The aim of microfiction (also commonly known as “micro-fiction”) is to tell a complete story within a limited number of words.
Doing extremely short writing challenges can force you to focus on the most important points of your plot, what is going to come across the best in the least amount of words, what it is you want to convey, and cultivating and condensing the juiciest parts of a story. Our microfiction stories are limited to a maximum of 100 words. We recommend including an accompanying image which may have inspired or represent them.
We are interested in high quality submissions which tell a story, not just random erotic thoughts. Authors should note that our story verifiers have strict instructions to reject the latter. This category is for stand-alone stories only. It is not for stories submitted as part of a series.
We'd teased each other for months. Natalie was built like a twenty-five-year-old Goddess at fifty. We flirted whenever I visited unless she was busy. Natalie would scurry from her office and rub up against me like we knew each other. That was the goal. Fr...
I’d maintained distance, resigning myself to friendship—albeit uncomfortable, considering your immeasurable charms. Then one day, I dared a closer look. “What are you thinking?” Your eyes penetrated. “If I told you, you’d run.” “Then, show me,” I whispere...
A couple pulls up in the car park. Early for an appointment, they wait in the warm car. A quick peck on the lips triggers a need in both. Pecks turn to kisses, turn to arousal, and then lust. Throwing caution to the wind, she places her foot on the dashbo...
Handing me the remote-controlled vibrator, he instructed me to nestle it against my little nub. “I’ll choose when and how long to tease you. You may cum, but the buzzing may stop before you climax.” It was his game; he made the rules. Songs with a number...
Freema opened her dorm door, naked and smiling. Tenting hard, I pushed past. “Finally! Fuck babe!” She locked and laughed, “It's Saturday night; no one's here.” I gasped - she was staggeringly hot, wearing nipple clamps and chain. We crush kissed, remembe...
The librarian knelt on the floor, looking up at me, her glasses framed her face. My hands held her head, guiding it up and down my cock as she stared deeply into my eyes. She pulled my cock out of her mouth with a pop, knowing I was close. While jerking m...
“Hello, lover,” he answers the ringing phone. Intently listening to her teasing herself with her wand, he takes his erection in hand. His arousal has grown while hearing her sighing and moaning. Engorged and uncomfortable, he unconsciously strokes it slow...
I reached for a Post-it. Where the hell are my Post-its? I left my office and walked down the hall to the office supplies closet. I slipped inside and closed the door. I flipped the light switch and nothing happened. I flipped it again and again to no ava...
I wobbly stood, and Freema pushed my ass against the desk, dripping, semi-hard. She emerged from her backpack with shiny nipple clamps on chains! “Kinky! Can’t wait to see your black titties clamped!” She smiled dangerously. “Two sets for two sets!” She s...
I carefully pulled the dress off my shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor as I stood completely naked before the full-size window. I spread my legs, leaning against it, squashing my tits on the cool glass while my finger rolled my clit, making me mo...
I seek my husband, and feminine yelps scatter the birds from the secret garden. Peering through the clematis, she clings to the tree trunk, ploughed hard by Pierre. Tut, tut, only eighteen, with grass-stained knees as rampant loins slap her pert ass, and...
Strolling through the Australian bush, with the intoxicating smell of eucalyptus trees, the couple take a deep breath of the sweet, warm air before kissing deeply. Their inner desire for each other surfaces instantly. Blood engorges their libidinous parts...
Carmel lay across the top of the piano like she was Michelle Pfeiffer in The Fabulous Baker Boys. He smiled and raised an eyebrow but didn’t miss a note. She sat up and swung her legs around until one foot was planted on either end of the keyboard. With h...
Waking, aroused, and moist, her arm searches for him, but she is alone. Her nerves on edge with desire for him, she reaches for her magic wand. With a long sigh, she presses it against her sensitive bud. It’s not enough, though. Speed dialling him with th...
"You were right," I say to Sir. "I always am," he replies, grinning. "What about?" "That writing erotica every day for hours is just like watching porn; at some point, you just become numb and need to distance yourself to be able to feel aroused and write...
