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.
Standing in your loungeroom, we embrace tightly. Your intoxicating aroma overwhelms me with desire. I attempt to slide my hand into your jeans so you loosen your belt. Rubbing your sensual bud, I elicit a smiling sigh. You encourage me by placing your thi...
Pounding music. She’s dancing, always packing, a grunge-goth Mistress of tuneless nihilism. Torn fishnets, punk attitude, air punches. Shrieking the lyrics: fuck government, fuck Jesus, fuck fake. She sneers, knows I’m that preppy princess from happy-snap...
God, she was horny. She was dripping so much her panties were ruined. She was, to put it bluntly, gagging for it. She sat on the step and tugged the hem of her sundress up her thighs. She pretended to read a book as she watched the workmen finishing up fo...
Plaid flannel over a grey crop-top. Pert nipples. Tight, low-slung denim. Auburn hair, and that taut tummy, oh my God! Plus, her eyes sparked and she smelled awesome as she passed us by. I caught Richie staring, the hunger plain in his eyes. When he looke...
Walking down the hallway, I am alerted to sighs from the back room. Uncertain, I slow down to be quiet. Reaching the doorway, I slowly look in. You are on the sofa, only the right leg in the knicker and two left fingers buried deep inside your sex. Your h...
We'd agreed that neutral territory was best for this. The restaurant hummed around us. "So, how was it?" Jon asked eagerly. In my mind's eye, I see Felipe stripping naked. I feel again his palm on my bare thigh and his teeth nibbling my erect nipple. I se...
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Linh wanted to give raceplay a try. Just another tool for when she wanted to indulge her humiliation kink, right? Yeah, sure. I love my wife, and I wanted to accommodate her. Almost immediately, though, I got tongue-tied, sounding like a goody-two-shoes t...
"You ever think about the ultimate adrenaline rush?" I asked him as we navigated the bustling street. "Imagine renting a motorbike and weaving through this chaos, trying to stay in one piece." His gaze burned with a seductive intensity. "You want to know...
I come home from an overnight work trip and dump my bag in the bedroom. How sweet, I think. He’s even changed the bedsheets. Not only that, I notice he’s already put them on to wash as well. One forensic sweep of the bedroom later, I sit back, satisfied....
My tunnel is the playground and my enchanted jewel the prize as wicked, indulgent fingers work their delicious magic. Thighs shake uncontrollably as my back arches. I catch my breath and thrust my pelvis defiantly toward the heavens. I begin to melt; my i...
Decisions, decisions… Do I suck him off, knowing he’ll last longer the second time, and that feeling him come in my mouth, I'll be dripping, the taste and feel of his orgasm leaving me close to climax even before he begins to return my attentions? He’ll g...
Coming home from work, he followed the trail of cut-out stars that led from the front door to the bedroom. He pushed the door open and stood open-mouthed. A 'Happy Birthday' balloon bobbed in the air. The string tied to the butt plug in the girl’s ass. Sh...
I recall eating my first Peach. I'd waited so long for the perfect ripening. The unblemished, velvety skin yielded effortlessly, releasing a burst of aroma that filled the air with the essence of summer. With every taste, sweetness danced on my tongue, ta...
Dressed in a crop top and cheeky shorts that don't cover much, I'm about to leave the bedroom when Sir enters. He pulls me onto his lap on the bed, playfully spanking me as our dog rushes in, whining for us to start our walk. I burst into laughter at the...
