• 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    Cumming Home

    Traffic was stalled. You didn’t notice me, side-eyeing your chiseled jaw and 5 o’clock shadow. Our windows were up, air-conditioning fending off the evening’s heat. But I could still feel it between my thighs. I spread them, hiked my skirt a bit, slipped my fingers under my panties. I could smell the scent of my need rising, my sensitive nub growing under circling fingers. Breath quickening, I inserted a finger, seeking my g-spot, just as you turned and made eye contact. You smiled at me, and I wondered if you knew my cunt was pulsing around my finger because of you. (100 words)

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