ANY BUDDING AUTHORS OUT THERE?

[alexander tzara]

Here's a challenge. Can You Write An Erotic Story In Under 100 Words?

I know this should really be in the authors' hangout but on another thread HS WRITER was asking for ways to bring people together in love and harmony on the board in light of recent fierce battles. I don't think there's any reason you have to be a published (or posted) "author" before you can try it. (And, you never know - you might like it so much you decide to try your hand at a full-blown story.)

This was all prompted by WEIRD HAROLD who started a strand indirectly asking the Lit writers if they could write an erotic story in 100 words or under:

I know I am not capable of writing a "story" that's only a hundred words. Hell, I can't even post a message that is under a hundred words. Does anyone think this is a realistic request for story length? Could you write a "story" (as opposed to a description of a sex act) in less than 100 words?

GODDESS EUPHORIA quoted this story from a magazine she'd read, which is a good example of a very short story:

“I wish we could stop sneaking around like this,” she says to him as he gathers his clothes from the motel room floor.

“I know baby, but my wife would never give me a divorce,” he replies.

“Maybe you should hire a hit man,” she suggests.

“Where would I find a hit man?”

“I could do it,” she says.

He laughs.

“That’s sweet honey, but who would ever hire a female hit man?” She pulls a gun from her purse and aims it at his head.

“Your wife.”

So a few of us started having a go at it ourselves. You should try it. It's fun to do (although it takes a lot of careful pruning).

CARL EAST:

My cock stood at twelve inches, as the door to the bedroom opened, and six women walked in. Strangely, I wasn't embarressed as they all surrounded me. My cock began to grow again, and I could hear the women gasp as they watched it pass fifteen inches.

I looked down horrified at the sight before me, I always wanted a big cock but this was down right dangerous. Then the women descended upon it, rubbing their hands over every possible inch of space.

As I came I woke up, finding my wife giving me a blowjob.

MY ATTEMPT (the narrator's female):

'SALLY'S EMBARRASSING MOMENT'

I woke spread-eagled and tensed, 3 limbs secured to the bed-posts by silk scarves. My flatmate Clara was pressed naked and sweating against me, small breasts squashed against my double-Ds as she reached for the final scarf. I looked questioningly into her eyes. She had that dazed look she ALWAYS gets when sleep-walking. I shoved her off, noticing she'd left a moist trail all down my thigh. Her labia glistened. I reached out in fascination, fingers slipping inside.

Clara blinked awake, glaring. "Sally, are you trying to fuck me in my sleep?"

JENNE64:

Her.

His eyes flashed greedily over her newly washed body. Licking his lips in anticipation, tool in hand he raises her hood gently. A tweak here, a pinch there and she is ready. Gently he pushes her button, watching, listening, fascinated as her face lights up, her body purring beneath him.

Tonight he is in control. Slowly he eases forward, inch by inch, savoring the moment. Faster now. Much faster. Pushing her towards her limit. Recklessly lost in the pleasure of her until his head explodes in a haze of blue lights.

 

[Mustang Sally]

Wow, that WAS an embarrassing moment. My cheeks are still burning. Oh my. Things have never been the same between Clara and I. Now they're MUCH more interesting.

In a creative writing class I took in high school, one of the assignments was called a "postcard short story." It had to be less than 250 words. I think it's a recognized category of creative writing.

I was also part of an online bulletin board group called Fiction55, where the idea was to compose a story/scene in exactly 55 words.

I used fiction55 pieces as writing exercises. There was no pressure to create a masterpiece; it was just something to get my pen moving. I was exploring ideas, and if I could create something that could be built into a longer, more involved piece, great!

 

[Closet Desire]

I'm short on time...

...I'll have to cheat. About 85 words.

You thighs your belly -
their sweep and strength -
your breasts so sudden;
nipples budding in my hands,
the sheen of your back
under my palms
your flanks smooth as flame.

Your skin - that inner skin
like silk,
your mouth deepening
full as an orchid
honey on my tongue.

The dizzy lurch and sway -
seaflowers under water;
changing skins with every touch
and then and again, that voice
- your voice, breaking over me,
opening earth with its call
and rocking the moon in her tide.

Marcy Dorcey, "Sea Change" (1983) from Erotica-women's writing from sappho to margarat atwood.

This is an interesting language to study, that of women who choose not to follow the "rules" they've been taught. Poetry without rhyme, but words which mean more than the single word itself--pictograms in English if you will.

Enjoy...

 

[Mustang Sally]

My fiction debut at Literotica

Fiction55: Lover

I lay staring at the ceiling with my lover beside me.
He was still panting slightly, still slick with sweat.
He was watching me, eager for my reaction.
What words? Wonderful and terrible,
profound yet meaningless.
He hadn't touched my core of loneliness.
"That was nice," I finally said, forcing a smile.
It was enough.

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My ex found this one while poking around in my files and asked if it was about him. I said "Of course not, sweetie!" but I don't think he was convinced. Serves him right for snooping!

 

[alexander tzara]

I was also part of an online bulletin board group called Fiction55, where the idea was to compose a story/scene in exactly 55 words.

That sounds like a really interesting experiment, Sally. It must be even more of a nightmare having to write an exact number of words but you've used it well - I really liked your little story. (Send my regards to Sleepy Clara, by the way.)

I really liked that quote too Closet Desire.

 

[Closet Desire]

I have to admit...

...a real weakness for erotica written by women, particularly lesbian. I started reading it when I was trying to identify an "innate" feminine language. We are all taught this matrix in which to use language, but this matrix has been handed down by a patriarchy over centuries. Here in England it wasn't considered worthwhile to teach women how to read and write until they became the vanguards of morality. Then they were taught to read the Bible.

I found what I was looking for in lesbian erotica. I surmised it was because gay relations were taboo to begin with so it didn't really matter if the language was taboo as well. Luce Irigarary (French feminist philosopher) argued that a woman's natural language is different because she is not "linear" in logic like men. She is multi-sensorial, her entire body is a sex organ, and her feelings are not strung together like pearls on a strand. Anyway, without turning this academic, I find this language beautiful, descriptive, and a real insight into how a woman feels and responds. We have a lot of these books posted on our web site if anyone is interested.

 

[alexander tzara]

I went to visit your site, Closet Desire. Your books sound interesting. Do you think you'll be looking for writers for the future Anthologies? If so I'd like to submit some work.

 

[GuyJD]

TOO SHORT FOR ME.

I probably can but I will have to pass on this challenge. Afterall, Leonardo daVinci didn't paint the Mona Lisa by using connect the dots and Crayola crayons. So to write such a short erotic essay would be like rushing your work. So why rush perfection? Hell, I get pissed when my stories are under 1000 words and a few of them are.

 

[Mustang Sally]

Re: TOO SHORT FOR ME.

Afterall, Leonardo daVinci didn't paint the Mona Lisa by using connect the dots and Crayola crayons. So to write such a short erotic essay would be like rushing your work. So why rush perfection?

Ever read Haiku? Or try to write one? A really good one can be breath-taking. The expression of something meaningful in a few precise, carefully chosen words is an impressive art. It doesn't have to be BIG to be good. It certainly isn't easy.

 

[Never]

Closet Desire:
"Anyway, without turning this academic, I find this language beautiful, descriptive, and a real insight into how a woman feels and responds."
Nanu-nanu.

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[Closet Desire]

Okay Mork...

...back into your egg! (loved that show...saw it when it was new...now I feel old...sigh)