Super Short Story Collection

Author's Note: Like an artist sketches in their book, so does a writer experiment with components and elements in their most basic form. These span a variety of genres, but are more an exploration in writing and dialogue, testing the limits of a confined word count.

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From Behind the Screen

Staring at you from behind my screen, I wonder how far you will go for me.

Wicked smile. Luscious lips. I tease them for you as you strip. Knowing you can't see my face, body covered with modest taste.  

"Hands behind your back. Hump the table, hump the chair."

Watching gleefully, my little toy, I make you dance just for me. Never baring skin for you, but you eat my every word until you reach your peak. Keyboard clacking. Fingers smashing.

Sensing you about to cum, I close the screen and we are done.

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The Egoist

"I love your work."

"Mmmmm."

"You're the best writer I know."

"Yessssss."

"No one can top you, babe."

"Oh God, don't stop."

"I'm your biggest fan."

"Feeling the stretch."

"I read every one of your stories."

"Confidence swelling out of proportion."

"Always comment..."

"So fucking close."

"Then shove a big throbbing '1' up your vote-box."

"Satiating my inner-critic."

"Beg for it."

"Stroke my bloated ego and screw me with a low score. Jam it hard and deep."

"Please?"

"Please."

"Bend over the Freud, Jung and Ainsworth, babe. Spread those legs wide. It's time for a psychological pounding you'll never forget."

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Bacillus Bulgaricus: Inspired by Breakfast

Note: This is about the dairy product often consumed with granola or honey and sometimes plain. It also tastes good as a marinade. One can't forget the origin of its flavor bursting forth from the ever-multiplying creatures of microscopic origin; yes, I'm talking about yogurt. I like to fuck yogurt.

"Bulgaria?"

"A little tangy for my taste, but the price point can't be beat."

"Or would you prefer creamy Caspian Sea?"

"Smooth and luxurious on my skin - delicious - but I'm just looking to get my Bifix."

"At that point, generic would be better."

"But Bifix is good for intestinal health. It says so on the yogurt carton."

"So are Bulgarian bacterium."

"Either way, it's all going to drip down my tits and fill my fuckholes."

"You like that? The idea of all those rod-shaped bacilli ramming against your nude body in microscopic proportions?"

"Knowing my body heat will cause them to multiply in me, on me, I can't resist."

"Imagine all the spindly flagella whipping against you in non-stop rotary bliss, sending you over the edge."

"I prefer scientific accuracy to fantasy."

"Lactobacillus filling you, fucking you, smearing over you, staining your body violet as your Gram test comes out positive over and over again."

"Smelling like tzatziki sauce slathered on a gyro as the fermentation speeds up; ice-cold dollops hardening my nipples before melting into snowy rivers of fuck-frosting. Bacillus Bulgaricus oozing out my cunt, shoved up my tight pucker, covered in white spunk as I lose myself to ultimate pleasure. Slimy, squelchy euphoria."

"You'd look so good covered in yogurt, babe."

"God, the thought intoxicating. Let's check out at the cash register before I fuck myself in the dairy."

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True Story of Ducking My Way to the Top

or Why is Cyber Socks so Hard?

Note: Thanks, phone, for being a real prude. Sometimes I want to fling you against a brick wall, but I depend on you for so much. Rather than let my anger turn into a money-losing conundrum as I watch your metallic innards explode over the pavement, I'm instead going to take my frustrations out another way. On a sex-stories site. With sex.

"Lie down, I'm gonna give you a deep tissue massage."

"Aw yeah, baby, I've been waiting all day for this."

"Your pen's a bit soft; let me tease your Lockheed with my hot, wet tongue."

"Already leaking precut."

"I love gobbling big Rick."

"Duckkk... if you keep sucking my lick like that, I'm gonna crumb in your slitty mouth."

"That doesn't even make sense."

"Don't blame me, blame autocorrect."

"Just keep ramming your throbbing pen is deep down my who're throat. Gun inside me. Fill me."

"Shot. Cunning. Can't stop."

"Mmm... and we didn't even get to the shoulder rub."

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100 Wet and Messy Words: Natto

Some things aren't supposed to turn you on, but when they do, there's no stopping it.

Captured in your lens, you watch. I squirm.

The raw first impact shot my synapses. My eyes blanked. I hate how disgusting I am, how I lose control. There's nothing pretty about sticky, smelly natto.

Humiliated, the shutter clicks.

Already, my pussy drips.

The more your gaze devours, the more it smears, the more I sink.

'Amateur Models Wanted. No nudity. No Sex.' Said I needed quick cash.

My ruined image feeds your fetish. Covered in gloop, massaged into every nook, I won't admit I'm one finger-flick away from masturbatory bliss.

Your breath quickens as I succumb to my shame.