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.
At our friends' home, before going in to the party, I grabbed his hand, pressing it to the crotch of my panties. "Wow, babe, you're soaked! How are you that horny when we just..." "That's mostly you, silly." "But you went in to clean up." "I decided I lik...
After some naughty hot tub fun, we moved to the beach—dark under the night sky. Stopping under the pier, he kissed me passionately. I shivered with arousal as his clever fingers teased an erect nipple. “This is madness. Someone might see!” Ignoring me, hi...
As I stepped into the shower, my wife asked, “Why don’t you write many micro-stories?” “It is not my thing,” I truthfully replied. She wickedly grinned, “If you write one for me, I give you a blow job.” I was taken aback. She never offered me something li...
“Baby, I’m gonna eat your hairy puss. Eat it all. Yeah, part that bush with my tongue, then flick your winking star. You like that? Winking star? I came up with that. “And I’m plunging my tongue where no man has gone before. Then, I’m kissing those lips f...
Steve is working behind the bar when the door opens, and a young man comes hurrying in. “Gimme five shots of your strongest liquor,” he urges, placing a fifty on the bar. Steve pours the drinks and watches as the man knocks them back one after another. “W...
The Fox was a meticulous man who prided himself on being a caring and generous host. Decades of work in the managing of hotels gave him the skills and aptitude to make guests feel very welcome. He had recently negotiated an early retirement package with h...
Sheila walked in the front door; the smell of sex was overwhelming. "Oh fuck, David. Oh my God. YES!" her best friend, Brenda, screamed. Sheila turned, her bridge-playing friends were on the couch, half-naked with dripping pussies. Her husband pulled his...
The girls walked ahead of me to the front door, my daughter leading up the steps to the porch. As her friend Katie took the final step onto the porch, I was three feet behind her. My eyes focussed on her tight cantaloupe sized buttocks, and an involuntary...
This morning, I'll be presenting a huge project proposal to the Board. Unfortunately, the water pipe to my house just broke. It won't be fixed until later. My neighbour offered to extend his garden hose to my house so I could have water, but it was illega...
He was under her desk. "What do you mean, I have a bad connection?" she said, staring at his ass. "It won't fit." "I thought it was software," she said unbuttoning her blouse. "No, it's hardware," he said turning around. She spreads her legs, he grows har...
Lying naked, I spread my legs. Not to be fucked—not yet. First, I submit to a weekly ritual, a sensual shave that makes me silky smooth, inside and out. As the steel blades remove all evidence of my being a redhead from my mound, my arousal creates soft,...
Bare. Blushed. Buzzing from every stroke of her firm grip on my aching cock. Sat behind me, the fingertip graze against my glans casts spells up my spine and out to my curled toes, blurring my vision, furrowing my brow. Spells strengthened by the magic of...
I am still determining who she is. Everyone is wearing masks and drinking champagne punch, all rather drunk. In the darkened hallway, the bitch kneels before me and I sweep my cape over her so nobody can see. Her crimson lips clamp around my cock. We need...
He told me that my cheeks, always rosy, glow brighter as he makes love to me. I would never have known but, apparently, I taste something like sweetcorn between my legs. He told me that, as I approach orgasm, my eyes roll back in my head. It is, I am reli...
She lay on her back with her legs spread. Her back rubbed against the cheap carpet as he slammed his cock into her. He was young and enthusiastic if somewhat inexperienced. Afterwards, her back felt tender and rubbed raw as she got dressed. “Come on, we b...
