100x100

Each of these little stories is exactly 100 word long, including the title.

I Call Him from Work

"I'm really horny," I say.

"How horny?" he asks.

"I took off all my clothes."

"You're completely naked?"

"Except for my panties ... hold on ...." I briefly put down the phone down. "Now I'm completely naked."

"Um ... won't that get you fired?"

"I locked the door to my office. No one knows. Oh wow."

"What?"

"I'm also really wet. It's kind of impressive."

"Are you ... uh ...?"

"Touching myself? Yes. Do you want me to describe what I'm doing?"

"Please."

From the sound of his voice, I can tell he's jerking off.

Watching Jenna Fuck

My college roommate was really cavalier about nudity. Sometimes I'd come back from class to find her sitting on her bed stark naked, smoking weed with her boyfriend.

Jenna was a skinny strawberry blonde--pale and luminous with a light dusting of freckles across her tiny tits. Ravi was much darker with an amazing cock--long and thick with a pronounced upward curve when he got hard, which was pretty much all the time.

She wasn't even shy about fucking him right in front of me; I'd look up from my desk, and see her riding him.

"Copulatory Vocalizations in Female Primates"

She came across the paper by accident while she was researching bonobo status hierarchies. It was an odd bit of niche research published in an obscure academic journal.

Suddenly embarrassed, cheeks flushed--she shifted nervously in her chair in the university library, and glanced around to make sure no one could see what was on her screen.

That night when her boyfriend mounted her, she recalled what she had read. Flat on her back, with her bare feet in the air, she played out her genetic script: "Uh ... uh ... uh ... uh ...."

Do you want my cunt?

You've been looking at my ass all day. I know I look hot. This sundress really shows off my legs, doesn't it? I just shaved them this morning, so they're silky smooth.

If we go in the conference room, people will assume we're having a meeting, but I can pull up my dress to show you my wet panties.

There. I slipped off my sandals.

It feels so unprofessional to be barefoot in the office, but now I can tease the hard line of your cock with my toes.

Oh! You definitely want my cunt.

Primatology

Jane Harris watched a pair of rhesus monkeys copulate in the Institute's research lab. The female clutched the bars of her cage in the lordosis posture while the male mounted her from behind. He ejaculated after only a few seconds, hips pumping frantically.

Talbot had penetrated Jane like that last night at the hotel--she had arched her back the same way, as Talbot's erect penis had penetrated her vagina. He had lasted longer than the male rhesus, but the outcome had been the same.

Cheeks flushed, Jane adjusted her glasses. She wondered when she would see Talbot again.

It's Not Cheating If You Don't Lie About It

That's what he told me when we were first together. Back when we were both young and stupid and horny. So I forgave him when he slept with my best friend Sarah. I forgave him because he came clean and told me about it.

I lean across the dinner table and look him straight in the eye. "I fucked Mike today while you were at work. Took him bareback right in our bed. In fact, my pussy is still full of his cum."

Next time, Mike and I let him watch.

CMNF

I greet him at the door wearing nothing as all. His crisp business suit makes my nakedness more profound. Wordlessly he runs his strong hands over my body--my tits, my flanks, my ass, even between my legs--appraising me, claiming me.

Normally we're colleagues, equals. But not today. Today I'm his whore. He lifts his fingers to my nose, teasing me with the fragrance of my wet pussy. It's a heady, musky, earthy aroma--the scent of a woman in heat.

Later, I know he will fuck me, but for now it's enough to cum riding his hand.

Jay

After my freshman year in college, I worked as a counselor at a sleep-away camp. My bunkmate's real name was Jennifer, but everyone called her Jay.

Jay looked like a teenage boy--flat chest, barely any hips, tiny little butt. She never wore make-up and kept her shaggy blonde hair cut tomboy short.

It was Jay was who taught me how to give blow jobs. We'd suck guys off behind the washhouse in exchange for doing our chores.

"Act impressed by how big they are. They love that."

Then, after lights out, Jay taught me how to eat pussy.

Taken

We're fucking on the living room floor.

The grocery bags are sitting by the front door where we dropped them. I don't care. Right now, all I care about is his thick cock in my sopping pussy, sliding in and out, working me.

"Hold me down," I gasp.

"You mean like this?"

He grabs my wrists and stretches my arms high over my head, pinning them tight. I struggle against his grip but he's much stronger than me.

