wasn’t anticipation. I had been shaking for days.

That letter and the next dozen were impersonal. I could have expected no more from a stranger. Over the next three months they became flirtatious then bold. Pam was a great writer. She sent me stories and poems, all with a slight sexual twist to them. I guess I imagined it all. I would soon find out, I thought. She promised, she would come to the station directly from her job at the defense plant.

First three o’clock came, then passed. I became filled with self doubt. People stared as they passed me. As the minutes passed, I began to feel foolish. I noticed the middle-aged lady with the cane, and limp, as she walked toward me. She looked a lot like an older Pam.

“Brian?” she asked. I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed, but I was also thrilled. I was meeting the woman who had kept parts of me alive.

“You must be Pam?”

“Are you terribly disappointed?”

“Surprised, but not disappointed.”

“Exactly the right answer,” she said. “Come with me. I have plans for you young man.”

 

[peterpan]

Consumation.

Once more, testing fate I come to you, my ebony wife. Do you call me husband?

What thoughts pass behind those eyes, those deep dark wells through which you watch the world, unblinking. I feel you watching me.

I have bound your long black legs in white silk. I stroke them and they quiver. Not fear but consuming lust. Lust for me without any inhibition.

I stroke your black abdomin, throbbing with promise; feel the tremble as if of butterflys within. But I know it is not. You tremble with hunger.

Your mouth stretches wide, tempting me to kiss it. But I know you would bite me. Not yet.

Twice I ease my fist inside you, depositing the jewel I prepared earlier. You fight, but admit no more than a shuddering hiss. Not pain, but a lust to consume me. The silk is almost broken by your struggles. It is so beautiful to be this wanted.

This time I stay one moment more, to embrace your wasplike waist and kiss your soft belly, where red warning lies on black.

With a tearing of many threads you are free, and with all your legs embrace me. I think I will never leave again, My beautiful widow, Arachnae.

 

[MysteryWriter]

Motel

I had always wanted to own a motel, especially one on the ocean. I took possession of the breeze two weeks ahead of the tax man. I did not rent to anyone longer than two weeks, otherwise I didn’t give a rats ass who stayed with me. I found the closed circutt TV system the first week. The previous owner was a pervert.

After hours of battling my conscience, I turned it on. I presumably could record five rooms at one time. I couldn’t find the time to watch until after ten p.m.

The first night I flipped through the tapes until I found a young couple. I remembered that they were on their honeymoon. After twenty minutes of watching I decided that they definitely were not virgins.

She appeared to be a great little lover but I just couldn’t enjoy it. I flipped through the tapes before I shut down. It was hard, but I ignored it the rest of the night.

I caught a lot of women dressing the next morning. I even saw a couple making love, while their daughter slept in the second bed. The daughter never opened her eyes. I had no idea if she suspected anything or not. I turned off the system again in disgust. I promised myself to never go near it again.

Knowing the system existed, pulled me back time after time. It was better than the playboy channel. I just felt so damn guilty afterward that it blunted my enjoyment.

I wrestled with it for weeks. I watched a couple of hours each night but felt terrible the next day. Finally I pulled all the wires. I felt better, until I had to figure out an hour later how to rewire it. I might get a pervert tattoo
the end

 

[wildsweetone]

300 words

Swoosh! The door closed behind him.

"Which floor Sir?" she asked.

"The top," he replied.

His arm ached from carrying his briefcase. Rose perfume filled the tiny compartment as he changed hands accidentally brushing the dozen roses against her.

"Mmm, they smell beautiful," she breathed deeply, smiling. "Are they for someone special?"

"Yes, they're for a close friend," he returned the smile. She was shoulder height to him. Her blond hair pinned in a neat bun; light makeup perfect, as was her uniform. Her smile was genuine and she portrayed a person who enjoyed her work.

"Your friend is lucky."

Thanking her, he bent his head and kissed her lightly. She stood on tiptoe; her hands slid either side of his face as she kissed him back. Her lips parted, without second thought his tongue slid deep inside.

Her hands caressed his body, slowing at the front of his trousers where his manhood waited. Featherlight fingertips dealt deftly with his belt and zip.

He moaned as her hand held him. Reason left him as she knelt and replaced her hand with her warm, moist mouth. When her tongue slid over him, he leant back against the steel rail. Its coldness bit into his back as her teeth nibbled on him.

With full hands he was unable to touch her. Sensually drugged he thrust his hips forward. Teasing him with her tongue, sucking furiously fast causing an uncontrollable explosion. She swallowed most, dribbling a little down her chin. As he calmed, she stood and using her finger scraped up his honey from her chin, channelling it into her mouth.

Grinning mischievously she zipped him up, buckled his belt and opened the elevator door.

"Have a nice evening, Sir," she smiled.

"Guess what just happened to me?" he asked his friend Paul.

 

[wildsweetone]

181 words

The first time I lost my virginity was incredible.

It was a moonlit night and we were walking, a group of six young adults.

Down the dusty metal road, and over the fence. Walking through the orchard was wonderful. Ripe peaches scented the air. We trampled fallen plums, squishing them between our bare toes.

We flopped down leaning against one of the older trees, chatting. I guess we must have stayed there for about an hour. Discussing love lives and all those myriad of important topics one talks about.

I decided to stay and enjoy the night air, the others went back to the house. After about half an hour, I realised I was no longer alone. He came back to see if I was ok.

When his kiss came, I welcomed it. When he undressed me, I blossomed for him. When he penetrated my body, I loved him.

Such was youth.

Now, I've just discovered I've lost it again... apparently at 39yrs & 40 days, I'm experienced. It wasn't as momentous an occasion this time. *wink* So much for experience.