"Oh God ... yes, just like that."

"You really like feeling helpless, don't you?"

I nod. I do. Helpless. Overpowered. Taken.

In His Office

"Very nice, he says. "Is that a new suit?"

"Yes."

"Armani?"

"Brooks Brothers."

"It's a good look," he says. "Now, take off your panties and put them on my desk."

I hesitate. Our encounters don't usually progress so quickly. This is an escalation.

He frowns. "Do I need to repeat myself?"

I give my head a quick shake. "No ... I heard you."

After I comply, he rests his hand on the inside of my bare leg and slides it up under my skirt.

"Your pussy is very wet," he observes.

"I want your cock ... sir."

Therapeutic

"Emily, have you ever considered simply giving in to these urges."

I'm perched on the leather couch in Dr. Bannerjee's Beverly Hills office. She's sitting across from me in her high-backed armchair, tapping her pencil idly on her notepad. She cocks her head to one side and raises one sculpted eyebrow, waiting for me to respond.

"You mean masturbate in public!? I could never ... it's impossible! I'm here because I want to put a stop to these fantasies, not act on them!"

"Everything you do within this office is completely confidential," she smiles.

She watches everything I do.

Good Boy

He kneels in front of me with his hands clasped behind his head--naked, scruffy, shockingly erect. His cock has a pronounced upward curve and bobs slightly with every beat of his heart, but otherwise he's holding perfectly still.

I lightly brush the pointy tip of one Ferragamo heel, against his balls in their smooth sack, appraising their heft and size. In response, the shiny purple head of his cock produces a fresh pulse of pre-cum. There's already a long strand of it hanging from the tip, and a puddle on the floor.

"Please," he begs.

"Not yet."

Witchcraft

Sarah and I go skinny-dipping while the boys build the bonfire. In a few minutes the flames are roaring--twisting and leaping from the carefully stacked woodpile.

When the time is ripe, we rise from the lake like a pair of goddesses and stride dripping up the shore toward the flames. Water streams from our naked bodies.

We dance for them under the full moon, shaking our tits, thrusting our hips forward, in a pantomime of fucking. It's an ancient spell we're casting--old wisdom, deep cunt-magic.

Then, spreading our legs in the firelight, we accept their eager seed.

Intern

I'm old enough to be her mother. Am I seducing her, or is she seducing me?

She's so bright-eyed and dewy, so eager to please. We do it on my desk, our work clothes strewn around us.

She's hairier than I expect--tufts under each arm, her crotch a warm nest. Kids these days!

She calls me mommy as I bend to lick her fragrant pussy. At her prompting, I cup one breast and tease her clit with my erect nipple. She calls this "dovefucking"-- a word I've never heard before--but I still make her cum like that.

Hitachi

He makes me cum five times in a row with my vibrator, pressing the rounded head directly against my throbbing clit. I strain against my bonds, my naked body describing a desperate arc atop the sweaty sheets.

The sixth time, I beg to be allowed to have his cock on my mouth as I cum.

Mercifully he grants my wish. Such a generous master.

His taste is intoxicating, so quintessentially male--a deep musk with a salty undercurrent of precum.

I moan my final orgasm around his erection, then he finishes by shooting his load all over my face.

College Party

We met by the coolers on the back deck, danced for a while in the living room, then stumbled upstairs to find an empty bedroom. The next thing I knew, my panties were down around my ankles and he was on top of me.

People kept pausing by the open door to watch us fuck. Eventually we attracted a sizable crowd--over half a dozen people, male and female, strangers and friends.

I made eye contact with a blonde girl named Jill I knew from anthropology class.

"Nice ...," she softly muttered as he shot off inside me.

Models

When Laura talked us into posing nude, we didn't realize we'd be doing it together.

That's how we found ourselves--five middle-aged moms--taking off our clothes in a studio in downtown L.A. The only one with any modeling experience was Laura herself.

After we stripped down, we stood in a self-conscious little pack, regarding each other sheepishly, our hands splayed over our tits and pussies--curvy and flat, shaved and natural.

The photographer--a lanky young woman with a blonde ponytail and a no-nonsense attitude--adjusted the lens of her camera.

"You can start masturbating whenever you're ready."

String Skirt

Bronze Age cosplay. The heavy braided belt rides low on my hips; the coarse fringe that hangs from it leaves little to the imagination. When I stoop to draw water from the lake, the crude strands separate, giving the men of my tribe fleeting glimpses of my bottom and my unshaved pussy.

I knew this when I crafted it--when I twisted and knotted the cord for the fringe. A heavy bronze disk representing the sun rests on my lower abdomen. My outfit advertises my womanhood, my fertility.

Later tonight my mate will fuck me in our hut.

Working Him Over

He wants me so bad. I've been flirting with him for hours, leading him on, teasing him.

Now he's flat on his back on the bed, naked, at my mercy. His cock is a quivering arc, leaking from the tip. I hover over him, mouth open, acting like I'm going to suck him, then backing off

Soon, I'm naked too. I kneel astride him. Allowing my wet pussy to lightly rest on the ridge of his cock.

There's desperation in his eyes.

I love having this power over him.

"Please," he whimpers.

"Beg for it," I command.

Marathon

She's a head taller than me, with a runner's build--long legs, lean flanks, tiny tits.

Naked in bed with her, I feel fat and dumpy, but my apprehension dissipates when she starts licking my pussy. Two fingers in my cunt, her skilled lips on my clit, she guides me through one orgasm after another.

I eat her out as well, marveling at her endurance. Her orgasms are more extravagant than mine--moaning, thrashing, toes curling.

Two hours later, a thin sheen of sweat covering her lanky body., she looks down at me between her skinny thighs and smiles.

Swapped

My husband is fucking my best friend Julia on the couch while I ride hers down on the floor.

Having an unfamiliar cock inside me is nice, but what's really getting me off is watching the two of them go at it. Ryan is like a wild man. He's really pounding her. Julia's knees are up around her ears, her feet flopping helplessly up in the air every time he rams his cock home.

She looks at me in amazement, and reaches out her hand so I can hold it.

When she cums, I feel it in my pussy.

Straight Guys

Straight guys will do anything if they think it will get them laid--including stripping naked in front of you and making out with each other. Two straight cocks in one boy's hand, being jerked together, leaking pre-cum together.

"Now suck each other," I say imperiously.

And they do! That's how bad they want me. Two straight boys down on the floor, curled on their sides, two hard-ons in two eager mouths, really going at it. They put on a great show.

I take off my panties to encourage them.

Maybe I'll eventually let them fuck me. Maybe.

High Windows

When I see a young couple in the park, I can't help but picture them fucking. The casual way she leans her head on his shoulder, the utter ease of his hand in the back pocket of her jeans--I know they're doing it, but how?

Does she ride him, arching her back, her wheat-colored hair spilling down over her shoulders? Or is he on top of her, his ass rising and falling in the ancient rhythm as he drives his thick cock into her fresh young cunt?

As I pass, they nod to me and I blush.

Kindred Spirit

Crisp summer suits, smart cocktail dresses--our guests sip drinks and make idle chitchat, politely ignoring the fact that I'm the only one naked. Occasionally I catch someone staring, their curious eyes sliding over my bare tits, my shaved pussy. I'm so juicy it's running down the insides of my thighs.

She's someone's girlfriend. I've never met her before tonight. Tall, gawky, with an androgynous haircut.

"Can I join you?" She asks shyly.

As she strips off her clothes, it's like a flower blooming. Her crotch is a lush tangle, her nipples are hard little points.

"Oh, wow!"

Silver Bells

She's fully dressed, I'm stark naked. I kneel before her, blindfolded, wrists bound.

She's been playing with my tits for hours, coaxing my nipples into aching points. I hear the jingle and know what's coming--before she put on my blindfold she showed me the clamps--cruel and pretty.

The pain is immediate, sharp and sweet. I draw my breath in with a sharp hiss.

I hear the rustle of her taking off her clothes. A firm hand on the back of my head presses my face into her fragrant crotch.

I shake my tits. The bells jingle.

Sperm Sample

My lab partner lets me jerk him off to guarantee our specimen is fresh. He's fully erect before he even gets his underwear off, his thick cock jutting straight out, eager and leaking.

I take him gingerly in my gloved hand, impressed by his heft.

Even though I know it's unethical, this is making me wet.

As I stroke, his heavy balls sway provocatively in their sack.

When he's close, he clutches my shoulder and starts to moan.

I catch most of his load in the specimen jar, but a single wayward drop splashes on my bare forearm.

Fertile

I'm the one who suggests doing it bareback.

"You sure?" he asks hopefully. He's already on top of me.

"Uh-huh," I nod, biting my lip. "Make me a mommy."

We've always been so scrupulous about condoms, but we talked about it yesterday, and it's time.

His cock slides in effortlessly. I'm so fucking wet. I always get horny when I'm ovulating. I'm a ripe piece of fruit, bursting with juice.

He tries to go slow, but can't hold back. Almost immediately he's desperately thrusting.

I wrap my legs around him, urging him deeper.

"I'm gonna," he groans.

"Do it."

Miss Morningwood

I straddle the stranger, taking care he doesn't wake. Gingerly, I lift his thick erection and rest it against my bush, my lower abdomen.

It reaches nearly to my navel. Seeing it now by the light of day, it's hard to believe I was able to take it all. But I did--multiple times. Last night he was in charge, peeling off my gown, my petticoats, my corset. Over and over, he mounted me, used me.

But now it's my turn to take him.

His eyelids flicker.

I lay my finger on his lips.

"Shh, just a dream."

The Commission

"A nude miniature for a locket."

The mademoiselle reclined upon the divan in his Montparnasse studio, still demur despite her state of undress. The artist prepared his palette with cadmium white with a hint of vermillion for her creamy skin, emerald for her laughing eyes, chestnut for her loose, flowing hair, plus burnt umber for the thatch between her legs.

The latter he rendered with his finest brush to capture every wisp, every curl.

There was sea-shell pink also--for her lips, her nipples, her sex.

When he arose to bid her adieu, his arousal was shockingly obvious.

Four Triangles

My friends insisted because my old one-piece was boring. Mortified, I bought the pink bikini for $20 at a souvenir shack, and changed in the back of the car. Taking pity on me, Jenna helped me with the strings--four bows for four triangles.

Naked--that's how I felt walking on the beach. Stark naked. Everyone was looking at me. Boys were looking at me. Flirting with me.

Later I discovered exactly how much I had been showing when I let one particularly cute boy untie my bows.

I was red all over except for four pale triangles.

Jane

Contrary to the published account, he was naked when I met him, naked and beautiful--a perfect specimen of manhood.

I soon started going naked too. When my normal clothes proved impractical in the swelter of west Africa, I cast off my skirt and bloomers and followed his example.

We were so innocent at first--two naked children of God.

We both were surprised by his erection, but instinct proved to be an excellent teacher. I immodestly spread my legs for him, coaxed him into mounting me.

We coupled like animals.

A muddy river bank was our marriage bed.

Puck & Oberon

She was nineteen--androgynous and athletic. He was 45--craggy and solid.

They stayed in character throughout their first night together. She crouched naked atop the dresser, toes curled around the edge like a little monkey, taunting and teasing him.

She entered his bed with one bold leap.

He entered her like her lord and master, pinning her obstreperous body underneath his bulk. His implacable cock soon brought her to heel, and her taunts turned to moans.

"Though she be but little, she is fierce," he laughed.

"The king doth keep his revels here tonight," she giggled.

100 Words Exactly

The prompt is my lover--stern and severe.

The page is our bed--a single white sheet.

I'm stretched naked upon it, totally at his mercy, totally exposed.

I yearn to catalog every nuance of my arousal: the arabesque of hair stuck to my neck, the precise jut of my nipples, the hairy extravagance of my crotch, the baroque contours of my labia.

Alas, I lack the words--my lover's terms are too strict!

I arch my back, strain against his word count, ache for release.

But when he finally permits me my climax, ah, how sublime!

Writing Erotica

Every story is a striptease. No matter what the tale seems to be about, it's really about me--my secret lusts, my hidden kinks. Sentence by sentence, I expose myself to the reader. It's scary being on display like this. I can feel you eying me impatiently. Get on with it already!

The trick is to show just enough to hold the reader's interest without revealing the finale.

Maybe if I hint that I'm masturbating?

That I always touch myself when I write smut?

Maybe if admit that that's why I do it?

The last veil falls.

Naked.

Father's Day

"Do you want to do anything special to celebrate?"

He looks sheepish.

"Well .... Technically I'm not a dad yet."

"Only a few more weeks. I think it's allowed."